DeStefano Syndicate (The Former Years)
His face was lined with concentrated effort, the years of being on the force showing in the planes of his olive colored skin, dark circles lining his once deep blue gaze. He reached up and readjusted his glasses for the hundredth time, a nervous habit of sorts. The press followed him closely allowing only enough room for one of the captains from his police force to squeeze in on his left and the lead detective on the case that carried his whole career on his right. There was mischief in the air and the stench of death and moonshine accompanied it like a haunting on a moonless night.
He pushed through the crowd and jogged up the stairs of the district precinct, his hand coming up to let everyone around him know that he wasn't answering questions, so they'd better not ask. He looked to the detective and nodded, "Meet me on the third floor. She's already there and don't say a fucking word to her until I get there... you got me, Jones?"
Jones nodded and smirk, his boyish good looks and tousled playboy hair fooling most that came in contact with him. The little bastard was smart and cunning and yet for some reason he decided he wanted to be a private dick. Why, Marx would never understand. There was danger, no money, endlessly chasing ghosts and a lack of female criminals, but he had no room to talk seeing that the last twenty years of his career were surrounded with varying criminal organizations that took turns casting lots for ownership of his city.
Marx turned toward the east corridor, showing his badge though they knew him through and through - always one to follow the rules of engagement to a tee. He looked over at Parker, the captain of the downtown and central precinct, the sound of their black leather shoes tapping on the white linoleum the only sound around them.
"We're not going to be able to hold her, you know. We really have one eyewitness and a few fingerprints. That's not nearly enough for what her big shot brother is willing to pay to get her off the hook. This is really just like going to a porn and not getting to jerk off while you're there - painful, shitty and leaves your boys blue." Marx spoke softly, the humor in his words deadened by the tone in his voice.
Eleanor DeStefano was the finest woman he'd ever laid eyes on and yet the beauty was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Of that he was sure.
"She's beautiful enough to star in a porno, boss." The captain laughed, a smile touching his vaguely plain features. His breath caught in his chest as the women's restroom door opened and she walked out, her own expressing telling the boys that she'd heard there lovely comments.
"Well, well... Marx. Do you always speak of innocent women so crudely?" The left side of her pale pink lips lifted, the playfulness in her gaze causing his groin to stir to life.
He hated her with every bone in his body and yet the woman was every man's wet dream. He coughed and shook his head, "Not sure what you're referring to, El, but you're supposed to be upstairs waiting on me and Jones. Why aren't you, dear?" He said, no love in his voice.
"You have nothing to keep me here and Joe came by and straightened this all out for poor little 'ol me." She laughed softly and walked past them, brushing her shoulder against Marx's chest. "I keep thinking you'll finally get what you want, Chief... what we both want."
She continued walking down the hall - a free woman. He couldn't help but ask what she wanted from him or rather what she assumed he wanted from her.
"And what is that, El?" His voice was deep and guttural as he watched her perfect hips sway side to side, the bitch well aware of what she was doing, of the game she played so very well.
She looked over her shoulder, her long black curls running down her narrow back and stopped just above her pert rear. "Me... in cuffs baby... whatever else?" She laughed again and walked out into the early afternoon, the convertible in front of the station waiting for her as she smiled and waived for the cameras.
"How did it go?" Joe asked, pointing to her seat belt, "And why are you blushing, Sis?"
She shrugged innocently. "As well as could be expected. The rat is in place and the evidence is planted, big brother. Take me home so I can put my feet up and get a drink."
He laughed and his deep timbre filled the narrow confines of the car, "Anything for you doll... anything."