ColdHouse

ART: "Speakeasy" By Victor Ostrovsky

Sepia and I looked at the DVD in total shock...It was like watching a porn video..In fact it was better than any porn video I'd rented in months...There was very good film footage of Cockraine
Robbins getting it on with Sepia, with Gail and with Opal...Not at the same time, but at different times. If I didn't know better,I would swear that it was a porn movie...It was the same bed and the same room...and the same technique...Cock Robbins would walk a nearly inebriated young woman into this room...ease her unto the bed...while she was nearly comatose and have his way with her...I was seeing parts of Sepia's body that I was longing to see...I looked over at her and could see that she didn't feel comfortable about this at all. She seemed to sigh releif when the scene switched to Opal.... I was trying to be professional and cover the fact that I was really being aroused looking at Opal and Cock Robbins...They were much more ,lets say active than he and the nearly drunk Sepia had been....My goodness.... and Gail was much more graphic.. Veronica Robbins looked at it with detached amusement..she seemed to know that I was turned on while Sepia was very uncomfortable. If the guys at the magazine knew what I was into right now..they sure would be envious I thought to myself. Murder, Intrigue, gorgeous women...My boring little life had become a James Bond movie.

After the DVD finished playing...I turned to Veronica and I asked her if she knew any of the women or where they lived.

"Nope, didn't know any of them, except that slut Opal..
didn't care to know em either. The lady that sent them called
me to make sure that I got the DVD...She said that I shouldn't
worry ...that everything would be taken care of. I don't
know what she meant by that." she said.

Sepia was furious-

"That bastard...He took us all to the same place....
I know where this was filmed at...it's a speakeasy
in Brooklyn called "Coldhouse" That's where the
Football players and Strippers and Rappers were."


"I take it you didn't know you were being filmed?"
I asked...

"No...but I know who made that film....That jive ass
Leon...He was always talking about how he'd like to film
me naked...Cock threatened to knock his teeth out....
He must've done this to set Cock up...and he must've been
in cahoots with Brett Jano..They were friends." Said Sepia.

"And both Brett Jano and Leon are dead...so there had to be
a third party...someone who knew all of the players...
which leads us to one person...Cock Robbins!! He must
have known he was being blackmailed and was doing a little
damage control." I reasoned.

"He got threatened too.." said Sepia.

"Of course he did...He had it look like that to take the shade
off of him. I'm calling Clerow right now."I said.

"Kevin, it's not Cock....I'm telling you..I'd know if he was
in this.. I just would...Somebody is trying to get him and
they are killing everyone around him." said Sepia.


I didn't believe her, but I had another angle to play out...I think I now knew who the killer might
be...and I was going to set a trap...

"Come on Sepia ,we are going....
Mrs. Robbins, I'm sorry about all
of this...I want to thank you for your time." I offered.

"Oh, it aint no thing...beleive that baby
aint nothing but a thang." She said.

"Where we goin Kevin?" Asked Sepia...

"We going back to Philly...Uh excuse me,
can I use your cell phone Sepia.. my battery
is dying....?"

"Sure...Here?" she said.

I turned to Veronica Robbins and I asked her if I could use her bathroom before I left...She pointed to where it was. Once in the bathroom...I went through Sepia's phone...I found the
number I was looking for and I dialed it..... I put in a code before I dialed so that the number
would show up -"Unrestricted."

"Hello...." said the sensuous voice...

"Hey baby....how are you doing?"I said.

"Who is this?"

"Don't worry who it is...I got a hot tip
for you...I know where Cock Robbins
is staying in Philadelphia...."

"Who is this?"

I gave the person on the other line the address of the safehouse in Philly where Clerow had him stashed..then I hung up. I called Clerow in Philly and gave him my instructions...Then I flushed the toilet and walked out. I gave Sepia her phone back. I motioned her to the door. I thanked Mrs. Robbins again and the two of us got in my car and pulled off. Sepia looked at me and said-

"Why are you smiling?"

"I know who the killer is...
it was right there all the time
I just didn't see it..."

"Who is it?" She said...

"You'll find out when we get to Philly..."
I said as we hit the highway.


(To be continued.............)