Aloha from Hell (Sandman Slim #3) Audiobooks Part 1 / Richard Kadrey
Please consider turning it on! Remember Me. Work Search: tip: buffy gen teen AND "no archive warnings apply". Best friend to Sasha Banks. Working hard to climb the ranks but struggling to make progress. Bayley: A good cop and detective in the rampantly corrupt LVPD investigating a series of brutal crimes.
Sasha Banks: A hard working ICU nurse caught between two worlds even as she works to find her own place in them. The Horsewomen are joined in this story by many other familiar faces from the world of WWE and wrestling in general. See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one. While most such places tended to look a bit rough when exposed to natural light they were rarely full of bullet holes and evidence of a recent fire.
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She and her partner had been called to the scene of the crime due to their long investigation of the place. Or at least it had been, Bayley thought as she looked over to where two large bodies were covered by dark tarps. Bayley and Alexa were vice detectives.
And in a town like Vegas that meant they were two very hard working cops. The Godfather had been infamous as the runner of one of the cities largest and most profitable prostitution rings, and in Vegas that sort of title meant alot. Bayley and Alexa had been chasing him for months, and now it seemed all that work bad been for nothing.
Unfortunately, once officers had secured the scene the fire department had arrived and done their thing. She and Bayley had both joined the vice squad at the same time and had been working together for years both as detectives and as uniformed officers.
Alexa had a very quick analytical mind that allowed her to make logical connections that could still stun Bayley. She knew better than to try and engage her partner in any kind of deeper dialogue when she had her current expression on. Alexa was thinking. While she waited for whatever conclusion Alexa would reach Bayley walked carefully over to where the two bodies lay and knelt beside the first.
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Carefully lifting the tarp she saw that it was indeed Charles Wright. Bayley had spent so much time looking at photos of him that she knew his features as well as she knew anyones.
She had no doubt that the Godfather had been a criminal. Most of the working girls that Bayley and Alexa had questioned had had mostly positive things to say about him.
Always jovial and good natured he seemed to greet every day with the kind of enthusiasm that few people could match. Bayley would happily of slapped cuffs on his wrists and tossed him in a dark hole for the rest of his life but she had never been able to truly hate him. Charles Wright had been a very big man at six and a half feet tall, yet he still gave up several inches to his bodyguard Tyrus Clay.
Bayley had a brief morbid thought that it had probably taken a lot of bullets to bring him down. In many ways Tyrus had been like his boss. Big and happy with the confidence of a giant who knew he had nothing to prove to or fear from most of humanity.
The main difference between the two had been that while the Godfather had been as shrewd as he was big, Tyrus was a slow plodder both physically and mentally. It was a. But what interested her most was that it still seemed to be fully loaded. Frowning, Bayley lifted the tarp on Tyrus and looked into his big face. Under the pain she thought she could detect surprise.
Moving back to the Godfather she looked again and thought she saw the same. Bayley looked around and noticed the nearby table. She was studying it and the chairs around it when Alexa finally spoke. Bayley turned to look and saw that the front of the bar had been struck several times as well as the mirror behind it.
Before she answered Alexa moved to the far side of the table and raised her hand mimicking the shape of a gun. It looks like they had some skill with a gun. Bayley looked at the bullet holes for awhile and decided that Alexa was probably right.
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I think that Charles was meeting with whoever killed him and they only shot him after standing up while he was still sitting. She watched and waited as Alexa digested this internally for several moments. Alexa was an empiricist and less comfortable with speculation than Bayley so she would likely be skeptical. We have a blatant hit, done by someone who knew what they were doing, in broad daylight As she finished Alexa looked troubled, as well she would.
The notion of such a blatant attack was very disturbing. Both detectives knew her well and had worked with her often. Many people would have assumed this was because she thought the detectives might blame her for this lack of leads. Bayley and Alexa happened to know that Naomi was actually from the area and had deep sympathies with the locals in most things. She smiled at the detectives before exiting the club. Both women reached for their sunglasses at the same moment as they emerged into the bright sun of a Las Vegas afternoon.
As per tradition they stopped a few feet away and played a brief round of rock, paper, scissors. Once Bayley had stopped laughing she thought about what Alexa had said.
Mick had been a fighter for many years and had the scars to show it.
It was also possible that the constant pummeling had knocked a screw or two loose in his head because he was always a bit But a friendly and ingenuous crazy that had made eating at his restaurant a fun experience for years. Alexa and Bayley ate there often and only partially because they liked the food. He never, at least as far as anyone knew, actually crossed that line himself. He just managed to keep tabs on all the important local players.
Not because he had anything against cops but because, understandably, his dubious contacts would be much less willing to speak to him if he did.
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However it had been realized long ago that Mick made an ideal informal line of communication between the two sides and so he was able to speak to a select few cops. Fortunately for Bayley and Alexa he had liked them both as uniformed officers so he was generally willing to help them now. Noelle was like her dad in that she was usually in a cheerful mood and today was no exception. This meant a chicken caesar salad with the dressing on the side. Noelle nodded and headed off leaving Alexa looking at Bayley with a half amused half exasperated expression.
In truth Bayley ate a lot of junk food, but her hyperactive nature and intense workouts kept her in fighting trim.
Bayley did the same and was about to ask a question when Mick turned back to Alexa. When it came to junk food she had two vices: chocolate and mozzarella sticks. After an internal struggle that played out on her face Alexa relented and took one herself, declined to dip it, and nibbled the tip as though that would be enough for her.
This drew blinks from both Alexa and Bayley. She washed it down with a sip of her drink.
Mick smiled at this in a way that suggested he knew exactly what Alexa was trying to do but he shook his head nonetheless. I agree, but do you know anyone who might know someone else?
Dean Ambrose was a lunatic. Anti-social, prone to sudden rage attacks, and paranoid about the world around him. The LVPD had been building a case against him for years but despite his quirks he was as clever as a desert fox. He was ostensibly an antique weapons dealer and as far as anyone had been able to prove in court, that was all he was. Alexa bit her lip but after a moment nodded. Bayley and Alexa left their payment and a generous tip before taking their food from Noelle and hurrying out the door.
Nurse Practitioner Sasha Banks is facing a crisis on two fronts. Even as her beloved city seems to be threatening to tear itself apart with violence she faces an even more difficult internal battle. See the end of the chapter for notes. Sasha Banks was absolutely exhausted. A native of Las Vegas, Sasha felt like she was watching her home disintegrate before her eyes. Over the last few weeks it seemed the city had gone crazy. Dealing with the after effects of shootings was another unfortunate fact of life for an ER nurse.
But lately it seemed three of four people were being shot daily. She closed her eyes and let her head droop back for a few seconds.
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Her eyelids felt like they were made of sandpaper and her feet were howling at her to get horizontal soon. Opening her eyes she glanced up at the clock behind the nurses station and sighed, forty five minutes until she could leave. Since it seemed she had a minute to spare she dropped heavily into a nearby chair and started rubbing her neck. Sasha turned and saw Molly Holly, her boss and friend, extending a coffee toward her.
Molly had remembered not to add anything to it, just like Sasha loved her coffee.