Wrestling the Kraken

Dante

Dante

Standing alone at the stoop, a pair of headlights pulled up to the curb. A woman in a red blazer, white blouse, and red skirt stepped out of the car. She jogged up the steps, her brown curly hair bouncing.

"Thank you for seeing me so late." Dante greeted the realtor.

She dug through her purse for the keys. "Oh, not to worry at all. I'm always available to my clients day... or night." She said, winking at him. Surveying him from head to toe, she bit her lip, giving a coy laugh, and opened the door. Dante smiled, walking in after her.

"Luckily I have the lights hooked up." She said turning on a few switches. "I have to tell you, I've had many offers for this townhome. However..." She stopped to face him. "... they all seem to back out when they find out what happened to the previous owner. I figured I'd tell you now and save the hassle of paperwork, if you're not interested."

"Oh, I'm interested." He said with a smirk, winking back at her, then he turned to look at the room.

The realtor giggled, then settled herself for the story. "Well, apparently the previous owner's daughter had been found by the theater. Rumor is that it was part of the Rose Murders that's been going on in all of those cities. That's not even the worst part. The father of the girl who had owned the house, showed up dead too, oh but not inside the house, if that's what you're wondering. It was somewhere a few blocks over."

Dante walked around, examining the room. "It wasn't what I was thinking, but thank you. I'll take it." He answered.

"Y-you'll what? Oh that's great! The story didn't bother you at all?" She asked.

"I wouldn't be staying in it much." He replied.

"Fantastic!" She said, pulling out a stack of papers from her rather large purse. "Shall we get started?" She held up the stack.

Dante sat down and filled out the forms. When he was finally done, he handed the papers back over to the realtor. She was sitting on the couch drinking a glass of champagne, with her skirt slightly back revealing much of her leg. Taking the papers from him, she handed him the glass, so she could check it through.

"Ar-mand R-Rossini? As in the Rossini Circus?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Yes." Dante replied, unbothered.

The realtor put her skirt down and stood up. "Oh look at the time! I've really got to go." She grabbed her purse and made it to the door. "Enjoy the house, enjoy the champagne, I'll let you know once everything goes through." She said and she was out the door.

Dante laughed to himself, shaking his head, then took a drink of the champagne.