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May 25th 1922.
The clicks of her heels echoed throughout the hallway, and the closer she got to his office, thicker the smell of cigar smoke became. Julia knew this would be dangerous. She knew that one wrong step would cause her to ‘go on holiday’, but she needed to know what happened;
That night.
With a soft knock on the door, his rough voice beckoned her inside. The cigar smoke was pungent, and she found herself coughing as she covered her mouth her gloved hand.
“Who are you?” The man behind the desk asked, placing the cigar between his lips to take drag.
She stayed silent as she went and sat down in the leather seat across from him. Pushing the small brown curls that framed her face back. She smiled the largest fake smile she could muster.
“My name is Julia Monroe and I need your expertise…”
The man in question raised an eyebrow, he kept his eyes on her for a moment or two before turning back to his cigar.
“You look a little young to be needing my expertise,” he looked at her again. “Now, tell me, why are you really here?”
She let out a soft sigh, re-positioning herself on the seat.
“I’m here for some information,” She kept it plain. Simple. “About what happened in Chicago, October 6th” She watched him as she spoke. He seemed unconcerned until the final part of the date left her lips. “1919”
“I don’t know anything about that!” He fumbled with his words. She was quick to question, as she leant forward.
“Then how do you know what I’m talking about? Tell me if you apparently don’t know”
The man gasped, his face starting to blush with frustration.
“Who are you?”
Julia rose to her feet, flattening out her black pencil skirt with her hands. One hand moved from her side to her bag. It was small but big enough for a few items.
“I already told you, my name is Julia Monroe,” Her fingers wrapped around the revolver, her gloved hand protecting her from its cold surface. She hastily pointed it in his direction. “Now tell me, what happened to my sister”
“You’ll want to watch where you’re pointing that thing, little lady, it can kill people you know”
Julia’s lips twitched in disgust and she motioned for him to speak.
“Start talking, otherwise you’ll get very acquainted with a bullet”
He rolled his eyes, placing the cigar down on the glass ashtray. He linked his fingers together and lent forward so his forearms were resting on his desk.
“I don’t know what to tell you, things happened, and she got herself in trouble by getting in the way” A chuckle escaped his lips. “She needed to be sorted out so that’s how it went down,” He sneered, and a smirk covered his thin lips. “The little bitch shouldn’t have thought about straying and it wouldn’t have happened, it taught her a lesson”
Her glare hardened and she gritted her teeth.
“My sister was a good person and you and your gang of thugs murdered her”
“We prefer the term mob, but go ahead” He shrugged. His expression quickly changed, and the smirk covered his lips once more. “I wonder if there’s more to her than you originally anticipated, that little whore always knew how to keep a secret-...”
The shot silenced him, and it made Julia’s ears ring.
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The Jazz Club
Mystery / Thriller" In late 1920, Julia Monroe is struck by tragedy when her older sister Irene is murdered. When things lead back to The Jazz Club, Irene's place of work. Julia will do whatever she can to find the truth. " ©katmadi 2019, The Jazz Club. To support th...
