Anything For You

Part 12

"Charlie, Samantha here" she whispered into her cellphone. She looked around slowly, trying to see if she recognized anyone. She couldn't take the chance of anyone overhearing her conversation.

"Samantha Williams, long time no hear. What can I do for my favorite psychopath?" Charlie replied biting into his day old sandwich.

"You're funny you fat fuck. I've got a small job for you if you're up for it" she spat at him through her teeth.

"Yea? Where do you want to meet or do you want to come to my office" he asked.

Samantha scrunched up her nose at the thought of going to Charlie's office in the 'bad part of town'. "I'll come to your office. I'll be there in an hour or so." She couldn't take the chance of being seen with him in her part of town.

Charlie was a highly decorated officer in the police force and her father was the Commissioner at the time of his employment. Ten years before his retirement, Charlie was found guilty of falsifying evidence against a young university student.

Unfortunately for Charlie, the university student was the younger brother of the Assistant District Attorney and once this case was overturned, it prompted an investigation on all of Charlie's cases during his years of service.

Internal Affairs in conjunction with the Commissioner's office and the District attorney's office, started their investigations, keeping it hush hush. Charlie and a few of his fellow police officers were found guilty and three out of the seven were convicted and sent to prison. Charlie's punishment was Community service for six months as evidence miraculously disappeared during trial.

Samantha had read all her father cases and Charlie's was her favorite story. He was eventually discharged from the police force with a black mark against his name.

A few years later, Samantha found herself in a situation that required the help of someone with no morals or any connection to her at all. The first person that came to mind was Charlie. She called him up and the situation disappeared. After that, Samantha used Charlie's services to spy on Michael and to help her with some other questionable 'circumstances' she found herself in.

An hour later she was standing in front of Charlie's building. The streets were filled with rubbish, questionable members of society and a few animals that begged to die. At the entrance of the building a drunk person lay on the ground holding up a dirt encrusted hand toward her begging for money. She couldn't make out if it was a woman or a man.

"You got some spare change pretty lady?" he or she asked slurring the words.

"Urghh get away from me you peasant" she shrieked as she jumped away from him or her.

She hurried into the building and contemplated on taking the elevator but decided against it. She walked up the two flights of stairs to Charlie's office, avoiding eye contact with who ever walked past her. Standing in front of his office door, his name plastered in big black letters, well most of it, she questioned her motives for being there.

She dismissed it immediately as a vision of Jenna holding Michael started the fire in her again. She tapped on the frosted glass window of his office door with her cellphone.

"It's open" she heard a woman's voice yell from inside.

She pulled the sleeve of her cardigan over her hand and turned the nob on the door but it wouldn't open all the way. She kicked the bottom of the door with her foot and it flew open pulling her into the office.

"Yea, we going to get that fixed" the same voice yelled at her again.

"I'm sure you are" Samantha replied sarcastically.

The voice was that of a tiny young woman sitting behind a huge imitation oak desk. Her unnatural bleached blonde hair was styled in the same way as Olivia Newton John's character in Greece. The part where she changed her look for Danny at the end of the movie.

Her dark brown eye shadow plastered on her eye lids made her brown eyes look bigger. She basically looked like Gizmo from the movie Gremlins and Samantha giggled at the thought.

Her giggle was cut short as Charlie rolled toward her. He was a tall, fat man that barely fit into his clothes. His pants hung at an angle as the front was tucked neatly under his bulging tummy and the back lifted high over his flat buttocks. His full black beard made him look dirty and he always smelled of rotten food. He was in one word, disgusting.

"Hey Sam, good to see you" she heard Charlie call to her.

"Hi Charlie." She was clearly uncomfortable in the dirty office.

"Come, come let's talk in my office. Do you want some tea?" he asked gesturing to his office. Samantha shook her head. "No thanks, just had some" she answered.

"Okay, sit" he pointed to the chair in front of his desk. Charlie's office was filled with folders, books and newspaper clippings. Looking around his office, she saw a mouse run across the mountain of newspapers hugging the far left corner of his office.

"So, what can I do for you?" he asked as he plopped himself down in his unusually wide leather chair.

"I need some information on a Jenna Edwards. She's a professor at Michael's university and I want to get to know her a bit better." She said.

"Why if I may ask and how do you know her?" folding his arms and leaning forward onto his desk.

"I did some research on her and like I said, I want to get to know her a bit better" she replied. Looking around, she hoped that the mouse stayed in its section of the filthy room.

"So why don't you just go and speak to her and get to know her that way? You know, like a regular person?" he stated grinning at her.

"Do you want this job or not" she yelled.

Charlie sat back and swiveled in his chair as he stared at Samantha. He had seen her lose her temper before and it wasn't something he wanted to see today.

"Okay, so from what I just heard. This Jenna Edwards is fucking Michael, you don't like it because you're a conniving bitch that ruined your relationship with him and now he has someone else and you're jealous." He remarked and Samantha shrugged her shoulders.

"Think whatever you want. Do you want the job or not?" she asked again.

"Yea, I'll take it. Sounds like something interesting." He mocked.

"Our usual fee then?" she asked.

"Yea"

She opened her bag and took out a bulging white envelope and threw it at him. Charlie picked it up, opened it and smiled as his fat fingers counted the hundred dollar bills.

"It's all there" she said and stood up.

"I'll have some information for you by the end of the week" Charlie remarked without looking up, his attention fixated on the money in the envelope.

Samantha saw herself out without saying goodbye. As she walked out of Charlie's office, she remembered something that Michael said to her the night he broke up with her.

'The devil doesn't show up with a pitch fork and horns, it showed up with perfect manicured nails and red lips.'

She smiled to herself.