The Past Never Dies Quietly
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and don't know anyone that
does. Suing me will probably get you the 38 cents in my pocket now and
nothing more than that.
Summary: Tasha takes steps to confirm a rumor.
Acknowledgement: This story is written following a conversation with
Wizard13. Thanks kid for the inspiration. I hope you enjoy this story as
I try to write it. No nagging e-mails though.
The light could barely be registered under the thick oak door. The
inch and a half of solid wood was strong enough to stop a bullet at close
range. Perhaps the steel frame over the edge of the sides were overkill
but it didn't seem to matter to the woman that occupied the small, slightly
stifling apartment that dwell in the sublevel of the six story apartment
building in the heart of Beverly Hills. No one would have thought that
anyone would choose to live below ground level in a city where the view
from one's living room equivocate the worth of the property. But not
everyone has lived a life as complicated as this particular woman.
The apartment was spuriously decorated, with hardly any mementos to
personalize the living space. In fact the only visible signs of the place
being inhabited was the three photos that decorated the a bookshelf filled
with what appeared to be military training manuals and old classics that
most high school students dread to read. And of course the magnificent
collection of guns, knives and assortment of deadly weapons of war that
lined the wall generously. The ruffled edges of the soft beige bed should
have looked out of place in this otherwise masculine décor, but seemed to
fit itself in nicely.
Oh and of course there was the ringing telephone hung over the
breakfast nook. How many people knew this particular number? Let's just
say one can count off the number on the fingers of a hand with two missing
digits. After seven rings, the sophisticated answering machines that
screen calls, scrambled caller IDs and misdirect phone traces picked up
with simply a beep.
"Tasha? It's David. If you're there and screening your call for no
apparent reason, pick up the phone, this is important. If not, I'll be at
the El Captain at midnight tonight. I need to talk to you; it's about your
ex-husband number one and three. Show up alone as always. If I don't see
you at midnight, I'll assume you don't want to know and drop this. Until
The click indicated the line going dead, then the apartment was once