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her mouth closed, because Carter wasn’t stupid, and he was very persistent. It didn’t take much to convince López to give him the full address. Carter got out of the elevator, took a few steps, and there he was. He picked the lock in just minute. Carter switched the light on and his jaw almost dropped to the floor. The flat was huge.
Carter quickly looked around the living room. But somehow he knew the ruby wasn’t there. On his left was the kitchen. No, not there either. Carter went to the right, into the bedroom. The double bed was framed by two over-decorated nightstands. Next to the bed was a little desk covered with make-up tools. An enormous mirror hung over it. Carter looked more closely at the powders, lipsticks, eye shadows, and so on. Obviously the ruby wasn’t there either. Carter turned around. Facing the bed, he imagined Farrell, her brown skin, her black hair.
He soon snapped out of his fantasy and noticed a door to his right. He walked to the door hoping to finally find the ruby. But he didn’t. Instead he found dozens of dresses, skirts, shirts, a few leather jackets, and an incredible amount of blue jeans. “Why does she have so many jeans?” Carter wondered. “They all look the same anyway.”
He was about to get out of the walk-in closet when he saw a latch next to the door. He pulled on it but nothing happened. Carter sighed. He closed the door behind him, and couldn’t help smiling widely when he realized what was activated by the latch.
Carter pushed the secret door hidden next to the bed to discover a real Ali Baba’s cavern. Shelves were crawling under jewels. There was a lot of gold, a few sapphires, and numerous emeralds. And in the middle of all that, the ruby.
It was protected by a glass showcase. Carter tapped gently on the glass. It didn’t look very thick. If he’d had the proper material, Carter could easily have pierced the glass and left unnoticed. Breaking it would make noise and attract neighbors. Carter swore at Farrell. Then he breathed in to calm down. There was a heavy lock on the case. Finding the ruby wasn’t enough; now he had to find the key. Carter rolled his eyes. She was good.
Carter was out of ideas. So he just stared at the ruby. It really had a magnificent flower shape, with all the little cracks making it unique. Its nuanced red glow was beautifully highlighted by Farrell’s silverish LEDs. The ruby seemed to be living, pumping like a passionate scarlet heart. Carter longed to hold it in his hands. He wanted to see it even closer. He wished to study the crevices and scratches of the red-hot ruby. But that damned glass prevented him from even breathing upon the rock.
Suddenly Carter heard the entrance door. Farrell was finally home; he would now be able to threaten her so that she would give him the ruby. He leaned on the showcase, facing the secret door, and waiting for her to find him. He didn’t have to wait for long. A minute or two later, Farrell showed up, menacing him with a gun. His gun. A furtive smile illumined Carter’s face for less than a second.
“That’s mine,” he said pointing at the gun.
“And that is mine,” Farrell replied pointing at the ruby.
“How about an exchange then?” Carter tried.
“Very funny, mister Carter,” Farrell was obviously angry. “Step away from my ruby.”
Carter stepped away like she asked, but only to get closer to her. He knew she wouldn’t shoot. She didn’t have what it takes. He stood in front of her, shadowing half of her face with his large shoulders. Carter was glad to see that Farrell was again wearing a low v-neckline; he’d gotten used to staring at her breasts.
“Eyes up,” Farrell commanded.
“Hm, I was just remembering what happened at my place,” Carter said.
Despite herself, Farrell smiled. She was distracted just long enough for Carter to take the gun from her hands. But she fought back, and the gun ended its trip on the floor. Now that Farrell wasn’t dangerous
Carter quickly looked around the living room. But somehow he knew the ruby wasn’t there. On his left was the kitchen. No, not there either. Carter went to the right, into the bedroom. The double bed was framed by two over-decorated nightstands. Next to the bed was a little desk covered with make-up tools. An enormous mirror hung over it. Carter looked more closely at the powders, lipsticks, eye shadows, and so on. Obviously the ruby wasn’t there either. Carter turned around. Facing the bed, he imagined Farrell, her brown skin, her black hair.
He soon snapped out of his fantasy and noticed a door to his right. He walked to the door hoping to finally find the ruby. But he didn’t. Instead he found dozens of dresses, skirts, shirts, a few leather jackets, and an incredible amount of blue jeans. “Why does she have so many jeans?” Carter wondered. “They all look the same anyway.”
He was about to get out of the walk-in closet when he saw a latch next to the door. He pulled on it but nothing happened. Carter sighed. He closed the door behind him, and couldn’t help smiling widely when he realized what was activated by the latch.
Carter pushed the secret door hidden next to the bed to discover a real Ali Baba’s cavern. Shelves were crawling under jewels. There was a lot of gold, a few sapphires, and numerous emeralds. And in the middle of all that, the ruby.
It was protected by a glass showcase. Carter tapped gently on the glass. It didn’t look very thick. If he’d had the proper material, Carter could easily have pierced the glass and left unnoticed. Breaking it would make noise and attract neighbors. Carter swore at Farrell. Then he breathed in to calm down. There was a heavy lock on the case. Finding the ruby wasn’t enough; now he had to find the key. Carter rolled his eyes. She was good.
Carter was out of ideas. So he just stared at the ruby. It really had a magnificent flower shape, with all the little cracks making it unique. Its nuanced red glow was beautifully highlighted by Farrell’s silverish LEDs. The ruby seemed to be living, pumping like a passionate scarlet heart. Carter longed to hold it in his hands. He wanted to see it even closer. He wished to study the crevices and scratches of the red-hot ruby. But that damned glass prevented him from even breathing upon the rock.
Suddenly Carter heard the entrance door. Farrell was finally home; he would now be able to threaten her so that she would give him the ruby. He leaned on the showcase, facing the secret door, and waiting for her to find him. He didn’t have to wait for long. A minute or two later, Farrell showed up, menacing him with a gun. His gun. A furtive smile illumined Carter’s face for less than a second.
“That’s mine,” he said pointing at the gun.
“And that is mine,” Farrell replied pointing at the ruby.
“How about an exchange then?” Carter tried.
“Very funny, mister Carter,” Farrell was obviously angry. “Step away from my ruby.”
Carter stepped away like she asked, but only to get closer to her. He knew she wouldn’t shoot. She didn’t have what it takes. He stood in front of her, shadowing half of her face with his large shoulders. Carter was glad to see that Farrell was again wearing a low v-neckline; he’d gotten used to staring at her breasts.
“Eyes up,” Farrell commanded.
“Hm, I was just remembering what happened at my place,” Carter said.
Despite herself, Farrell smiled. She was distracted just long enough for Carter to take the gun from her hands. But she fought back, and the gun ended its trip on the floor. Now that Farrell wasn’t dangerous
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