It Sometimes Snows In May: A B.E.A.N. Police Novella Read Online Free PDF

sunglasses. “Yes I did.”
     
    Elisa eyes widen and anger fills her face, flushing it red. “You! Have you no shame?” Aalin’s jaw tightens, and he reaches for Ryles. Ryles drops her sunglasses on the ground and then grabs Aalin wrist with her left hand until Aalin buckles down on one knee grimacing.
     
                  “Your first one was free,” Ryles said. “Don’t let this one cost you.” Ryles applies more pressure on Aalin wrist forcing his extended arm to hyper-extend further. His eyes shut, and Elisa hears clicks from his arm. Aalin begins to struggle to contain himself. If Ryles didn’t have at least decade on him, she would have no chance to hold him this long. “Now be a nice boy, and pick up my shades so we don’t make a scene.” Ryles looks up to Elisa. “I know you plutocrats don’t like to ruffle your feathers.” Elisa begins to step back, while Aalin gropes for Ryles sunglasses.
     
                  Ryles watches as Aalin reaches the them. “Good boy,” Ryles said. “Now get up, real slow.” Ryles lets go of Aalin’s wrist.
     
                  Aalin immediately feels cool metal against his neck. “Real slow.” He hears Ryles repeat. By the time Aalin is up right he facing the business end of a pistol.
     
                  Ryles catches Elisa easing backwards. “Relax. I’m here to wrap up some unfinished business with Zota.”
     
                  “Well...as you can see he’s dead, so I guess your business will remain unfinished,” Elisa says.
     
                  “Don’t be so quick to throw away money,” Ryles replies.
     
                  “Excuse me?”
     
                  “I’ll be coming over for dinner. Seven o’clock. Invite your lawyer too.” Ryles puts her sunglasses back on and walks off.
     
                 
     
                  Ryles walks up to the front door of Zota’s residence under the cover of another hazy summer night. She tugs down a leather hat matching her jacket, which hides most of her face from the cameras perched around the property monitor.
     
                  “Please identify yourself,” the residence's artificial intelligence module asks in a voice matching Elisa’s.
     
                  “Zota’s mistress.” Ryles smirks.
     
                  “Please wait,” the residence AI responds.
     
                  “Sure.”
     
    Moments later, the access panel display next to the door changes from red, to yellow, to green. “Access granted,” the residence AI says. “Welcome.” Ryles hears the doorbell chime inside, and a few seconds later. The front door slides open to reveal Elisa. She stares down Ryles; her face scrunch up as if she’s tolerating a foul odor.
     
    “How quaint,” Elisa says. Elisa leads Ryles in. Ryles watches Elisa glide through the living room which has been upgraded with larger, plush furnishings worth of an old England castle. At the grand, wood-trimmed table, Elisa sits at the head with Aalin to her immediate right, and a pigtailed, blasian man in his sixties on her left.
     
    “So...to what do I owe this visit, from someone I never expected to see...in my house...ever again?” Elisa says. She passes Aalin a side glance.
     
    “The brother with the sore wrist I know.” Ryles points to Aalin. “So I hope the skinny, old guy is your lawyer.”
     
    “The best ones are,” Elisa replies.
     
    “Zota and I have a business agreement…”
     
    “Oh! Is that what you daiswrights are calling adultery now?” Elisa interrupts.
     
    Ryles picks up one of the marble coasters on the table, feels its weight in her palm, and then slams it on the table. Everyone flinches, and Elisa gasps, eyeing the table where the coaster lay. “Pay attention, or you’ll miss the good part. I found a buyer for some ware your husband wrote. The copy he gave me to