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Casino Girl

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by Leslie Wolfe


  “See? Told you,” Carl said, “no one’s going to see us out here. We can do whatever we want,” he said playfully.

  Kris squealed and ran toward the lifeguard tower. In daylight, the tower showed its bright yellow and orange, a splash of joyful colors on the tourist-abundant stretch of sand. At night, the structure appeared gloomy, resembling a menacing creature on tall, insect-like legs.

  “It looks like one of those aliens from War of the Worlds,” Kris said, then promptly started running, waving her arms up in the air, pretending she was flying.

  Carl chased Kris, laughing and squealing with her, running in circles around the tower, and weaving footstep patterns between the solid wood posts.

  “Phew,” Carl said, stopping his chase and taking some distance. “Stinks of piss. Let’s get out of here.”

  “Eww…” Kris replied, following him. “Why do men do that?”

  “What? Pee?”

  “Everybody pees, genius,” Kris replied, still panting from the run. “Peeing where it stinks and bothers people, that’s what I meant. Women pee in the bushes. Men should pee in the water if they don’t like the bushes.”

  “Really? That’s gross.”

  “Where do you think fish pee? At least the waves would wash away the pee and it wouldn’t stink, to mess up our sunrise.”

  “Fish pee?” Carl pushed back, incredulous.

  “They don’t?”

  They walked holding hands, putting a few more yards of distance between them and the tower. Then Carl suddenly dropped to the ground, dragging Kris with him. She squealed again, and laughed.

  “Let’s sit here,” he said. “The show’s on. Let’s see if we get a good one.”

  The sky was starting to light up toward the east. They watched silently, hand in hand, as the dark shades of blue and gray gradually turned ablaze, mixing in dark reds and orange hues. The horizon line was clear, a sharp edge marking where ocean met sky.

  “It’s going to be great,” Carl said. “No clouds, no haze.” He kissed her lips quickly, and then turned his attention back to the celestial light show.

  “You’re a strange boy, Carl.”

  “Yeah? Why?”

  “Other boys would have asked me to sneak out in the middle of the night to make out. With you, it’s a sunrise, period. Should I worry?”

  Carl smiled widely, then tickled Kris until she begged for mercy between gasps of air and bouts of uncontrollable laughter.

  “Stop! Stop it already. I can’t breathe!”

  “I might want to get on with that make out, you know,” Carl laughed.

  “Nah, it’s getting light. Someone could see us,” Kris pushed back, unconvinced. “Someone could come by.”

  Carl shrugged and turned his attention to the sunrise. He grabbed her hand and held it gently, playing with her fingers.

  Almost half the sky had caught fire, challenging the moonlight, and obliterating most of its reflected light against the blissful, serene, ocean waves.

  Carl checked the time on his phone.

  “A few more minutes until it comes out,” he announced, sounding serious, as if predicting a rare and significant event. He took a few pictures of the sky, then suddenly snapped one of Kris.

  “Ah… no,” she reacted, “give that to me right this second, Carl.” She grabbed the phone from his hand and looked at the picture he’d taken. The image showed a young girl with messy, golden brown hair, partially covering a scrunched, tense face with deep ridges on her brow. The snapshot revealed Kris biting her index fingernail, totally absorbed by the process, slobbering her sleeve cuff while at it.

  “God-awful,” she reacted, then pressed the option to delete.

  “No!” Carl said, pulling the phone from her hands. “I like it!”

  “There’s nothing to like. There,” she said, relaxing a little, and arranging her hair briefly with her long, thin fingers. “I’ll pose for you.” She smiled.

  Carl took a few pictures. She looked gorgeous, against the backdrop of fiery skies, pink sand, and turquoise water. He took image after image, as she got into it and made faces, danced, and swirled in front of him, laughing.

  The sun’s first piercing ray shot out of the sea, just as Kris shrieked, a blood-curdling scream that got Carl to spring to his feet and run to her.

  Speechless, Kris pointed a trembling hand at the lifeguard tower. Underneath the tower, between the wooden posts supporting the elevated structure, was the naked body of a young woman. She appeared to be kneeling, as if praying to the rising sun. Her hands were clasped together in front of her in the universal, unmistakable gesture of silent pleading.

  Holding their breaths, they approached carefully, curious and yet afraid of what they stood to discover. The growing light of the new morning revealed more details with each step they took. Her back, covered in bruises and small cuts, stained in smudged, dried blood. Her blue eyes wide open, glossed over. A few specks of sand clung to her long, dark lashes. Her beautiful face, immobile, covered in sparkling flecks of sand. Her lips slightly parted, as if to let a last breath escape. Long, blonde hair, wet from sea spray, almost managed to disguise the deep cut in her neck.

  No blood dripped from the wound; her heart had stopped beating for some time. Yet she held upright, unyielding in her praying posture, her knees stuck firmly in the sand covered in their footprints, and her eyes fixed on the beautiful sunrise they came to enjoy.

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  Leslie Wolfe is a bestselling author whose novels break the mold of traditional thrillers. She creates unforgettable, brilliant, strong women heroes who deliver fast-paced, satisfying suspense, backed up by extensive background research in technology and psychology.

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  Books by Leslie Wolfe

  BAXTER & HOLT Series

  Las Vegas Girl

  Casino Girl

  Las Vegas Crime

  Tess Winnett Series

  Dawn Girl

  The Watson Girl

  Glimpse of Death

  Taker of Lives

  Self-Standing Novels

  Stories Untold

  Alex Hoffmann Series

  Executive

  Devil’s Move

  The Backup Asset

  The Ghost Pattern

  Operation Sunset

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