Much to my surprise the Cadillac is returned in one piece and even with a new set of Michelins out back! Laetitia says she is going to quit with the Watsons as it has been four weeks since she suffered the garrote and when she called them to see when she should be there again they suggested she took more time off. She seemed upset but I didn’t know this Lord Thomas Scott had been actively pursuing her. In violation with her contract with the Watsons, never a good idea, she tells me she has a date with him tonight. She asks if there is cab service available at the Tree estate.
There really is but the cabs are painted reddish-pink and are marked ‘Yo Taxi’ (I don’t make this up). I toss the keys to the Bentley Continental GT. She can’t fuck it up worse than Barb and Siss do. As she tears down the mile-long drive I think ‘well, maybe she can’.
Laetitia’s ‘date’ with Lord Thomas Scott was just drinks and sex in his Clayton penthouse. She fucked him so hard Dorothy would be proud her.
Lord Scott tells her “The Watson’s think you are wasted horse. I want you both like this and to develop my stable. Will you partner with me?”
Partner with him? Have some respect? Fuck yes I will! He asks me to come back next Saturday adding “You don’t think the Watsons are the only ones who know how to hang a fine piece of ass like you.”
So you don’t see that as a compliment but I do!
I call Tree the next morning and tell him I am going to bring the Bentley back later that day. He tells me he is cleaning out the garage and for me to keep it a while. You can’t imagine where you can illegally park with Bentley and not get a ticket!
The car has diplomatic plates that state ‘THT 4’.
I get an email from Sir Thomas Scott. He wants to hang me before a few close friends and asks if I am up for it. ‘Up for it’??? I can’t wait!
I text Tree and ask if he could be there. He doesn’t reply.
My land line does not take text messages… She could have called me more quickly and I
was there. Doesn’t anyone talk anymore?
I get a package Thursday night with a blue halter dress and a pair of spiked heels. In the package there is a note that says “Wear this and only this. Do not bring a purse or your phone. I will send a car for you. Be ready at 7 PM sharp - Love Thom.”
It’s 7:05 PM when Ulrika comes out on the Tree house deck and says “I guess you haven’t figured out how to get a text message off your voice mail.”
“What is a text message” I ask.
Ulrika shakes her head and says “I’ll explain later when I have a few hours to kill. You were invited to a ‘Sir Thomas Scott’s Clayton penthouse to watch Laetitia hanged.”
“Walter Scott of Bob Kuban and the In-men… I thought he was dead” I say
“He is but I said Sir
Thomas Scott. That who she is meeting with now and you were invited.”
“I don’t usually go to hangings that I’m not doing” I note.
“I think you should have been there. The only ‘Thomas Scott’ that shows you on any search engine besides welfare recipients is a UK hedge fund manager that works for Aaron and Andrea Watson and the Clayton address is not owned by a ‘Lord Thomas Scott’- there is no living one- but by none other than the Wilsons. I think she could have used you there- with your Glock- to keep her out of trouble” Ulrika says barely hiding her scorn of me.
I make a drink and have a smoke… I’ll get to the bottom of this tomorrow…”
Tree
…what??? Even God took six days to fuck this all up and he rested the seventh thinking it was good…