Dave came back a few moments later, his graying face lit up like a Christmas tree. “One Mr. Johnson and Mrs. Johnson are expected shortly. Last minute reservations made just a little while ago. Follow me, I think I have just the thing.”
Archie and Dave went up four flights of marble stairs and down a long corridor with only a few doors off to each side. Red carpeting and heavy, wooden furniture gave the hallway a luxurious feel. Bright electric lighting made up for the lack of sunlight and windows. Being his first time in the hotel, Archie was impressed and interested in seeing what the rooms beyond the doors looked like. Dave took him to a corner door at the end of the hall draped with a painting cloth. He pulled the material down with a flourish before opening the door.
“This room was going to be painted tomorrow but they haven’t started doing any work yet, just blocked off the door so we don’t house any guests here before they have a chance to start,” the old policeman explained.
Beckoning Archie in, Dave walked him around the suite. The door led into a sitting room complete with couch, wireless, and desk. All very nicely done, very homey. Three windows looked out over Broadway Square and the fish market that spilled out onto Thames Street. Lots of light. Two doors in the wall to the right led to the other areas of the suite – a bedroom and a bare-bones kitchen. The bedroom was well appointed with a large four poster bed, sofa at its foot, a large wardrobe and two windows overlooking the square. A small bathroom with sink, toilet, and bath opened off the room. Directly across from the sofa and foot of the bed was another door leading into the kitchen area. The kitchen had a small table and two chairs, a hot plate, a sink, and a kettle. A door at the far wall led back to the sitting room.
Dave divided the painting cloth into two strips and hung one over the kitchenette door into the bedroom. Taking a key from his pocket, he locked the door from the bedroom, handed the key to Archie, then walked over to the door into the sitting room. Dave hung the other half of the drop cloth over the door and swung it closed to make sure the fabric did not wedge the door shut.
“My thinking is that you can stay locked in here, quiet-like, and you should be able to see and hear everything that goes on in the bedroom and sitting room. We’ll tell the lovebirds the kitchen is being remodeled.” Dave pointed to the stained glass transom windows over the doors looking into the bedroom and sitting rooms. “They might look red or green depending on what part of the window you use, but it should be clear enough to prove your client’s case.”
“Damn it, Dave. This is perfect.” Archie pulled a chair over to the door into the bedroom and hoisted himself up to take a good look. Sure enough everything was clear enough, but the tinted glass was fine with all the sunlight in the rooms. He could clearly see the whole bedroom. He drug the other chair over to the door into the sitting room. The view here was not nearly as good, he could see the entryway and part of the couch, but the deeper parts of the room next to the windows were out of sight.
Dave excused himself, it was nearly 12:30 and he wanted to be downstairs to get a look at the guests. Archie suspected that he would need to sweeten the $20 pot if Dave recognized Mrs. Masters from the papers, but that was a problem for another time. Archie busied himself with locking the door to the sitting area after Dave left and positioning the chairs under each window so he would not have to move one around once the couple arrived.
The small room was dark and Archie was sweating in anticipation of who was going to come through the door. Sweat glistened on his forehead even though the room was comfortable and not too hot. He shed his jacket and tie, rolled up his shirt sleeves and removed his shoes to keep from making too much noise moving around. Archie had everything in place when he heard the door to the hotel room open and a familiar voice thank the bell hop for guiding her to the room. Archie looked out the transom into the sitting room.
Mrs. Masters took a cursory look at the sitting room and headed straight for the bedroom. No one was with her, her date must be running late. The detective switched to the bedroom view. For the second time that day, Archie watched the gorgeous wife strip naked. The green dress was folded and placed on the couch along with her blouse, but Mrs. Masters kept on her stockings, heels, garters, lacy bra, and jewelry. Her black underwear were placed on top of the pile of clothes. Nearly naked, Alice laid back on the bed to wait for her lover. Archie was surprised not to see a look of impatience or boredom on her face, but one of fear. Mrs. Masters was afraid. The gorgeous brunette was also turned on, her plump inner lips slick with moisture and poking out of the dark pubic hair pointed directly at Archie. One hand went down to her cunt while the other clutched the cover on the bed. Again Archie watched Mrs. Masters play with her pussy and the same waive of guilt rolled over him. He decided to switch chairs to be in place when the man arrived.
Archie had been standing on the chair overlooking the entry and sitting room long enough to hear Mrs. Masters grunt loudly twice before the door to the hotel room quietly opened. A large man backed into the room, clearly tipping the bell hop outside so he would not be able to see inside the room. Archie almost fell off the chair when the man turned around.
Morris “The Bull” Gerschman. Mid-level mob fixer, violent felon, and notorious ladies man. Morris stood at six foot and change, handsome in a carved-from-granite sort of way, wide as two men and rumored to have a murderous temper. He’d made headlines a few years before when he walked into a bar and five other gangsters developed gunshot wounds. Despite there being over fifty witnesses, no one could recall who shot first or who was involved. The trial was over almost as soon as it began and Morris walked away a free man. He dated actresses and dance girls, always finding a way to get a mention in the social pages. Morris was the last man Archie expected to walk through the door.
Morris took off his jacket in the sitting room, tossing it over the arm of the sofa, and strolled back to the bedroom in his shirt sleeves. Archie switched vantage points as quickly and as silently as he could.
“Thinking about me, eh doll?” Archie heard him grunt. His voice was a deep bass, full of rocks and sharp edges. “I didn’t say stop. Keep going. I need to shed some clothing.”
Archie watched as the pair made eye contact the whole time Mrs. Masters rubbed her clit and Morris stripped off his shirt and pants. If anything she seemed more frightened now that Morris was here in the room with her. After a few moments Morris started barking orders and Alice jumped to comply.
“Get over here, doll. Suck this cock.” Archie was looking over Morris’ shoulder and could not see Alice except her hands gripping Morris’ thighs as she bobbed up and down on her knees. This went on for a few minutes until Morris had enough.