ND/Enter Marty Riordan 2
From Create Your Own Story
You quickly motion under your desk. She rushes to your side and ducks under it just as the door opens. It's a man with a small black moustache wearing a small black gun. You catch sight of the gun under his coat as he takes off his hat. His clothes look like they've come out of a bespoke tailor's. He wears them well. His manner is cool, like a cat eyeing its prey.
He comes in and sits down in the chair across from you, appraising you keenly. 'You've heard of me,' he says finally.
You nod. You have heard of him. You won't find many people within fifty miles who haven't heard of Marty Riordan. Especially not if they're in your line of work.
'Good,' he says. He pauses and looks at you keenly. 'I came looking for a friend,' he says.
'I'm afraid I don't know you well enough,' you reply.
'Wise guy huh?' Riordan smiles. 'Luckily for you I like wise guys. It keeps me on my toes. Just don't get too wise.'
'You see this friend of mine,' he continues. 'She's in a bit of a mess. Now I offered to help her with it, but she wouldn't have any of it. She insisted on doing something stupid.' He leans forward. 'I don't like that, Mr. Horne. I don't like it one bit.'
He stands up. 'Now I'm going to take care of this matter for her. And I would appreciate it if I was left alone to do it.'
'If I see your friend I'll be sure to let her know,' you say.
Riordan leans forward and picks up the still hot cigarette that the blonde had left in your ashtray and stubs it out. 'You do that,' he smiles. Then, he turns and walks out of the door. You hear the waiting room door slam as he leaves.
You sigh in relief and let the blonde out from under your desk. 'Thanks for not giving me away,' she says.
'Maybe you should have mentioned that this little job of yours involves messing with Marty Riordan.'
She laughs. 'Why? Too dangerous for you Mr. Horne?'
