The metal building

  At approximately the same time

  Gabrielle storms into the storage room which once housed the very unfortunate Evelyn Reardon. A hunched old man is seated at a metal table in the center of the room. Jamie Junior grunts loudly in his pilfered car seat atop the table. The shamed doctor raises his head from his chest and looks at Gabrielle with weary eyes.

  "He woke up a few minutes ago. And I can't get him to be quiet. I tried giving him a bottle. Nothing works."

  Gabrielle scoffs and hurries toward the table. She unhitches Jamie from his car seat and lifts him out. She makes an upward motion with a manicured fingernail.

  "Get the hell up, Roger! Move!"

  The old man climbs hastily from the chair, allowing Gabrielle to take his place. The woman sits down, making cooing noises at the tiny male child in her arms. To Roger's surprise, Gabrielle begins unbuttoning her tuxedo jacket. Next, she lifts up the bottom of her undershirt. Placing Jamie Junior at her left breast, Gabrielle allows him to suckle.

  Ned and another man enter through a side door. They both take a moment to observe Angela's--aka Gabrielle's--strange activities. Ned's eyes staying on only one thing.

  "That stupid bitch shot, Jack!," Ned says. "It's all over the news. He's in custody at Castleton Memorial. Critical they said."

  "Damn!" Angela roars in anger. "Any news on Mackey? Have they found him yet?"

  "No. But they've got bulletins out for the fugging bastard everywhere. You think he's dead? Maybe you should've made sure the job was done before you left him there, Angela?"

  "And maybe...You...Should shut your fugging mouth, Ned!"

  Angela points a finger at Ned. The somewhat out of practice rapist and murderer swallows hard, grimacing at the coldness in Angela's voice. Such a cold, hard bitch. She'd have to be to order the death of someone as beautiful and sweet as Evelyn Reardon. Jealousy, more than likely.

  "How the hell could you have been so dumb as to let that dumb bitch you've been shacking up with get a copy of your little sex tape? Huh, Ned? Explain that to me!" Angela roars, adjusting Jamie Junior on her bosom.

  "I can't! I saw her watching it. And I made her pay. But, I didn't realize she'd made a copy of the thing," Ned yells in defense of his actions. "You've got the video now. Not to mention, Mackey's phone. So everything is good. It's okay. Everything can continue as planned. I've already got the plane tickets. We can..."

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  "Shut the hell up, Ned!" Angela warns, wagging her finger again.

  The insane woman drops her hand and rubs the smooth hair atop Jamie Junior's head. She closes her eyes, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of holding a child at her breasts. And soon, he will be her baby. Her son. The son she might've had if that damn janitor hadn't torn up her insides--making her womb absolutely useless. And all because Detective James Mackey wanted to make a name for himself. How many years has she waited for this moment? Too many years.

  "Everything is not okay, Ned! Not by a long shot," Angela says in a low whisper. "You see...I can't afford to have sloppy people around me. Sloppy people create chaos. And I hate chaos."

  Angela carefully extracts her breast from within Jamie Junior's mouth. The child grunts but does not cry. Angela motions to the shamefaced hack doctor, who hurriedly comes to take Jamie from his female boss' arms. Angela slowly stands up. She suggestively tugs on her blouse. Thereby, covering her bosom. She walks toward Ned, who is staring at her with a suspicious expression.

  Reaching where Ned is standing, Angela places a hand at the back of his head. She runs the same hand through his hair, staring straight into his eyes.

  "I don't like chaos in my business, Ned. You said you could get everything done clean and quick. First, you start interfering with my plans...By coercing your own form of blackmail out of Melbourne. Or maybe...You're just a sick freak? Either way...Your little sex tapes could have blown everything for us. We gave you a pass on that one, Ned. Now, imagine if darling Rachel had given her copy of the video to someone else. Say...That spry new detective? Where would our operation be right now? Huh, Ned? And imagine if our little friend hadn't tailed Mackey from the nightclub? I wouldn't have known he was headed out to the construction site."

  Angela stops talking. Instead, she kisses Ned roughly on the mouth. For several brief moments, they are tangled in a passionate lip lock, Ned's face held between Angela's manicured hands. Ned gets entirely too caught up in the moment. He unhinges his mouth from Angela's and wetly kisses her throat. Angela throws back her head and laughs softly. She returns to running her hands through Ned's shoulder length hair. Her voice comes out a breathless gasp.

  "Oh, Ned...Ned," Angela whispers, shutting her eyes. "You've screwed up way too many times. It's a messy business we're in. You know...I can't afford screwups."

  "I know," Ned says, gripping Angela's chin in one hand and forcing her to kiss him again. "I know. And I'm sorry. It will never happen again. I promise. I'll take care of Rachel. I'll make sure everything is destroyed. I'll go back to the old building and check to see if Mackey is still there. If he is...I'll get rid of the body. I'll be careful. I'll make this right, Angela. I promise, I will. The plane tickets are in the car...Under the visor. We can go whenever you're ready. I'm sorry. Believe me, Angela. I am."

  "No one will prevent me from taking my son out of here," Angela says, separating from Ned a second time. "No one, Ned."

  Backing away from Ned, Angela nods her head. The man beside Ned turns in his direction, weapon drawn. Ned's eyes widen. He holds up both hands in a gesture of surrender.

  "No. What? What the hell are you doing, Chris? Hey, Angela. I said it would never happen again."

  "And you were right," Angela laughs, licking her lips suggestively.

  Chris offers Ned a snide grin and levels his gun at his former pal's chest. Angela tosses her hair over one shoulder and whirls away from the terrified hostage taker.

  "Goodbye, Ned!"

  Angela's face transforms into an evil smirk as Chris pulls the trigger. Ned's body hits the floor just as the hack doctor hands Jamie Junior back to Angela.