Naked Frame by Robert Burton Robinson
Authors: Robert Burton Robinson
Tags: Suspense, Mystery & Detective, Crime, Deception, woman protagonist, murder mystery, mystery series, Betrayal, woman detective, whodunit, Texas—Fiction, framed for murder, dallas tx, texas authors
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your
brains out."
"Wiley!"
"I'm sorry. I meant make love to you. You
know that's what I meant, Baby."
"I know. I want that too. But we can't."
Wiley sighed.
"But you know what we can
do? "
"The Game?"
"Yeah, The Game. It turns me on like crazy,
Honey. Please play with me."
"Okay. Let me get it. I'm putting you on
speaker." He set his cell phone down on the coffee table.
After a few moments, she
said, "Wiley? Are you there?"
"I'm back."
"Good. I'm lying in bed. Let's play."
"Okay. I'm spinning."
"I'm already getting hot."
"Putting it against my head."
"I'm catching on fire, Honey. Keep
going."
"I'm pulling the trigger." The revolver
clicked.
"I'm almost there, Baby. When you spin, it
feels like you're licking me. Oh, God, don't stop!"
"I'm spinning again. Spinning.
Spinning."
"Oh, my, I'm gonna explode. Hurry! Pull the
trigger, Baby. Pull it!"
The hammer clicked on an empty chamber.
"Oh, oh, here it comes. Shit! Oh, Baby. I
can feel you in me. Oh, God!"
Wiley waited a few moments for her to
finish.
"Let's go again, Baby. You want to go
again?"
"Sure. But this time, how about I come over
there and do it for real?"
"Oh, wait. I'm sorry, Wiley. Somebody is
ringing the doorbell. I've got to go."
CHAPTER 25 - Tuesday, 7:38 p.m.
Melvin open the door to his apartment.
Megan walked in. It smelled like old people.
Or maybe it was the stacks of newspapers along the wall.
"Have a seat, Young Lady."
"Thanks." There was a couch, covered with a
worn and stained quilt. No way. She opted for the wooden rocker. At
least the wood looked relatively clean.
"You must be hungry. Let me see what I've
got in the fridge."
Megan imagined leftover turnip greens and
fried liver. "No, thanks. I'm fine. I had something at the
airport."
"How about something to drink? I've got a
can of Pepsi."
"Sure. That would be great."
He brought her the can.
She opened it and began to sip. "It's kinda
noisy here."
"What do you mean?"
"You know." She pointed to the window. "The
cars honking. People yelling."
"You get used to it."
She set her Pepsi on a coaster. "Where's the
bathroom?"
"At the end of the hall."
"Thanks." Megan got up and walked into the
hall, pulling her carry-on bag behind her. Out of the corner of her
eye, she noticed Melvin looking at her bag, shaking his head. He
probably thought a pink bag was silly.
She went into the bathroom, turned on the
light, and shut the door. After she had used the toilet and washed
her hands, she heard a knock at the apartment door. Megan put an
ear to the door and listened from inside the bathroom.
Someone burst into the apartment.
"Where is she?" said the man.
"Who?" said Melvin.
"You know who. Where is she, Old Man?"
Megan panicked. She knew it must be the
killer. The bathroom window wasn't very large, but she was sure she
could squeeze through it. She released the latch, and pulled the
window open. Megan knew the killer would find her bag in the
bathroom. But she hoped he wouldn't hurt Melvin for lying.
She climbed up on the counter, and went out
through the window, onto the fire escape. She had never stepped
foot on a fire escape before, and it scared her. Although, not as
much as the killer in Melvin's apartment.
She followed the stairs down as fast as she
could, and took the ladder to the sidewalk.
CHAPTER 26 - Tuesday, 7:49 p.m.
Calvin was under the hood of the GTO,
installing a radiator hose, when he heard someone open the side
door of his garage. "It's about time." He had been waiting all day
for his money.
"Really? You've been expecting me?"
Calvin stood up and turned around. Three
young Hispanic-looking men stared at him. Were they gang members or
just some kids looking for trouble? "Who are you?"
"My name is Larry. This is my brother,
Darryl. And this is my other brother, Darryl." He laughed. The
Darryls didn't crack a smile.
"Oh, I get it. The Bob Newhart Show."
"No, Man. Not the Bob Newhart Show. Just
the plain Newhart Show. The one
brains out."
"Wiley!"
"I'm sorry. I meant make love to you. You
know that's what I meant, Baby."
"I know. I want that too. But we can't."
Wiley sighed.
"But you know what we can
do? "
"The Game?"
"Yeah, The Game. It turns me on like crazy,
Honey. Please play with me."
"Okay. Let me get it. I'm putting you on
speaker." He set his cell phone down on the coffee table.
After a few moments, she
said, "Wiley? Are you there?"
"I'm back."
"Good. I'm lying in bed. Let's play."
"Okay. I'm spinning."
"I'm already getting hot."
"Putting it against my head."
"I'm catching on fire, Honey. Keep
going."
"I'm pulling the trigger." The revolver
clicked.
"I'm almost there, Baby. When you spin, it
feels like you're licking me. Oh, God, don't stop!"
"I'm spinning again. Spinning.
Spinning."
"Oh, my, I'm gonna explode. Hurry! Pull the
trigger, Baby. Pull it!"
The hammer clicked on an empty chamber.
"Oh, oh, here it comes. Shit! Oh, Baby. I
can feel you in me. Oh, God!"
Wiley waited a few moments for her to
finish.
"Let's go again, Baby. You want to go
again?"
"Sure. But this time, how about I come over
there and do it for real?"
"Oh, wait. I'm sorry, Wiley. Somebody is
ringing the doorbell. I've got to go."
CHAPTER 25 - Tuesday, 7:38 p.m.
Melvin open the door to his apartment.
Megan walked in. It smelled like old people.
Or maybe it was the stacks of newspapers along the wall.
"Have a seat, Young Lady."
"Thanks." There was a couch, covered with a
worn and stained quilt. No way. She opted for the wooden rocker. At
least the wood looked relatively clean.
"You must be hungry. Let me see what I've
got in the fridge."
Megan imagined leftover turnip greens and
fried liver. "No, thanks. I'm fine. I had something at the
airport."
"How about something to drink? I've got a
can of Pepsi."
"Sure. That would be great."
He brought her the can.
She opened it and began to sip. "It's kinda
noisy here."
"What do you mean?"
"You know." She pointed to the window. "The
cars honking. People yelling."
"You get used to it."
She set her Pepsi on a coaster. "Where's the
bathroom?"
"At the end of the hall."
"Thanks." Megan got up and walked into the
hall, pulling her carry-on bag behind her. Out of the corner of her
eye, she noticed Melvin looking at her bag, shaking his head. He
probably thought a pink bag was silly.
She went into the bathroom, turned on the
light, and shut the door. After she had used the toilet and washed
her hands, she heard a knock at the apartment door. Megan put an
ear to the door and listened from inside the bathroom.
Someone burst into the apartment.
"Where is she?" said the man.
"Who?" said Melvin.
"You know who. Where is she, Old Man?"
Megan panicked. She knew it must be the
killer. The bathroom window wasn't very large, but she was sure she
could squeeze through it. She released the latch, and pulled the
window open. Megan knew the killer would find her bag in the
bathroom. But she hoped he wouldn't hurt Melvin for lying.
She climbed up on the counter, and went out
through the window, onto the fire escape. She had never stepped
foot on a fire escape before, and it scared her. Although, not as
much as the killer in Melvin's apartment.
She followed the stairs down as fast as she
could, and took the ladder to the sidewalk.
CHAPTER 26 - Tuesday, 7:49 p.m.
Calvin was under the hood of the GTO,
installing a radiator hose, when he heard someone open the side
door of his garage. "It's about time." He had been waiting all day
for his money.
"Really? You've been expecting me?"
Calvin stood up and turned around. Three
young Hispanic-looking men stared at him. Were they gang members or
just some kids looking for trouble? "Who are you?"
"My name is Larry. This is my brother,
Darryl. And this is my other brother, Darryl." He laughed. The
Darryls didn't crack a smile.
"Oh, I get it. The Bob Newhart Show."
"No, Man. Not the Bob Newhart Show. Just
the plain Newhart Show. The one
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