The End of Edgardo Perez

*NSFW*

“Party’s back there,” the guard said, unsmiling.

“But I have to pee.” Leigh stumbled for effect, adjusting her top so it left little to the imagination. “There’s a line. Come on!”

The man studied her for a few moments before looking away. “Down on the left. Come right back.”

“Thank you,” she cooed, quickly moving past him.

Bingo, Leigh thought, searching several paintings lining the halls. One featured a naked Native American woman riding a horse. She smiled, remembering Guero’s comment to her earlier about hiding her weapon behind a “tasteful” painting. He wasn’t just all cock and money; he had a sense of humor. It would take them far.

She slipped her hands under the heavy frame, fingers connecting with cold metal. Moving quickly, she removed the gun from behind the painting.

“Thank you, baby,” she whispered, studying the doors that lined the hallway, walking toward the one with light beneath it.

Tucking one hand behind her, Leigh walked up to the door, pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked. Pushing it open, she peered inside.

Perez sat behind an oversized desk, located a few feet from the doorway. He was not an attractive man, with squashed features and a greasy complexion. With multiple flat screens positioned around him, the eerie glow projected a bluish light on the occupant. The televisions offered a live stream of the revelry. It was clear the young gangster had grown quite paranoid—and with good reason. Once you clawed your way to the top, it was equally hard to stay there.

Leigh held the gun behind her, advancing slowly on the carpeted floor. She was almost on top of him before he looked up.

“There’s no one allowed in here,” he said, looking more annoyed than anything else.

Leigh had thus far evaded identification in their dealings, but she knew there was a timeline for her line of work. There were whispers that a young woman, an American, was in the pay of the government, wreaking havoc for those in the Cancun underworld. If he didn’t identify her now, perhaps he would later, after she was dead.

“Sorry, I was just looking for the bathroom,” Leigh replied, taking a firm grip on the weapon.

He paused, looking up at her intently. Suddenly, his face changed. He pushed back from the desk.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Leigh,” she said, pulling the gun in front of her.

Perez emitted a cry, making a move for the desk drawer before Leigh shot him neatly between the eyes. The silencer diminished the gunshot, but Leigh’s heart still pounded as the lifeless body fell onto the desk with a thud, blood pooling on the glass surface.

Turning, she ran out of the room. Skidding to a halt, she placed the gun back under the painting. Guero would have it discreetly removed after she left. Walking down the corridor, she passed the guard from before.

“Gracias,” she said, offering him a coy smile.

He gave her a curt nod in response.

So far, so good, Leigh thought, walking directly to the front door. She moved past the Mayan pillars and into a crowd of pulsating people.

“Hey!”

The cry came from behind her. Leigh kept walking, hoping she hadn’t been spotted.

“Heyyyyy!”

The voice called louder this time.

Leigh could see Guero’s car just ahead—she was almost there. Just as she reached the metal detectors, one of the guards turned toward her. He moved forward, blocking her path. Leigh felt her body turn to ice as he gripped her firmly.

“Your friend wants you,” he said, gesturing behind her.

Leigh turned, watching the blonde she met at the party stumble forward. When she reached her, she grasped Leigh tightly. Leigh reeled back at the smell of alcohol on her breath, but the woman clung to her tightly.

“I thought you should know,” the woman whispered, her breath hot on Leigh’s neck. “You have blood on you, too.”

The girl ran her hand down Leigh’s forearm, smearing a trail of vivid red blood. Leigh felt her heart leap. Had she cut herself? Or did it come from Perez? She didn’t have time to think as the guards shifted, looking at the scene quizzically. Leigh needed a distraction. Gripping the blonde by her hair, Leigh kissed her forcefully, ignoring the catcalls from beside her.

That should distract them, she thought, drawing back from the languid kiss.

“Thanks,” Leigh said, pulling away from the embrace.

This time, she moved towards Guero’s car without hesitation. She felt a rush of adrenaline, knowing that only seconds remained before her final departure. As she drew closer to the vehicle, Guero opened the door, smiling from ear to ear.

“Are we bringing her home?” he asked.

“Not tonight,” Leigh said, wiping away the rest of the blood as she climbed inside.

Stealing a glance behind her, Leigh spotted the guards talking amiably with the girl. “Works every time,” she muttered.

Guero got into the car, squeezing her thigh tightly.

“Good job.”

“What can I say?” Leigh said, watching the blonde flirt with the guards as he pulled away. “Just another day at the office.”

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