#kc_necropolis

It is kind of offensive to a seasoned eye. Really, the art of extortion has truly sunk low these days.

Yet another thing to take offense at.

The rushed deal, for rushed it must be when Mrs. Emerson returns, is set more or less. And the evening is coming to a close.

William finishes his beer and closes his tab.

The Emersons head out.

And Emerson Stodgepole? Well...

William follows them out, observing.

Some rough looking characters walk by, possibly older members of an actual gang. Arrogance that comes with little lose has them joke about. S.T. tries not to look scared, but is. Mrs. Emerson just smiles... and... admires them a bit? perhaps it's not just fiction? The admiration is discrete. One would have to be a boggan to pick it up.

Yes. Easy to be fascinated by the bottle that says 'drink me', quite a bit harder after you're committed to your new wonderland... or terror

Naive thing perhaps, ah well. Revenge is on the menu, and boggans excell at menus. He has time to plan.

He motors home, to CC's house.

CC greets him with a long kiss.

"MMmmmM!" A surprised, pleased sound. "Well. Good evening."

"Good evening. Traggo was refreshing. I brought notes to verify I was good. They WANT me to go out tomorrow during the day, but I worried you'd miss me"

He laughs softly. "I admit, my bed was cold without you BUT.... if you wish to join them tomorrow, you should, of course."

"Won't you be bored?" She worries.

"No. No, I don't think so. If you have time and energy, I'd like your input, though."

"Well, I rather like Your input... " a wink "But go on."

He chuckles. "Let's get settled...." and soon they are on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, and he has given her notes on his travels and what he's learned today.

"Wait, you're going after S.T.?"

"That might be a bit strong. I'd like to provide him motivation to reconsider his actions."

"Fine by me. Honey I'm over it" She pats his hand, "Mostly."

"Yes, but I'm not. I'm a grudge-carrying, malicious bastard, remember?"

"I know, and if you want to play with him it's your choice"

"I know you were frustrated by a lack of nuns

"

He chuckles again. "Thank you, Dearest."

"Honestly, it's flattering in its way" A kiss on the cheek.

"My lust for your input and thoughts on the matter, or twisted chivalry that satisfies my own metaphorical blood lust?"

"Both really, I'm shallow. That said, he does need to be stopped one way or another. I've got a lot of sympathy for my peers in club management"

"You have no peers, in any field."

"Oh my, talk like that some more and I will FIND you a convent and set you loose"

"Only if you were to join me, for inspiration along the way. Now, on that note, what do you think is a fitting treat for Mr. Emerson here?"

"Mmm he seems to value wealth and status... destitution of one sort or another might work... he certainly needs to have the good name of Emerson ruined for him. " She ponders

"I picked up a few trinkets here and there. Body parts, the like. Shouldn't be any issue to wreck his life, the question is -how-... Hm." He reviews his notes.

"Well, from what you said his boss is angry enough to help you do it"

"Well, we could protect his current assets under his wife's name solely. repossess his car, but not hers. I suppose cocaine in his desk drawer would do the trick at work?"

"Maybe... crack would be better, a poor man's drug." pondering

"Mm. You don't think it too unbelievable?"

"I like poetry... it's an insult to his standing.. mmm maybe something meant to look like cocaine at first glance then prove to be crack? like he was fooled?"

An eyebrow. "What about an opioid?"

"Heroin, or something synthetic?"

"Opiads are in.. mm that would work"

He nods. "I'll come up with something. Let's see... money, car, career.... did I miss anything?"

"Mmm Mrs Emerson, what if she just used the money, even if it's under her name to bail him out?"

"Well that would be her prerogative, if she likes."

"Mmm... got a thing for bad boys, and low lives at least in fiction you say?"

He sighs. "Yes, but Dearest, I'm quite taxed at the moment, I couldn't possibly do the girl justice."