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Scarlet Rendezvous

... screaming." I kept the gun on her. "Come here. Sit down in this chair."

She settled down some. "What's going on, Chad? Why are you aiming a gun at me?"

"Sit down in the chair," I repeated.

"Are you having PTSD? Are you fucked up from the war?"

"Sit down. Now."

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"No. I just need to ask you some questions."

"Okay."

She sat down in the chair.

I put my Glock back in the holster behind my back. "Who's Sasha?" I asked again. "I don't want any more run around bullshit. This is very important. Who is he?"

"Why?"

"Because Karina got fucking kidnapped this afternoon, that's why."

"Karina got kidnapped? Karina Sarsgaard?"

"Yes."

"How do you know?"

"Because she's my daughter," I said. "And she called me hysterically crying on the phone. Yes, I came down here from New York to find her, not to invest in your company. There's some bad people after her, and apparently, they found her first. Or maybe there's more to it. Now who's Sasha? Please, Mandy. You have to come clean about this."

"Okay. Fine. I'm Sasha."

"What?" I pulled my gun back out, clicked off the safety. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Don't hurt me, please."

"I'm not going to hurt you. But I need you to stop fucking around with me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lie to you. There is no Sasha, I made him up. He doesn't exist. Sasha is my middle name. I'm the primary owner of Scarlet Rendezvous, the mysterious six-figure investor. I ...

... thought it would be better if a man owned the company, and not some ex-porn actress woman. So I created the Sasha persona. Only me and Carol know the truth. Everybody else thinks some eccentric Russian runs the show from behind the scenes. That's the truth, Chad. I swear on my brother's ashes."

"Why are you protecting him!" I shouted.

"I'm not."

"It's my daughter, don't you understand! They're going to kill her! They want their money back, for fuck sake! First they got Rick, and now they're coming for Karina! I can't let this happen again! I just can't!"

I started shaking violently. The room was spinning, the walls closing in. Things went in slow motion. I felt disconnected from reality, and couldn't breathe.

Then I collapsed on the floor and blacked out.

***

When I came to, Mandy was standing over me holding the Glock, pointing it at my head. The safety was still off. I was genuinely worried she might fire by mistake. She was nervous and slightly trembling.

"Is Karina really your daughter?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Did she really get kidnapped?"

"Yes. Can you not point that at me? You can still have the gun, but back up some. Put on the safety, at least."

"Fuck off," she said. "Tell me what's going on, Chad. Quickly. Before I call 911."

"Fine. My name's not Chad. It's Kyle. Kyle Sarsgaard. I'm sorry I lied to you. I came down here looking for Karina. She ran away six weeks ago. We used to be so close. We were best friends."

Mandy didn't say ...