Noir: A Crack in the Dike

The key, she took the key? When? How?

"Keep thinking Vincent," I paced the room. We were up here, then Fabrizio knocked. It was funny then...

Damn her! Fabrizio told me the registers were closed for the night. It _was_ late. God damn! How long were we in there? I went down to collect the cash receipts and brought them up.

She started cooing and writhing around when I returned. Wanting more, apologizing...

"Damn her!" I yelled and pounded the desk.

I put the cash in the box and locked it, but I didn't open the safe! I did not open the safe and put the box in the fucking safe! She got the key after we began to mess around again. I never checked the box again...

I started to panic. Mr. D and I had an _arrangement_, he gets 20% of the cash take each night. Now I don't have it, or the 80% for me!

That is why she is coming here tonight - to protect herself and screw me at the same time. Mr. D is sweet on her, she knows he comes every Friday night, I would never touch her here.