Coming home – GS.


Following on from Tommy’s stop off at Madame Rose Li’s club.



The lift door drew open slowly to show a troubled looking Tommy. Already having tried Frank’s number a dozen times and having left countless messages, there was no answer. Rose’s words were now ringing in his ears that she had done something, but what? She wasn’t exactly forthcoming, and told him to just be the reporter and get the story himself. Tommy hated her games, and it was clear she was in control of it. If only Frank would answer. After his last stint of vanishing, Tommy was starting to get a feeling that Frank didn’t want to be found. Had he gone and done something stupid again?

Turning the corner, he stared down the hallway, only to then see Jay open his door and wave him over. Jay being one of his neighbors, and a good friend.

“Dude, where you been? Tamika has been up to your apartment a few times and then came knocking on my door looking for you.”

This news had Tommy face palm. Tamika. The girl with the insane crush. It was all he needed on top of the fact that Frank was not answering his phone. With all that had happened the past few days, and his new relationship with Elissa, Tamika was the last person on his mind. Jay stood waiting to see what Tommy had to say.

“I’ve been staying at….uhm..”

“You’re dating another girl? Woah man.”

“I was never dating Tamika.” The reporter groaned. “She was just a friend.”

At this, Jay let out a loud laugh. He knew Tamika was besotted with Tommy, but Tommy just didn’t have those sorts of feelings for her. In fact, the way he felt about Elissa was all very new to him. Totally out of character. Tommy, the man that never committed had more or less done that with Elissa. Sort of.

“Tommy, you gotta deal with Tamika if you are with a girl….like…really with a girl. I can see the future, man, and….girls like Tamika don’t take rejection well at all.”

Tommy leaned against the wall, and pulled out his phone. Again checking to see if Frank had messaged or tried to call. Still nothing. Jay leaned forward, and whispered. “You going to send her a text?”


“Whatever you do, don’t do it on social media. Do it in person. I seen this kinda shit turn ugly.” One thing about Jay, he knew when to lay it out there and thick. He was right of course. Tommy had no one to blame but himself. It was then that the sound of footfalls caused both men to look down the hall. It was Tamika.

“Tommy! Where have you been?”

Jay’s face was one of…~Here we go~ “Listen Tommy, I got something in the nuker. I gotta go.” He then promptly shut the door. Knowing him though, he would be listening at the other side of the door. Tommy was now in the firing line, as Tamika looked up at him expectantly.

“Tommy? I’ve been so worried.”

“Tam, listen. We….have to talk.”

He had that tone in his voice and Tamika looked puzzled by his words. “Can’t we do it in your apartment. i was going to fix you dinner.” Tommy tipped his head back and let out an exasperated sigh. “You can’t keep doing this, Tammy. I told you.”

Apparently Tamika was deaf and blind to what Tommy really wanted. He never considered them more than friends, as hard as Tamika tried to be in a relationship with him. Bringing his head down so he looked at her, he knew he had to come clean.

“Tam…I’ve met someone, and…I’m in love with her.”

There it was….the truth. Tamika just stood there as though she had been hit with the high beams. She let out a little laugh, and then smiled awkwardly. “What?”

“I’ve met a girl I want to spend the rest of my life with.” This was heavy. Really heavy news. Tommy didn’t know how else to say it. He didn’t want to hurt Tamika, but she never quite seemed to get it. And from the look on her face, she still wasn’t.

“You…met a girl?”


“Oh…” Tamika was heart broken, and she looked down at the shopping bags in her hands. Looked like she wouldn’t be cooking him dinner after all. Trying hard to keep her composure, Tamika reacted in a very strange way. Almost like she was happy for him. You just don’t trust a woman who smiles after telling them something this traumatic. Tamika blinked repeatedly, and took a backward step. “I have to go….now.”


Tommy frowned as he watched Tamika trying to retreat. He was half expecting her to slap him, or yell. She did neither of these things.

“Tammy….I’m sorry.” Words said a little late, as Tamika disappeared around the corner. The guy had just broken her heart. She reached the lift and was hiccuping sobs as she pressed the button to leave the floor. Looking back, she couldn’t see he was still standing there. The lift opened and she entered quietly.

Now left to his own devices, Tommy turned and headed to his apartment door. Waiting outside was a basket. It had been sent by Madame Rose Li. It contained flowers….red roses, chocolates and a bottle of champagne. The reporter wanted to pick it up and hurl it down the passage way.




The way to a man’s heart – GS



Tommy’s Apartment

Tommy wasn’t the kind of guy to just give any girl the key to his apartment, but then again, there wasn’t another girl in town like Tamika. She had this sly way of always getting what she wanted, and somehow she had wrangled Tommy’s spare key, much to his annoyance. Tommy was usually a very private individual. He hated the idea of being committed to anyone or anything. His life was his work and that was the way it had always been. Tonight being a perfect example. Getting in with the homeless to be his eyes and ears on the streets. They were like rats that scoured the worst neighborhoods, and usually knew more about what was going on in the underworld than anyone. A good reporter needed such informants and spies if he was going to make the front page of the New York times. How many politicians had he caught out that solicited the girls of the night? Oh, he had a few in his pocket now. But they were not the big news stories in his eyes. No, he preferred the strange and the unbelievable. Hell, he’d make a fortune for one of those sleazy tabloids that lived off such headlines as “My wife is an alien and gave birth to a six headed worm”.

Arriving on the floor of his apartment, Tommy stepped out of the lift and he could already hear the thumping music of his neighbor and friend Jay Wilcox. The guy was one of your typical anime loving cos player/gamer who had a thing for Naruto. No sooner had Tommy walked past his apartment, when Jay’s door shot open and the beat of the music was practically thudding through Tommy’s chest. The guy was dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a Naruto t shirt that was a bit small for his ample belly.

“TOMMY! Yo man. You up for some Call of Duty tonight?” The gamer asked with a beaming smile. “Got some Doritos….and beer.” Jay really liked Tommy’s company, in fact he liked ANYONE’S company, as he spent most of his days and nights in his apartment. Tommy checked his watch and grimaced. “Sorry Jay, I got Tamika cooking me dinner and…I’m late as it is. How about tomorrow night?” Tommy hated to burst the guy’s bubble, but he rather that than a tongue lashing from Tamika. Jay bobbed his head, since he had nothing planned for the next night….or the night after that.

“Sure man. I know I would hate to be late for Tamika. Girl gives me the evil eye when I show my face at your place.”Jay was right, Tamika hated anyone taking up Tommy’s time, when it could be her. Knowing that he was now even later than he promised, Tommy gave Jay a half wave before heading up the corridor to his own apartment, where he could hear Tamika already going off. The door flew open and she looked frazzled.

“You’re late.” Tamika said, with her hands on her hips, wearing his cooking apron. Tommy shrugged, then pushed past Tamika to gain entry to his own apartment. Jay could be heard from down the hall. “Cut him some slack, Tammy! The guy’s probably been held up at work.”

“More like chasing a ghost.” That said, she slammed the door, as Tommy was walking through his own apartment, and taking off his coat. “No need to be sarcastic Tamika. You know I do work late some nights.” Tamika’s eyes softened and she lowered her arms. How could she stay mad at him. He looked even more handsome when the had THAT face. She showed Tommy to the dining table and then went to get their meals. She’s cooked Fettuccine Mona lisa, which was a creamy pasta dish with chicken, bacon and tossed spinach with pine nuts. Tommy was already pouring himself a white wine when Tamika sat down at the table. She wasn’t his girlfriend, but she wished she was. Tommy offered her a glass of white wine, which she took graciously. Tamika worked in the Mayor’s office as assistant PA, to one of the Mayor’s leading staffers. In a way it was good for Tommy, cause he was able to get the inside scoop of the daily goings on in the top office of New York. That was, if Tamika felt like telling him. Tonight she was hoping for something more…romantic. She’d even gotten candles out and had them lit, with Enrique Iglesias playing on the ipod speakers. Talk about trying too hard. Tamika was dressed in a black silk off the shoulder dress, that was a little bit summery in Tommy’s mind, but he complimented her anyways.

“Food looks great, as do you, Tamika.” He raised a glass to her and the meal and she blushed fiercely. “Oh stop…you’re just saying that.” she fawned. Tommy shrugged and said in reply. “Okay…” Tamika sat bolt upright as though she took him at his word. “TOMMY!” The journo laughed and then took a bite from his meal. It was really good. Shaking her head, Tamika had to know why Tommy was late.

“Please tell me it was something at the office, and that you weren’t down THAT end of town again?” She was partially aware of what he got up to. Why it was hard not to when his office walls were lined with newspaper clippings, photographs of the unexplained and macabre.

“I can’t tell you.”


“Alright alright….I was stuck in traffic.” He lied, taking another sip of wine, before locking eyes on hers. “Scouts honor.”His cheeky smile always made her melt. She let out a sigh and then tried to reach for his hand, as his cell phone started to buzz.

“Xo….” he answered, pulling his hand away from Tamika’s.