The Arrest -11-

Thirty minutes before reaching Vegas, Gypsy realized one thing. She had nowhere to go once she got there, and whatever she chose needed to have enough privacy for her not to be recognized. The moment that Mary Kennedy entered Vegas, every rag magazine would take pictures and harassing why she was there. Settling on a Motel 6, she called ahead and made reservations under the name Jamie Smith. Hookers and druggies frequented those off the strip places. Not the place that you would find the Great Granddaughter of a dead President. She was sure of one thing, though. After tonight, she would be dead, or free. She was prepared for either of the two. Breathing was beginning to be an effort that she was tired of.

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The Arrest -9-

It was done. The book no longer in her hands. Gypsy could only hope that the person who now had it didn’t judge her for the contents. Sexual meetings listed in great detail stained the pages of that book. That was mild compared to the other contents. Mafia meetings, dates and times of hits that she was present at, and deals. Yes, drug deals, including who, what, and how. A lot of the players listed in the book could get you killed. A few of those contacts she had met with long after she added them to the pages. It’s nice to know the right people if you need a pound of coke, or the best black tar heroin. No, she didn’t use, but her clients respected the fact that she could obtain for them everything they wanted with a blowjob on top. Even at her age, Gypsy had the life history of someone twice her age.

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