The particulars were not discussed, but Shirley Kilroy knew that Ollie Campbell would be killed. He was not aware of her intentions to sue him because she had begged for her job back.
Filing the lawsuit would be the fall back plan if Quane’s plan for tonight did not work out. Ollie’s death was the only way it could end. Shirley began her shift by coming in two hours late for work. She stood at the time clock and punched her time card when Ollie approached her after doing her job, taking a customer’s dinner order.
“Where the hell have you been? You’re late!”
“Sorry Ollie. My car wouldn’t start. Had to wait for a jump.”
“Couldn’t you call and let me know?”
“I said I was sorry. If you forget about it I’ll make it up to you. I’ll let you give me a jump later, after closing.” She smiled and brushed her body against his as she walked to tend to customers.
She flirted with Ollie throughout the entire shift, and sealed his fate when he agreed to let her assist him in counting the day’s sales receipts which was something Ollie always did alone after the employees had left, and he had locked up for the night.
It would be an easy take. A robbery gone bad, and blamed on an innocent man. She and Quane would walk out with the sales receipts and the money from Ollie’s little gambling operation.
As long as there were no witnesses, that was all that mattered.
The other waitress on the shift, Sasha Meadows, always clocked out before Shirley. All Shirley had to do was make sure she unlocked the back door, and clocked out shortly after Sasha did.
She practiced in her mind her lines that she would say to the police, -- I don’t know what happened. I left a few minutes after Sasha clocked out.
She did not expect Ollie to put up such a fight. In an odd way, she thought that he was trying to impress her. But Quane quickly quieted his bravado. He used those powerful hands that were covered with surgical gloves that night on Ollie Campbell, throwing him around the diner's kitchen like a stuffed toy, bashing him against the counter tops then mopping the floor with him before grabbing a fist full of his shirt, and lifting his limp body off the floor. Then Shirley reached into her purse and pulled out the water glass that Quane had taken from the diner earlier that day. It was wrapped in a handkerchief. She used a meat mallet to break it just right. Quane then surgically pushed a shard of glass through Ollie’s carotid artery, being careful not to smudge the fingerprints on the glass left by Domingo.
Witnessing the violent attack had placed Shirley in an erotic trance. She was aroused by the raw brutality of the beating Quane had unleashed on Ollie. Seeing one man nearly beat the life out of another, and then finally take that life away without hesitation, had seduced her. As Ollie slumped onto the floor she had walked over to Quane, and pulled off the blood stained rubber gloves from his hands, and dropped them inside her purse. She had the combination to the cash safe, but that would have to wait a few minutes. She started to massage his groin while looking into his eyes. She unbuttoned and unzipped
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