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  Casey, Chain guardian extraordinaire, was in jail. For a sizeable plea bargain she had given up the location of various ‘articles’ to the police. When the police took possession of the cold case that housed certain ‘articles’ one detective promptly vomited on his partners shirt. Never before had they witnessed such a collection of human memorabilia. Demi’s hand. Denise’s ear. Sarah’s nipples. Those were the ones they had been advised off. You could add to that haul three sets of labia, one excised buttock, three toes of varying sizes, an eye, a tongue and what they could only guess was a clitoris.

  None of the parts had the same DNA. Casey only knew some of what was there, she had herself helped remove some of it.

  Files were copied from computers by the FBI. The Chain was in tatters. The papers were in a frenzy, ‘Hollywood Whores’, ‘LA Lesbian Cult Crackdown’, the Weekly World News ran a remarkable article called ‘LA vampire Lesbians’.

  When Rochelle had been well enough Karen had taken her back to her apartment. It was a bit of joke that they had one good arm between them, but Sky spent most of her time helping out, when Heidi wasn’t demanded sex that was.

  Karen had asked Sky just what the deal was between them now, Sky had answered with a wry smile, “I love the bitch”. That was good enough for Karen.

  Rochelle made a steady recovery. At times she got fitful and frustrated. Head trauma can do the most amazing damage to the bodies ability to function properly. Long after the casts came off her arms she would find at times she would just fall over. Her bodies centre of balance shifted irrevocably.

  They were passing time. The plan had been to leave LA and leave LA they would, after their services were no longer needed by the police.

  Eventually there had been a funeral for Sarah. Weeks after her death. They had taken great pains to make sure they had all the forensic evidence they needed from her to tie her to all the horrible things she was being accused of. Heidi was like a scalded cat before her trail began, the first case against her dismissed after her lawyer, (a man), had presented the photographic evidence of Sarah Steiger’s involvement. He made the prudent case that Sarah Steiger wasn’t there to answer for her crimes and had Heidi’s tit in a crack to take the fall. She’d been found guilty of manslaughter and released on her own recognizance pending further investigations into the Chain and Sarah Steiger.

  She did talk shows and pod casts. Her time come round at last. An erstwhile Jessie James, gunning down the bad guy and saving her friends.

  None of the people involved were ever going to be the same. You can’t kill someone or see someone killed and ever hope to be the same. But the spirit of the club they had once been part of, the spirit of the club before it got tainted, remained with them.

  Love your friends.

  And they did.

  Chapter 20

  Oh but it feels like years ago now! That endless day when all things narrowed down to a point. A point so finite it could have burst the bubble I was living in.

  It’s been just over 18 months give or take.

  There were trails and publicity. I had to do my own version of, ‘the whole truth and nothing but’, I knew in the end they would see what had really happened.

  I also knew that the ‘top ten’ past, present or ‘ever fucking future’ would want things to dry up and go away fairly bloody quickly. I was quite prepared to blab if I had to about the limo date I had seen one to them have if it would save my friends.

  Out of the people in the lot that day there was Casey, the ‘She-man’ of the Chain guardians, and Heidi who did some jail time. Heidi’s second trail, for the shooting of Sarah Steiger earned her an involuntary manslaughter stint. She did three months, they offset what she did against the fact the rest of us would have been dog meat had Sarah got back off the ground.

  I think she liked it. Gave her time to get a better agent and sort out the interview slots she was booked for. She’s been busy ever since. Last word via email was that she had been approached by a producer for the rights to her story so they could make a movie out of it. I don’t think she’s ever been happier. Heidi and Sky both. I miss them fiercely, but they chose to stay in LA. Can’t blame them. They dig the lifestyle and beaches, its in their veins. You know what’s in my veins? Ice-cream. With chocolate sauce on top.

  I learned what they had done to her breasts. I wonder if that wouldn’t make me a touch crazy. Then I remind myself she was a fucking self-obsessed loon already. Cutting her nipples off just gave her the excuse to go off on one that would have ended in us all being dead.

  I like Heidi, in the end we did some soul searching and between us sorted out how she was going to defend herself. She never said she was blameless and to her credit, she knew I respected her for that. Sometimes a bad deed is done, it can’t be changed or undone, but you can atone for it!

  I atone for a lot myself these days. I think of all the women I saw. All the tattoos. The sneers. I bet laser removal was raking it in for a while there in LA. Someone on the inside blabbed what they were for. I’ve never had one. In the end I got more than a tattoo.

  I got her.

  My angel.

  She sits out on the deck sometimes and just watches the sky shift and change. Colours the likes of which she has never seen before. The gulls soar and scream around her and she smiles. It’s all new to her. From the rain in the mornings sometimes to the tones of grey in the sky that warn of impending hailstones.

  She isn’t well enough to work yet. Its been hard for her, but I will stay by her side, the life she has now she gifts me with. I didn’t stay away, as I said I would!

  I never understood as much as she did you see. I just had the blood yammering rage that made me no different than Denise. I could so easily have ended that day in a box. Rosh too.

  We belong here now. Light years from LA. When I asked Rochelle where she wanted to go I told her I would take her anywhere, anywhere she wanted.

  When she said she wanted to live in the cheesiest tourist trap we had in Blighty I knew just the place.

  We’re happy people.

  And at night when the lights of the tower are lit I walk with her along the promenade, she tells me I’m a ‘fucking idiot’, that ‘its freezing’.

  But she’s always smiling when she says it.

  The end

  11-1-07

  Final word from the author

  I appreciate you taking the time to make this odd little journey with me and I am always appreciative of feedback.

  For those of you on the web, you can find me here http://www.amazon.co.uk/Jackie-Coupe/e/B0034P0YMM

  Please leave a review and share the love.

  I’ll see you next time, I hope.

  I don’t know if perhaps next time I might be wearing a different guise.

  But I’m sure you will recognise my evil all the same.

  Happy trails.

  Jackie Coupe

  January 20th 2007

  Released on Amazon 2014