Always Look Behind Yourself

                 
Jimmy watched her leave her garden apartment. Her name was Carmella Consuelo. Jimmy confirmed her name by checking her mail box. Her mother must have been a poet to pick a name for her that flowed off the tongue so beautifully. 

Carmella was beautiful too, really nice to look at, dressing as she did in pencil skirts, showing off her fine figure and her alluring walk, like a gentle sway in a breeze.

He had been following her about New York City for three days now working out a time to get at her. She went to upscale stores and fine restaurants.  Every day she went to her bank. She did not go to an office nor any place one could call her work place.

This time, Jimmy watched her leave her apartment without following her. He had seen what he need to know of her. It was time for his next move.

Jimmy picked the lock to her apartment. 

It was easy. He chuckled, Carmella should complain to the building management about that. Not much security to protect a young and beautiful woman. Especially when someone might just be following her. 

Jimmy looked for her bedroom, the place where his experience taught him women kept their secrets. He stood at the door observing the bedroom. Girly. The walls were lavender with water color paintings of ballet dancers hung on them. 

Jimmy started with her closet.

Several gowns hung in there. A number of pencil skirts too. Jimmy touched a gown, the silk soft and cool. He took out one, a red sequined with low neckline, of course. He stepped over to her wall mirror holding the gown in front of himself. He smiled and twirled. Next he selected a skirt from the closet. It would be a mini skirt on him if he were to wear this one. He put back the clothes in their original place as much as he could.

Jimmy turned to her vanity in the corner. 

He was dazzled by the array of cosmetic jars, tubes and makeup brushes. He picked up a perfume bottle and sniffed. Light rose, really nice. On several occasion in the last three days, he followed her close enough to her to smell her perfume. She smelled so wonderful to him that he almost gave in to the temptation to reach out and touch her.

Jimmy walked to her bed.

The bedspread was white and a teddy bear was centered between two small purple pillows near the bedhead.  He sat on it and bounced up and down. A hard mattress for a soft woman. Jimmy laid out on the bed and closed his eyes, feeling her bed beneath him and dreaming of what he would have done to her if she were here.  After a time, he rose.

Jimmy moved on to her Chest-of-Drawers.

He opened the top drawer. Lingerie. He picked a floral bra, examining the label: Victoria’s Secret, 34D. He touched the matching thong, rubbing the material between his fingers, He picked up a blue bra reading the label. Humph, she loves Victoria’s Secret. He rubbed the lace on the bra, low quality and overpriced. Jimmy was not a fan of Victoria’s Secret. He replaced the lingerie and closed the drawer.

In the next drawer down were sweaters. He felt them, so soft. He passed his hand around in the drawer. Nothing but sweaters.

In the third drawer, the one filled with athletic clothing, he found a weapon, a Glock 22. Interesting. Will have to remember this.

The fourth drawer turned up hosiery. He imagined her in them. Such fine legs.

In the fifth drawer were folded tuxedos. Jimmy took out each one, five of them, and noted that they were all different sizes.

Jimmy opened the last drawer, the bottom drawer. More folded tuxedos. Jimmy counted three. He did not bother to check the sizes and closed the drawer.

He stood, gripped the chest of draws and shook it, venting his anger. So many men!.

Jimmy slipped out of the apartment as silently as he entered it, seen by no one.

A block away, he used his cell phone to call his office, “Captain, it’s Talbot. I checked out Carmella Consuelo. she's the one we're looking for. We've found the Black Tuxedo Killer.  I think we're going to need SWAT.”