New York.
3:30 a.m.
After a busy night of filming, the cast and crew wrapped up and Adele, the star of the show, quickly left the theater to get some rest.
But instead of taking her assistant's car back to her hotel or home like the rest of the cast, she headed into the alley.
The alleys are so dark in the early hours of the morning that even adult males in the Times Square neighborhood don't dare to enter them alone for fear of running into a homeless person or a mugger, which makes the alleys quiet and a perfect place to avoid being seen and heard.
Many celebrities are bright and colorful, at least on the surface is bright and beautiful dazzling, and in private, or easy and grounded, or as always big and proud, Adele is always exquisite and beautiful persona.
Even in the private meeting lover time, Adele is still style, hair is looks careless hand tied up, but actually carefully organized messy bud head, neck wearing a collarbone chain, face wearing a black mask, looks like going to participate in the masquerade.
She was wearing a black dress, the waist of the skirt was black ribbon outlined a touch of very thin arc, the skirt is pleated skirt type, layers and layers to cover the thicker thighs, the slim calves complete exposure.
Shoes are black high-heeled shoes, the height of the sole of about seven or eight centimeters, most of the feet are lifted up, there are a few crystals from the ring around the ankle laces hanging down on the back of the white feet.
This is a set of exquisite and beautiful dress, even if the media secretly photographed Adele private meeting lover, but can not capture a trace of ugly and woe, only photographed the flavor of the dress.
For Adele, the scandal of being ugly and messy is much more serious than the scandal of having a lover.
She was walking down an alley, talking on the phone.
What was a dark alley was now a red carpet, and Adele was doing a catwalk, which made her body sway and her skirt look like a rose in full bloom in the darkness.
The screen light of the cell phone is the only light next to this flower, illuminating her delicate chin.
I don't know what was said on the other side of the phone, she laughed, with a little bit of pout, "Really miss me? It's only been a day."
"You don't want to..."
Ms. Black Rose's tone with some deep meaning, "I don't want to see you in this kind of alley, otherwise, every time I take a shortcut into the alley in the future, I will think of you this asshole."
"You don't have to come and get me, it's not a good idea, no one will enter the alley."
"Baby, I look forward to your candlelight dinner prepared in the hotel Oh, and remember to prepare a few more boxes..."
She laughed softly and hung up the phone.
The alley was darkened again.
Ms. Black Rose walked a little further, circled into another alley, and saw a vague figure of a person ahead.
It was the figure of a man, who looked like he should be in his prime, standing at the entrance of the alley, and because of the backlighting, the figure was emphasized and at the same time, one could not see his costume and appearance.
He was looking at Ms. Black Rose.
Ms. Black Rose's footsteps slowed down, but soon, she laughed again, her voice was very low, so low that the timbre was a little blurred, "I said don't come to pick me up."
"Why don't you say something, want to scare me? At least until the end of the shooting, no one will pass by here at night, except for me, except for."
She walked a few steps away from the shadow, and got a good look at its attire: a suit.
So although she couldn't see the face clearly, her tone relaxed, a pouting tone towards her lover, and her hand lifted, gently resting her index finger against the figure's chest, slowly biting out a somewhat evocative byte, "You..."
She smiled.
The dark figure moved and lifted her hand to take Ms. Black Rose's, clasping her wrist with ease, her middle finger touching her thumb, "Such delicate hands, Adele."
Ms. Black Rose was stunned.
Her just-relaxed body tensed, "You, you're not..."
The dark figure moved forward a little, a few moments away from the most backlit area, and its appearance became clearer in Ms. Black Rose's vision: it was a face that looked to be in his late thirties, a rugged face with deep eyes and eyebrows, probably quite handsome in his youth, so even if he didn't take care of it he was still somewhat good looking, a typical white male, and he grinned, "You're not." she said.
He grinned, "Remember me, baby?"
"I've liked you for a long time, I've been interested in you since you were a waitress at the pizza parlor, you were so innocent then, what happened now?"
"I thought," the dark shadow's tone cooled, "I thought you were different from the other cousins, but lo and behold, what did I find?"
"You actually tried to have a go at it with the others in the alley, you,"
Ms. Black Rose looked stunned.
Her mask was half-faced, covering only her forehead to her nose, her mouth was exposed, and now it was open with some consternation, and her body cringed, her shoulders rising upward, her back retreating, and her unclasped hand going back, looking like she wanted to run away immediately, "You, you-"
Suddenly, there was the disorganized sound of footsteps approaching outside, as well as aggressive yelling and kicking and punching, sounding like a street robbery or a fight amongst the homeless.
The dark figure glanced out and dragged Ms. Black Rose by the hand into the alley, where he pinned her against the wall and easily covered her mouth with his hand.
Outside the alley, the sounds of footsteps and fighting grew closer.
The dark figure said nothing, no threat, no favor, he stared coldly at Ms. Black Rose, who was panicked by the gag, as if he was looking at a dead person.
There was a stifled silence in the alley, but outside it was more riotous, and one of the tramps was kicked into the alley, and the dark shadows tensed up.
But the hobo didn't hit them, got up and rushed out again, as if he hadn't noticed anything.
The shadow relaxed again.
He looked once more at the struggling Lady Black Rose, who was trying to make a sound, and smiled coldly.
The smile only lasted for two seconds before another homeless man was kicked in, followed by several others, who were punching and kicking near the entrance of the alley, not noticing anything in the alley for the time being, the shadow turned his head to look over, frowning with impatience.
But due to the fact that one hand was clutching Ms. Black Rose's hand, one hand was covering Ms. Black Rose's mouth, and there was no hand to touch the gun in his pocket, he could only frown for a few seconds before turning his head to look at Ms. Black Rose once again, wanting to hold her hostage and retreat into a deeper place without moving.
But when he turned his head, before he saw the mask on Ms. Black Rose's face clearly, he felt a coolness on his forehead.
The coolness of metal.
The coolness from the muzzle of the gun.
At some point, Ms. Black Rose had stopped struggling, and had fished out a gun from her layered skirt, and in the few seconds that shadow was distracted, she raised the gun and aimed it at the shadow's forehead.
At the same time, those few vagabonds who were punching and kicking each other rushed over and overpowered the shadow, some of them touched the gun from the shadow's pocket, some of them covered the shadow's mouth at the first time, some of them forcibly broke his hands at the first time, and some of them cuffed the handcuffs at once.
Ms. Black Rose's gun was very stable, still firmly pressed against the shadow's forehead.
She took off her mask and pulled off her hood, her tone was so cold that it almost fell off: "The FBI is handling the case, come with us," and introduced herself, "The FBI is handling the case, come with us," and introduced herself, "The FBI is handling the case, come with us," and introduced herself.
She introduced herself, "Jodie Starling."