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MORAL DILEMMA
By
REID JACKSON
PROLOGUE
Jack had taken a job as an associate detective with a reputable detective agency in San Francisco. After his injuries while on a secret mission for the Navy he quit and took his disability pension. He wouldn’t be content with a desk job.
During one of his assignments he became involved in a MORAL DILEMMA. This is that story.
CH. 1 THE UNHOLY PRIEST
He stalked the lady for two weeks. He was meticulous and methodical; and she was married without children. She resembled his whoring mother who had shamed and emasculated him. The world would be rid of such vermin. It would be the fourth victim in the cleansing. Today would be the climax of his psychotic thoughts.
She was structured and her activity was predictable. Her husband would be absent tonight; he was in a business meeting in Phoenix. The house was compromised with a bug he installed in their living room. The killer gathered information to fulfill the plan and his quest. He had placed the bug in the house earlier; it was dusk and he was ready.
It was a quiet estate situated on five lovely acres; the house was magnificently built in the colonial style with rock facade and landscaping accentuating the peaceful tranquility. The evening was perfect as he drove up the driveway to fulfill his destiny. The excitement was building as the distance to the house was diminishing. He was dressed as a priest because the mission was blessed. He rang the door bell.
“Yes.” The intercom spoke.
“Is this Mrs. Templer?”
“Yes, how may I help you?” The intercom seemed impatient.
“Mrs. Clarisse Bergman sent me to visit you.”
“Oh, Clarisse sent you, certainly come in.” The door answered with a joyful buzz.
The deceitful predator entered. The name Clarisse was extracted from the bug and expedited his entrance. “Clarisse asked that I visit you.”
“For what reason?” Robin had no idea why Clarisse sent a priest.
“She wanted you to have a gift.”
“That dear girl, what gift would she give me?”
“Heaven or hell!”
Robin froze at the remark and felt a deadly chill surge through her body. Something is terribly wrong here and I feel the evil. I need to do something, but what?
“Can I get you something to drink?”
He grinned, his eyes betraying her last moments. Robin sprang for the door but then two hands gripped her neck jerking her backwards while closing her air passageway. She kicked and squirmed but it was useless as her life drained from his deadly grip. I’m going to die, oh God, help me, I’m not alone, what is this feeling that now holds me? I see a glow that is soft and warm, that comforts me. I must go to that warmth that fills my heart. I see a vague figure standing with open arms, he’s majestic with love surrounding me, caressing me. Who is this creature waiting for me? Could it be?
She had a pleasant smile; her face seemed to glow as he stared. He cut off her wedding finger then left a message on her forehead in virulent red lipstick. WHORING BITCH!
ddd
The killer left the house as a car was coming in the driveway; a man exited the car and approached the priest.
“Hello father.”
“Good evening.”
“Is Mrs. Hardesty home?”
“Yes, can I be of help?”
“Would you give her this?” He was carrying a small portable cooler. He withdrew a .22 Rugar six shot and aimed it at the killer priest.
“You’ve performed your last rites”
“Wha---“`Pop` The bullet left a telltale hole in the middle of the forehead. The startled priest fell; he had strangled his last victim.
ddd
Detective Sampson was talking with the CSI investigator.
“This is weird.”
“No shit.” The CSI investigator agreed.
“The Unholy Priest committing his fourth killing then being shot as he was leaving.”
“Damnest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Detective Sampson was stymied at the double killing. The killer of the serial killer was perplexing. He had to know when, where, and the exact time of the serial killers and the
strangulation of Mrs. Robin Hardesty.
CH. 2 FAST JACK
He was moving along smoothly as the wheels clicked over the separations in the sidewalk- tic-tic-tic. Jack was a striking figure in his wheelchair. The caps just below his knees added to his total look of mystic and curiosity. His upper body was muscular with his arms betraying his strength. He had a square jaw and was an attractive man topped with pure blonde hair cut short. Judging from his arm length he would be six feet two and weigh two hundred and twenty pounds if he still had all of his legs.
The two gang members had been watching Jack for a few minutes; they noticed he was dressed as if he might have a bit of cash. Both were dressed in ganger type outfits and had the usual tattoos denoting their gang affiliation. This was going to be easy, they thought, as they walked up to Jack.
“Hey man, you get around in dat wheelchair man.”
Jack didn’t respond but just kept tic-tic-tic. “Hey man, I’s yakin at ya.”
“Fuck off, punks.” Snapped Jack”
The two gangers looked at each other and grinned. “Hey bro we need some cash.”
Jack stopped his wheelchair and looked up at the two punks, “You boys better get home before you get hurt.”
“Youse a smart mouth muther for a dickhead.”
Then the larger of the two reached out to grab Jack with his left hand and his right hand produced a six inch switchblade. Jack was faster than Muhammad Ali thrusting a jab. He caught the punk’s left hand and twisted it back and down with his strength and rammed his fist into the punk’s face knocking him flat on his ass. The other Punk froze for a second at the speed of this homey in the wheelchair.
He then reached for his blade, but as he did Jack threw a three point Ninja star and stuck him in the forehead. The other one got off the ground bleeding from the mouth. The ganger pulled a gun from his hip, as his hand was swinging to get a shot, Jack thumped his elbow against his side, and a wrist gun strapped to his forearm snapped into Jack`s hand--- `kapow`. The wrist gun instantly stopped the assailant’s life forces and he dropped lifeless to the ground.
The quiet was deafening as Jack stared at the two on the ground. The blood coloring the black pavement, spilling the man’s life.
ddd
As the confrontation was happening a window watcher caught the action on a video camera. He was a video hobbyist who often would film the street from his apartment window. He happened to see the drama unfold and grabbed his camera off the window sill, and then he called 911 and the local TV station.
The SFPD had arrived talking to Jack and the video man.
“We reviewed the video that the witness took; you definitely acted in self defense.”
“Had no choice officer.”
“You have a permit to carry a gun?”
“Yes sir.”
Morning News-KJTV-(SAN FRANCISCO)
They ran the video revealing the assault.
“This is KJTVI speaking to Jack Frazzel who was attacked by two assailants which he dispatched with lighting speed and deft maneuvers from his wheelchair. Mr. Frazzel you must have had training to react as quickly as you did and you used a Ninja type devise to thwart one of the assailants. What kind of training do you have?”
“I’m an x-seal retired from the Navy.”
“It’s obvious the way you defended yourself. It was dangerous to take on two but you didn’t hesitate.”
“It was my training, I acted instinctively without thinking.”
“From the video it was evident they meant harm.”
“Yes, I had no choice.”
“As you can see, Jack Frazzel defended himself from certain harm. We are grateful for the witness who filmed this; this is Connie Brinks from KJTV from San Francisco.”
ddd
The interview closed, Ron Papasinsky was watching the telecast from his private detective office as he was finishing a case his agency had closed. That was impressive for a guy in a wheel chair; he was fast and methodical defending himself. I might have a job for him. Ron called Jack and Jack agreed to come by his detective agency. Angie his daughter asked when Jack was coming to the agency,
she was impressed watching the video.
By
REID JACKSON
PROLOGUE
Jack had taken a job as an associate detective with a reputable detective agency in San Francisco. After his injuries while on a secret mission for the Navy he quit and took his disability pension. He wouldn’t be content with a desk job.
During one of his assignments he became involved in a MORAL DILEMMA. This is that story.
CH. 1 THE UNHOLY PRIEST
He stalked the lady for two weeks. He was meticulous and methodical; and she was married without children. She resembled his whoring mother who had shamed and emasculated him. The world would be rid of such vermin. It would be the fourth victim in the cleansing. Today would be the climax of his psychotic thoughts.
She was structured and her activity was predictable. Her husband would be absent tonight; he was in a business meeting in Phoenix. The house was compromised with a bug he installed in their living room. The killer gathered information to fulfill the plan and his quest. He had placed the bug in the house earlier; it was dusk and he was ready.
It was a quiet estate situated on five lovely acres; the house was magnificently built in the colonial style with rock facade and landscaping accentuating the peaceful tranquility. The evening was perfect as he drove up the driveway to fulfill his destiny. The excitement was building as the distance to the house was diminishing. He was dressed as a priest because the mission was blessed. He rang the door bell.
“Yes.” The intercom spoke.
“Is this Mrs. Templer?”
“Yes, how may I help you?” The intercom seemed impatient.
“Mrs. Clarisse Bergman sent me to visit you.”
“Oh, Clarisse sent you, certainly come in.” The door answered with a joyful buzz.
The deceitful predator entered. The name Clarisse was extracted from the bug and expedited his entrance. “Clarisse asked that I visit you.”
“For what reason?” Robin had no idea why Clarisse sent a priest.
“She wanted you to have a gift.”
“That dear girl, what gift would she give me?”
“Heaven or hell!”
Robin froze at the remark and felt a deadly chill surge through her body. Something is terribly wrong here and I feel the evil. I need to do something, but what?
“Can I get you something to drink?”
He grinned, his eyes betraying her last moments. Robin sprang for the door but then two hands gripped her neck jerking her backwards while closing her air passageway. She kicked and squirmed but it was useless as her life drained from his deadly grip. I’m going to die, oh God, help me, I’m not alone, what is this feeling that now holds me? I see a glow that is soft and warm, that comforts me. I must go to that warmth that fills my heart. I see a vague figure standing with open arms, he’s majestic with love surrounding me, caressing me. Who is this creature waiting for me? Could it be?
She had a pleasant smile; her face seemed to glow as he stared. He cut off her wedding finger then left a message on her forehead in virulent red lipstick. WHORING BITCH!
ddd
The killer left the house as a car was coming in the driveway; a man exited the car and approached the priest.
“Hello father.”
“Good evening.”
“Is Mrs. Hardesty home?”
“Yes, can I be of help?”
“Would you give her this?” He was carrying a small portable cooler. He withdrew a .22 Rugar six shot and aimed it at the killer priest.
“You’ve performed your last rites”
“Wha---“`Pop` The bullet left a telltale hole in the middle of the forehead. The startled priest fell; he had strangled his last victim.
ddd
Detective Sampson was talking with the CSI investigator.
“This is weird.”
“No shit.” The CSI investigator agreed.
“The Unholy Priest committing his fourth killing then being shot as he was leaving.”
“Damnest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Detective Sampson was stymied at the double killing. The killer of the serial killer was perplexing. He had to know when, where, and the exact time of the serial killers and the
strangulation of Mrs. Robin Hardesty.
CH. 2 FAST JACK
He was moving along smoothly as the wheels clicked over the separations in the sidewalk- tic-tic-tic. Jack was a striking figure in his wheelchair. The caps just below his knees added to his total look of mystic and curiosity. His upper body was muscular with his arms betraying his strength. He had a square jaw and was an attractive man topped with pure blonde hair cut short. Judging from his arm length he would be six feet two and weigh two hundred and twenty pounds if he still had all of his legs.
The two gang members had been watching Jack for a few minutes; they noticed he was dressed as if he might have a bit of cash. Both were dressed in ganger type outfits and had the usual tattoos denoting their gang affiliation. This was going to be easy, they thought, as they walked up to Jack.
“Hey man, you get around in dat wheelchair man.”
Jack didn’t respond but just kept tic-tic-tic. “Hey man, I’s yakin at ya.”
“Fuck off, punks.” Snapped Jack”
The two gangers looked at each other and grinned. “Hey bro we need some cash.”
Jack stopped his wheelchair and looked up at the two punks, “You boys better get home before you get hurt.”
“Youse a smart mouth muther for a dickhead.”
Then the larger of the two reached out to grab Jack with his left hand and his right hand produced a six inch switchblade. Jack was faster than Muhammad Ali thrusting a jab. He caught the punk’s left hand and twisted it back and down with his strength and rammed his fist into the punk’s face knocking him flat on his ass. The other Punk froze for a second at the speed of this homey in the wheelchair.
He then reached for his blade, but as he did Jack threw a three point Ninja star and stuck him in the forehead. The other one got off the ground bleeding from the mouth. The ganger pulled a gun from his hip, as his hand was swinging to get a shot, Jack thumped his elbow against his side, and a wrist gun strapped to his forearm snapped into Jack`s hand--- `kapow`. The wrist gun instantly stopped the assailant’s life forces and he dropped lifeless to the ground.
The quiet was deafening as Jack stared at the two on the ground. The blood coloring the black pavement, spilling the man’s life.
ddd
As the confrontation was happening a window watcher caught the action on a video camera. He was a video hobbyist who often would film the street from his apartment window. He happened to see the drama unfold and grabbed his camera off the window sill, and then he called 911 and the local TV station.
The SFPD had arrived talking to Jack and the video man.
“We reviewed the video that the witness took; you definitely acted in self defense.”
“Had no choice officer.”
“You have a permit to carry a gun?”
“Yes sir.”
Morning News-KJTV-(SAN FRANCISCO)
They ran the video revealing the assault.
“This is KJTVI speaking to Jack Frazzel who was attacked by two assailants which he dispatched with lighting speed and deft maneuvers from his wheelchair. Mr. Frazzel you must have had training to react as quickly as you did and you used a Ninja type devise to thwart one of the assailants. What kind of training do you have?”
“I’m an x-seal retired from the Navy.”
“It’s obvious the way you defended yourself. It was dangerous to take on two but you didn’t hesitate.”
“It was my training, I acted instinctively without thinking.”
“From the video it was evident they meant harm.”
“Yes, I had no choice.”
“As you can see, Jack Frazzel defended himself from certain harm. We are grateful for the witness who filmed this; this is Connie Brinks from KJTV from San Francisco.”
ddd
The interview closed, Ron Papasinsky was watching the telecast from his private detective office as he was finishing a case his agency had closed. That was impressive for a guy in a wheel chair; he was fast and methodical defending himself. I might have a job for him. Ron called Jack and Jack agreed to come by his detective agency. Angie his daughter asked when Jack was coming to the agency,
she was impressed watching the video.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
THE RHYME MAN
THE RHYME MAN.
CHAPTER 1 THE FALL
Standing at the open door, fifteen thousand feet above earth, his knuckles white, gripping the sides of the exit, his heart rising in anticipation, he jumped into the sea of air.
“Wowserrr”, he yelled as he and the other divers jumped into the sea of blue.
The wind rushed past his face, like a bird above the earth turning and twisting. The view was breathtaking, I can fly! He said to himself as he soared. He felt free as they flipped; he flipped, did cartwheels, spun, and played tag with another diver. They did a sit fall like sitting in a chair, slowly straightening their legs to attain a flat position. With a movement of his hands and arms he would be in the swoop position, slowly turning like a huge fan.
Billy never tired of skydiving. The thrill charged his senses, and he was addicted to this sport. The adrenaline rush was always there as he sailed the blueness to earth. His parachute time was approaching. He grabbed the cord to his chute, ready float like a butterfly and complete another exciting dive. He shouted, “I`m a bird! I`m a plane! I`m a...” He pulled his chute cord but nothing happened. “...I`m fucked!” he shouted.
A small voice whispered in his ear, you`re going to die!
Billy fell at a terminal speed of 135 mph, as the wind hurried past his free fall. The fast approaching ground was replaced with visions and thoughts of his family, his childhood, his close friend Jeff, and his parents. It was as if he were in an I-Max Theatre, with his life flashing nanoseconds, on big screen, in high definition, surround sound, and cinemascope.
He thought of his family and their recent vacation to Jamaica and all the fun they had. He smiled as he remembered his wife screamed while snorkeling, as she stepped on a smooth clam and she thought it was a shark, when he ordered a fish dish at a seafood restaurant and the waiter bought whale eyeballs. He threw up at the sight of it, causing the kids to laugh hysterically. He thought of his close friend, Jeff, and the rhymes they shared, the birth of his firstborn. His last thoughts were of the incident that happened two days ago. The fall had been forgotten, then---BAMM. He met the earth up close and personal!
ddd
Evening News-WRLX- (Los Angeles)
“This just in,” said the anchorman. “A parachute accident happened today at the Get High Sky Diving School. Paramedics announced that Billy Arnold died in route to the Angel of Mercy Hospital. The USPA (The United States Parachute Association) determined the cause of the chute failure, the chute chords had been cut underneath the harness. It is alleged that the chute was tampered with. The authorities suspect murder.”
ddd
Two days earlier
Billy left the ATM and headed for a big poker game at the whiskey Tavern. An on-line gambling buddy gave him the location. He said the owner of the club loved to play, but you could read his face like a book and he couldn`t bluff worth a damn! He also warned him that Vinnie Lambardie was a mobster, and to be careful if he joined the game.
On arrival, Billy was escorted to a backroom where three players were getting ready to start. The room had a carpeted floor, tasteful furniture, and a fancy wet bar. The players were waiting for a fourth player.
“You Billy?” asked the man smoking a fat Havana, sipping on a Whiskey Old Fashion.
“Yeah he replied. “Randy said you ran a square here square deal here. I thought I`d play.”
The man laughed. “Randy can`t play worth shit! I`m Vinnie. Grab a chair and let`s get started,” he said as he shuffled. “Five card stud, straight up.”
Vinnie quickly introduced everyone. Chuck was the guy next to him and he was humongous! At the very least, he was two hundred and eighty pounds, covered with a layer of fat. He looked like an ex-lineman. Brian, the third player, was a movie stunt man. He exuded fitness and strength, talked endlessly about his last stunt, where he drove a corvette straight off a wharf onto the deck of a tugboat in a soon released film.
The game seesawed back and forth between Vinnie and Brian. They were even on money, both waiting for the right hand. Billy was down a few thousand and was getting discouraged. He and Chuck just donated.
The next hand Billy fanned his cards. “Shit!” he exclaimed, as he threw his cards on the table and stood. “I need to take a piss!” Then he left the room.
The game continued. The pot reached fifty thousand big ones. Vinnie was dealing and Brian was feeling his liquor and getting belligerent with the mobster.
“You greasy coxsucker, I saw you dealing from the bottom!” shouted Brian as he slammed his empty glass on the table.
Vinnie`s eyes turned a deep reddish black at the outburst. Chuck, his body guard, knew how violent his boss could get and slid his chair back and waited for the reaction he knew would follow. No one talked to Vinnie that way without consequences.
A moment later, Vinnie drew the Glock from under his jacket. Brian was quick to respond and grabbed his piece. Both reached their range at almost the same moment---POW. Vinnie`s draw was a split second- faster and the bullet hit Brian between the eyes. The other bullet lodged harmlessly in the ceiling.
“Fuck with me now, you asshole!” Vinnie said to the dead man.
Billy came out of the restroom just in time to witness the standoff. He sa w Brian`s head snap back, his body falling to the floor as it tumbled over the chair behind him. Billy was out the door without a moment`s hesitation. He felt his heart in his mouth as he ran out of the tavern and got into his car. He pushed the petal hard, leaving two tread marks on the pavement as testimonials to hi departure.
Chuck chased Billy through the tavern and knocked a drunken patron flat on his ass. He stood outside just in time to see to taillights rapidly diminish in size. He returned to the poker room.
“He got away boss.” Chuck was breathing fast due to the adrenaline.
“Shit! What was that bastard`s name?” Vinnie fumed.
“All I know is Billy and he skydives.”
Vinnie went to the bar and poured a whiskey, and threw it back. “Find out from Randy...Now!”
“I`ll take care of it boss.”
“And get rid of that piece of shit first!” Vinnie said coolly as he pointed to the dead stunt man.
After dumping the body, Chuck paid a visit to Randy, pretending that Billy had run off owing Vinnie fifty thousand. “Billy ran off and Vinnie needs to know his last name!”
“We met at an online poker site and I don`t know his full name. All I know is that he skydives at the Get High Sky Diving School.”
Billy got home and locked the door. His wife and kids were visiting her mother for the week, which was why he decided to play poker tonight. He walked to the chair and collapsed, his heart pounding was still pounding. His mind went into overdrive.
Should I call the police? No! He would have dumped the body by now. No evidence. Does he know my full name? No, I didn`t tell them. Did I tell them anything about me? I don`t remember!
If he came forward he would put his family in danger and that crime boss would come after him and his wife and kids. Besides in court it would be his word against mine.
“Chill Billy!” he said out loud to himself. “Nothing happened. You didn`t see anything! Mind your own business and just do your normal routine. You have a jump in a couple of days.”
He closed his eyes and mentally pictured himself free falling and it soothed him. He smiled as he thought: A nice relaxing jump. That`s what I need.
Vinnie, the owner, sat across from Billy. He was wiry with slick black hair, small in stature, smoking a fat Havana and sipping on a whiskey old fashion. The guy next to him was humongous, two hundred and eighty pounds, covered with a layer of fat; he looked like an ex-lineman. The third player was a movie stunt man, in shape and tall. He exuded fitness and strength. Vinnie was polite mentioning his friend, who told him about the weekly game. “Welcome, Randy, said you were gonna play.”
“Randy said you ran a square deal here, thought I would join you.” Billy said while eyeballing the players.
Vinnie introduced everyone, Chuck the huge one, Brian the stunt man, they were ready to deal. The game seesawed back and forth between Vinnie and Brian. Billy and Chuck just donated. Billy was getting discouraged, not a decent pot yet, but at least he hadn`t lost much. The two winners were battling it out; they were about even on money won. Both were waiting for the right hand. Billy folded and left the table for a restroom break
The blowout hand came as the pot reached fifty thousand big ones. Vinnie was dealing and Brian was three sheets to the wind, he was getting belligerent with Vinnie.
“You, greasy coxsucker, I saw you dealing from the bottom!”
Vinnie eyes turned a deep reddish black at the outburst. No one ever talked that way to Vinnie, the vilest mob boss in Los Angeles. Chuck, his body guard who knew how violent his boss could be, sat up straight waiting for the all hell to break loose. Quick tempered, he reacted quickly, drawing his Glock from under his jacket. Brian had quick reflexes, he grabbed his piece, they both reached their range at the same moment---`Pow`. A split second faster, Vinnie1s the bullet hit Brian between the eyes.
Billy just came out of the restroom to witness the standoff. Brian `s head snapped back with his body following, hitting the chair, dead as he finished his fall. Billy was near the door and fled as fast as he could pump his arms, his adrenaline pushing him out the tavern. He shoved the pedal hard peeling on the pavement leaving his two tread marks as testimonials. Chuck had chased him, two hundred and eighty pounds flying through the tavern knocking a drunken patron flat on his ass. He saw the two tail lights rapidly diminish in size.
Chuck returned to the scene of the crime, to check on his boss. Vinnie was talking to the dead stunt man, fuck with me now, you asshole. “He got away, boss.”
“What`s his name?”
“All I know is Billy.’
“Find out his name from Randy, now, he saw the shooting.”
Chuck left with a mission to take care of Billy. Chuck reached Randy but he couldn’t remember his last name. They always talked on the internet in a poker room chat room. Chuck remembered that he mentioned skydiving at the Get High Sky Diving School. Chuck focused on the school. There he found his target and Billy`s fate was set.
CHAPTER 1 THE FALL
Standing at the open door, fifteen thousand feet above earth, his knuckles white, gripping the sides of the exit, his heart rising in anticipation, he jumped into the sea of air.
“Wowserrr”, he yelled as he and the other divers jumped into the sea of blue.
The wind rushed past his face, like a bird above the earth turning and twisting. The view was breathtaking, I can fly! He said to himself as he soared. He felt free as they flipped; he flipped, did cartwheels, spun, and played tag with another diver. They did a sit fall like sitting in a chair, slowly straightening their legs to attain a flat position. With a movement of his hands and arms he would be in the swoop position, slowly turning like a huge fan.
Billy never tired of skydiving. The thrill charged his senses, and he was addicted to this sport. The adrenaline rush was always there as he sailed the blueness to earth. His parachute time was approaching. He grabbed the cord to his chute, ready float like a butterfly and complete another exciting dive. He shouted, “I`m a bird! I`m a plane! I`m a...” He pulled his chute cord but nothing happened. “...I`m fucked!” he shouted.
A small voice whispered in his ear, you`re going to die!
Billy fell at a terminal speed of 135 mph, as the wind hurried past his free fall. The fast approaching ground was replaced with visions and thoughts of his family, his childhood, his close friend Jeff, and his parents. It was as if he were in an I-Max Theatre, with his life flashing nanoseconds, on big screen, in high definition, surround sound, and cinemascope.
He thought of his family and their recent vacation to Jamaica and all the fun they had. He smiled as he remembered his wife screamed while snorkeling, as she stepped on a smooth clam and she thought it was a shark, when he ordered a fish dish at a seafood restaurant and the waiter bought whale eyeballs. He threw up at the sight of it, causing the kids to laugh hysterically. He thought of his close friend, Jeff, and the rhymes they shared, the birth of his firstborn. His last thoughts were of the incident that happened two days ago. The fall had been forgotten, then---BAMM. He met the earth up close and personal!
ddd
Evening News-WRLX- (Los Angeles)
“This just in,” said the anchorman. “A parachute accident happened today at the Get High Sky Diving School. Paramedics announced that Billy Arnold died in route to the Angel of Mercy Hospital. The USPA (The United States Parachute Association) determined the cause of the chute failure, the chute chords had been cut underneath the harness. It is alleged that the chute was tampered with. The authorities suspect murder.”
ddd
Two days earlier
Billy left the ATM and headed for a big poker game at the whiskey Tavern. An on-line gambling buddy gave him the location. He said the owner of the club loved to play, but you could read his face like a book and he couldn`t bluff worth a damn! He also warned him that Vinnie Lambardie was a mobster, and to be careful if he joined the game.
On arrival, Billy was escorted to a backroom where three players were getting ready to start. The room had a carpeted floor, tasteful furniture, and a fancy wet bar. The players were waiting for a fourth player.
“You Billy?” asked the man smoking a fat Havana, sipping on a Whiskey Old Fashion.
“Yeah he replied. “Randy said you ran a square here square deal here. I thought I`d play.”
The man laughed. “Randy can`t play worth shit! I`m Vinnie. Grab a chair and let`s get started,” he said as he shuffled. “Five card stud, straight up.”
Vinnie quickly introduced everyone. Chuck was the guy next to him and he was humongous! At the very least, he was two hundred and eighty pounds, covered with a layer of fat. He looked like an ex-lineman. Brian, the third player, was a movie stunt man. He exuded fitness and strength, talked endlessly about his last stunt, where he drove a corvette straight off a wharf onto the deck of a tugboat in a soon released film.
The game seesawed back and forth between Vinnie and Brian. They were even on money, both waiting for the right hand. Billy was down a few thousand and was getting discouraged. He and Chuck just donated.
The next hand Billy fanned his cards. “Shit!” he exclaimed, as he threw his cards on the table and stood. “I need to take a piss!” Then he left the room.
The game continued. The pot reached fifty thousand big ones. Vinnie was dealing and Brian was feeling his liquor and getting belligerent with the mobster.
“You greasy coxsucker, I saw you dealing from the bottom!” shouted Brian as he slammed his empty glass on the table.
Vinnie`s eyes turned a deep reddish black at the outburst. Chuck, his body guard, knew how violent his boss could get and slid his chair back and waited for the reaction he knew would follow. No one talked to Vinnie that way without consequences.
A moment later, Vinnie drew the Glock from under his jacket. Brian was quick to respond and grabbed his piece. Both reached their range at almost the same moment---POW. Vinnie`s draw was a split second- faster and the bullet hit Brian between the eyes. The other bullet lodged harmlessly in the ceiling.
“Fuck with me now, you asshole!” Vinnie said to the dead man.
Billy came out of the restroom just in time to witness the standoff. He sa w Brian`s head snap back, his body falling to the floor as it tumbled over the chair behind him. Billy was out the door without a moment`s hesitation. He felt his heart in his mouth as he ran out of the tavern and got into his car. He pushed the petal hard, leaving two tread marks on the pavement as testimonials to hi departure.
Chuck chased Billy through the tavern and knocked a drunken patron flat on his ass. He stood outside just in time to see to taillights rapidly diminish in size. He returned to the poker room.
“He got away boss.” Chuck was breathing fast due to the adrenaline.
“Shit! What was that bastard`s name?” Vinnie fumed.
“All I know is Billy and he skydives.”
Vinnie went to the bar and poured a whiskey, and threw it back. “Find out from Randy...Now!”
“I`ll take care of it boss.”
“And get rid of that piece of shit first!” Vinnie said coolly as he pointed to the dead stunt man.
After dumping the body, Chuck paid a visit to Randy, pretending that Billy had run off owing Vinnie fifty thousand. “Billy ran off and Vinnie needs to know his last name!”
“We met at an online poker site and I don`t know his full name. All I know is that he skydives at the Get High Sky Diving School.”
Billy got home and locked the door. His wife and kids were visiting her mother for the week, which was why he decided to play poker tonight. He walked to the chair and collapsed, his heart pounding was still pounding. His mind went into overdrive.
Should I call the police? No! He would have dumped the body by now. No evidence. Does he know my full name? No, I didn`t tell them. Did I tell them anything about me? I don`t remember!
If he came forward he would put his family in danger and that crime boss would come after him and his wife and kids. Besides in court it would be his word against mine.
“Chill Billy!” he said out loud to himself. “Nothing happened. You didn`t see anything! Mind your own business and just do your normal routine. You have a jump in a couple of days.”
He closed his eyes and mentally pictured himself free falling and it soothed him. He smiled as he thought: A nice relaxing jump. That`s what I need.
Vinnie, the owner, sat across from Billy. He was wiry with slick black hair, small in stature, smoking a fat Havana and sipping on a whiskey old fashion. The guy next to him was humongous, two hundred and eighty pounds, covered with a layer of fat; he looked like an ex-lineman. The third player was a movie stunt man, in shape and tall. He exuded fitness and strength. Vinnie was polite mentioning his friend, who told him about the weekly game. “Welcome, Randy, said you were gonna play.”
“Randy said you ran a square deal here, thought I would join you.” Billy said while eyeballing the players.
Vinnie introduced everyone, Chuck the huge one, Brian the stunt man, they were ready to deal. The game seesawed back and forth between Vinnie and Brian. Billy and Chuck just donated. Billy was getting discouraged, not a decent pot yet, but at least he hadn`t lost much. The two winners were battling it out; they were about even on money won. Both were waiting for the right hand. Billy folded and left the table for a restroom break
The blowout hand came as the pot reached fifty thousand big ones. Vinnie was dealing and Brian was three sheets to the wind, he was getting belligerent with Vinnie.
“You, greasy coxsucker, I saw you dealing from the bottom!”
Vinnie eyes turned a deep reddish black at the outburst. No one ever talked that way to Vinnie, the vilest mob boss in Los Angeles. Chuck, his body guard who knew how violent his boss could be, sat up straight waiting for the all hell to break loose. Quick tempered, he reacted quickly, drawing his Glock from under his jacket. Brian had quick reflexes, he grabbed his piece, they both reached their range at the same moment---`Pow`. A split second faster, Vinnie1s the bullet hit Brian between the eyes.
Billy just came out of the restroom to witness the standoff. Brian `s head snapped back with his body following, hitting the chair, dead as he finished his fall. Billy was near the door and fled as fast as he could pump his arms, his adrenaline pushing him out the tavern. He shoved the pedal hard peeling on the pavement leaving his two tread marks as testimonials. Chuck had chased him, two hundred and eighty pounds flying through the tavern knocking a drunken patron flat on his ass. He saw the two tail lights rapidly diminish in size.
Chuck returned to the scene of the crime, to check on his boss. Vinnie was talking to the dead stunt man, fuck with me now, you asshole. “He got away, boss.”
“What`s his name?”
“All I know is Billy.’
“Find out his name from Randy, now, he saw the shooting.”
Chuck left with a mission to take care of Billy. Chuck reached Randy but he couldn’t remember his last name. They always talked on the internet in a poker room chat room. Chuck remembered that he mentioned skydiving at the Get High Sky Diving School. Chuck focused on the school. There he found his target and Billy`s fate was set.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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