The Doors of the Church are now open." said Pastor Struthers....Sepia
nudged me and I woke up...I didn't want to admit that I was
asleep..."Huh...I'm awake..what's goin on?" I said. Sepia smiled at me
and then pinched me hard...
"Ow..what's up..what are you doin?" I said.
"At least you can pretend like you was listening to the sermon Kevin." she said.
looked around...Cock Robbins was a few rows behind me with his wife,
Vanessa. He too looked as if he had just been pinched awake too..I
smiled to myself... Deacon Larry Weatherford was sitting in the row
behind Pastor Struthers snoring...much to his wife, Victoria's
She was sitting with us..and she couldn't wake her husband.
from Church this Sunday was Sean Jackson and his lady friend,
Sheila...They had just got back from South Carolina. They had been on
assignment covering a hot young trumpet player from Patterson, New
Jersey named Reed Nelson. Also missing was my man, "88". When he wasn't playing the Piano at Josie's Bar...He played the Organ here at church...He and Mabel Jenkins must have decided to stay an extra day....Can't say that I blamed him.
main person missing was head Deaconess,Ida Bell Jackson. In the entire
time I had gone to this church..Ida Bell Jackson had never missed a
Sunday... She was up in age and I surely hoped that she hadn't died. She
lived alone. It was said that her husband, long dead..had left her with
a sizable peice of change.
As Sepia and I were leaving church, Pastor John Struthers called me.
"Uh,er , Brother Kevin....could I have a minute of your time?" he said.
Sepia giggled- "He's probably gone get on you for falling asleep in the middle of his sermon" she laughed.
"Nah he aint...quiet about that." I said.
"Uh Brother Kevin...Have you seens Sistah Ida Bell Jackson this week? I noticed that she wasn't in chuuuch today." he said.
was amazed at how Pastor Struthers knew every single woman in the
church and knew when they weren't there. He made no mention about where
"88" , the church Organist was or Sean Jackson....but he knew Sister Ida Bell was missing.
"No Pastor...I haven't seen her this week." I said.
"Between me and you..I think somethin fishy is going on and I need your help in gettin to the bottom of things." He said.
"You...You uh need my help Pastor?" I asked.
knows that she's sittin on some money and ever since her husband, Jack
Daniels Jackson died...Every single man and widower in this chuuch been
tryin to park they shoes under her bed....Ah been kinda lookin out for
her....but I fear she has got in with someone that means her no good."
"Like who? " I asked.
"Mr. Willie " He said.
Willie?" I laughed...Mr. Willie was about 72 years old...a good eight
years older than Sister Ida Bell...A Dapper old man who acted like he
was 27.....but not what I would call dangerous.
"Kevin, she been takin up with him...but aint nobody heard from from her in days..She aint answered her phone, Her mail has been piling
up at her house... and people been calling here at the church lookin
for her..I'm serious..I got a bad feelin about this...really...I know
that you looks into things..and I would really appreciate it if you did
this favor for ole Rev.." he said.
I thought about it, then chuckled to myself and finnally said that I would.
told Sepia about it and she laughed and laughed , as did I...but I
agreed to look into it. Sepia wanted to get home and change her
clothes...One of my pleasures on Sunday was helping her out of her clothes after we got home. She
wasn't going. Sean was tired, probably cooling out with Sheila. I
couldn't find Clerow...So it looked as if I would have to go solo on
I drove by Miss Ida Bell's house.. The lights were off,
there was a week's worth of mail piled up at her door...Utility bills,
Magazines, Credit Card offers,Junk mail....The funny thing was...There
was an envelope from the Social Security people , that had been opened
and was lying there with the mail...Didn't have to mean anything ,but it
made me think.
So I drove by Mr. Willie's house. I peered in the
window and it appeared that the mystery was solved.. Ms. Ida Bell
Jackson was sitting there at the table, along with another woman. They
appeared to be just sitting there...but it didn't look like they were
moving. Just sitting at the dining room table.
From the upstairs window...I heard the bed squeaking and a lot of hollering and moaning.....
"OHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHH MISTER WILLIE....put it on me daddy.....Ouuuuuuuu."
"Ohhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhh come on now honey...now...now...now...now.give it to me..give it to meeeeee...ohhhhhhhhhhhh come on now...ummmmmmph"he groaned.
"Oh Mistah Willie....mmmmmmmph..ummmphhh...."
"Ah love it when ya call me Big Poppa...ouuuuuuu, weeeeee..."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh big poppa....put it onnnn meeeeee..ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." she screamed.
He couldn't be doing that much, I reasoned...or could he??? The man was 72 years old.
Willie????? A man his age... getting his swerve on??? Nah, it just
couldn't be....All this and he had two women sitting downstairs in his
living room???What Kind of Player was he?? He was putting all of us young guys to shame..
"Ohh mister Willie, lay that pipe...Lay it baby." came the female voice...
"Ohhhh...Ohhhh...here I come girl.....Here I come........"
I hated to stand outside his window and listen to him getting his thing on...but I couldn't believe what
I had just heard. I peeped in his living room window and the two women
were still just sitting there. Something about the way they were sitting
there kind of bothered me.
They weren't saying a word..weren't
moving...just sitting at the dining room table, while all that racket
was going on upstairs.. No player I knew was THAT good. Three women in
the house????, two sitting quietly as if waiting their turn, while you're
upstairs with another woman...Not in this life.
Something was as wrong as rain about this picture. I just couldn't put my finger on it.
I didn't have to disturb him...But I at least wanted to talk to Ms. Ida Bell Jackson. So I rang the bell.
Neither one of the ladies at the table moved. I rang the bell again. I
know they heard the bell because I could hear it through the door..but
neither one of them got up from the table. I was puzzled by that and the
fact that they were there and all that racket was still going on
The bed was still squeaking loudly and both he and whoever
was in that bed with him was having a great time..yelling and moaning
to the top of their lungs.
"Gurrrrl, what did you do to me? That was worth more than ten dollars..I'm gon give ya twenty... Sweet georgia brown, that there was some good lovin...Whooooooo.."
"Mr. Willie, someone's at the door honey."
"The door? ,Oh who in the hell can that be? It's a Sunday afternoon...for cryin out loud.." came his voice.
It took forever, but he finnally came to the door in his boxers and a bathrobe.
"Huh..uh Hello.....Oh it's you Kevin...What do you want?" He asked..
The minute that door opened, the smell liked to knocked me out....
"I really came around here to check on Ms. Ida Bell Jackson..could you bring her to the door?" I asked.
"No, I can't...I believe she's busy." He said.
"Busy???, She's sitting right there....Sister Jackson ?? " I yelled...but she didn't move... The smell was killing me...
"Hey man, you need to open the window or somethin...How can you stand this?" I said. There was no way he could ignore the smell.
young fella...you got a pretty young wife..yall just been to church I
reckon...Shouldn't you be home helpin her outta her clothes? I know I
would if I was you....Sistah Jackson is fine...Now as I know you have heard..I'm busy myself.. now I've got to go....goodbye." he said.
I put my foot in the door and wouldn't let him close it and I forced my way in...I knew what that smell was.... I walked over to Mrs. Jackson and tapped her on the shoulder, Her lifeless body fell to the floor...So did the body of the other woman.
I turned and looked at Mr. Willie....
"You Freak!" I said.
Lieutenant Sissy Van Buren put the cuffs on Mr. Willie and the coroner's
office toted out the bodies of Mrs. Ida Bell Jackson and the other
woman, Lula May Harkins. Both women had been poisoned and had signed their social security checks over to Mr. Willie. They had been missing for weeks.
The woman in the bedroom was a 34 year old Nurse and crack addict who Mr. Willie had paid twenty dollars to for her "services.."
Yall lockin up Mr. Willie...He was pretty good in bed for an old
man..." she said as she left the house. The fact that two dead women
were at the dining room table and the house smelled like
hell...obviously meant nothing to her.
"Well Kevin...I guess I
owe you one...once again...Who would have guessed that this seemingly
sweet old man was a serial killer." said Sissy.
"Yeah,who would have guessed??...." I said as I watched the Police Cars drive away.
The next day, I stopped by the church to talk to Pastor Struthers....
"Kevin, I wanna thank you for gettin to the bottom of that...I knew Mr. Willie was bad news..Deac and I both was suspicious of him the minute he come smellin around Ida Bell. So sorry she's gone."he said.
"Yeah, but Mr. Willie is behind bars where he won't hurt anybody else." I said.
"Well thank you so much Kevin..." He said.
are you on your way to Pastor?" I asked.....Then I saw her...the same
woman who had been at Mr. Willie's house...The nurse...the crack
Uh this poor child has been traumatized, what with Mr. Willie and the
two dead women right under her nose... I am going to give her some personal attention
in my chambers...Thanks again for your help Kevin..." said Pastor
Struthers as the young woman walked into his chambers and he closed the
door softly and locked it...
I just laughed to myself and shook
my head...I walked out of the church into the sunshine and headed on
down the avenue towards the diner!
(This is one of my favorite "Kevin" mysteries...Originally published on April 30,2009...Reprinted here with new illustrations.)
I am a native of Philadelphia PA, USA; attended Darby-Colwyn High School 1973-76; attended Shippensburg University and majored in Journalism 1976-81; charter member of Kappa Omega Chapter, Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity; served in US Air Force Reserves 1984-2006. I'm also a husband, father, and grandfather. My birthday is March 24th and my sun sign is Aries (The Ram). And, just so we're clear, let's establish from the door, Aries Rules! Okay?
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