Say A Little Prayer

The baby was surprisingly still asleep.....Sepia sat on the surface of our kitchen table in her white terry cloth bathrobe....I was kissing her deeply and passionately.....

"Ummmm, don't mess up my hair Kevin...I paid Bernadette a fortune yesterday to get it like this."she said in between kisses....

"I'll do my best not to.."I said....

I opened her bathrobe....Like me, she had nothing on under it...I softly caressed and then kissed her breasts and then kissed them, kissed in between them and then kissed her neck....her ears...her cheeks and finally her lips..her soft lips...

She softly held and fondled my now massively erect penis...I was slowly losing my mind...

"Ouuuuuu baby, I don't want to do this in the kitchen on the table....." she said...

I allowed her to lead me into the living room and on our couch, where I gently parted her legs and entered her right there on the couch....

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuu....Ummmmmmmmmmmm.." she moaned as we began making sweet love in our living room....As our child got older , our time for doing this would be far and few in between, but I was determined to enjoy this as much as I could and right now...I was enjoying it...

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu lover...you feel sooo goood.ouuuuuuuuuuuuu..." she moaned as we made a permanent impression in the couch...

"Ohhhhhhhhh...Ohhhh lord..."I moaned as I continued to move in and out of Sepia's luscious body...

We made sweet love for close to two hours....before we climaxed together, holding each other for dear life...

"Ohhhh...Oh my God Kevin." she moaned...

''Wow..that was something else.." I said...getting up and pulling my bathrobe over me..

Sepia looked at herself in the mirror...

"You didn't mess up my hair too bad either..." she said smiling as she headed upstairs to check on the baby.

As I was about to walk out the door, Sepia came running down the stairs...She was wearing a sexy black slip...I turned and smiled at her...

"Be careful out there baby." she said.

''I'm always careful..."I said.

"I know..but  I'm always afraid that one of these days you're not going to be so careful or lucky and you won't be back." said Sepia...

''I'll always come home to you baby and our daughter." I said.

"I always say a little prayer for you." she said and smiled...

I kissed her forehead and hugged her...

"Always....Say a little prayer for me baby." I said as I walked out the door.

II-

This seemed like a routine assignment...The kind of sting I had done myself more times than I cared to count...

I had done a work up on my subject...The dead man who I would be impersonating...Donnie Clayton...He was born in Brooklyn...Did a stint in a Juvenile Detention Center....Dropped out of High School or was rather kicked out in the 11th grade...Listed as incorrigable...Had a conviction for burglary and one for armed robbery....both juvenile offenses...Received his G.E.D. while in prison....Moved to Philadelphia where he sold drugs for various crews before seemingly moving up....Was the cell mate of my old enemy, Bob "Big Butt" Thornton...and was paroled about two years ago...

He had seemingly dropped off the grid...I checked his financials....This guy was surprisingly a multi-millionaire now...He had an account in the Caymen Islands...and was driving a very expensive Italian Car at the time of his death and living in a fancy Condo here in Philly....

I know that a courier or mule didn't make that kind of money....No....This guy was into something much bigger, much deeper...Something people were willing to pay him a lot of dough for...But my problem was, The DEA didn't seem to know and they had been shadowing these two guys....Pink and Charlie Green for awhile...

Carol Redding had let me look at their extensive files...Alan "Pink" Pinkston had no police record...He was a Philadelphian...Had a degree from Howard in Business Administration...Had a masters in Public Administration...Also from Howard..Had a J.D. from Penn in Law and had passed the Bar exam....He was a very successful man who owned one of the premiere hot spots in Philly...A nightclub called simply "Contacts"...Where the hip and successful drank and danced and hooked up... The DEA believed that he used his club to launder money...The huge profits he was making from his real business..Importing Heroin and selling to the local dealers...

Pink was seen at his club mostly....At a booth with a slew of fine ladies usually..If he conducted business...DEA wiretaps never picked it up... Charlie Green on the other hand had a lengthy criminal record and a fearsome reputation on the street...The DEA had photos of him meeting with drug suspects in neighborhood restaurants..steak and hoagie shops, playgrounds and the like...He dressed immaculately...but he had none of his bosses sophistication...He was a soldier...

He held court in a gym....several people came in and passed him envelopes filled with cash...His fearsome bodyguard and driver known  as "Trigger" drove around, paying people off and making deliveries....

"Trigger's" real name was Aaron Alspice....a clear cut psychopath...A suspect in at least three murders...Three open murders right here in Philadelphia....Surprisingly, a high school graduate with one year of college...A short stint in the military....Dis-honorably discharged....One conviction...Assault with intent to kill...Served two years, paroled...Also a known prison associate of Bob "Big Butt " Thornton...

''We got eyes on Trigger...This guy, Pink...Runs a tight operation...Tightest I've seen....Trigger may be the one who leads us to his warehouse or wherever his stash is...We want you to meet up with Charlie Green." she said.

"I got a text from him...The meet is tomorrow...Noon at the Marriott in town ."I said.

"Good...Go in..Find out what they want...Get them to talking about delivery and pick up...We'll have guys on you." said Carol.

''Sissy and her guys aren't helping you with this?"I asked.

"No...This is not in their jurisdiction...They work murders...This is a federal thing...but I know what you mean..I could use their help." she sighed. "They helped me immensely with the McCracken Case and with the Malinga case earlier...." she said.

''Well maybe I can help you bring this one home."I said.

"I hope so....Be careful Kevin...I'll have agents watching at all times." she said.

I nodded..

She surprisingly hugged me...She smelled great and like Sissy, her body was soft and round ...The kind you didn't ever want to let go of...

"Be Easy, you hear? And thank you so much for doing this for me." she said.

III-

The next day I was at the Federal Building at 5:00 in the morning...I was briefed and wired by the DEA...The wire they were using was the same type that Peeping Tom used..very high grade and sophisticated...They taped it in a place where no Hetero-sexual man would feel comfortable looking...And it was so sophisticated that it would resist any electronic sweeping device...

 

"You can thank your friend, Sharon Ferrell-Hopkins of the FBI for that wire Kevin?" said Carol..

"Oh yeah?" I said laughing..

''She has a friend in Homeland Security..He passed this on to us...It's the very best.."said Carol..

"We'll soon find out."I said.

IV-

I went to the Marriot and got on the elevator I was told to get on....I expected to see Charlie Green on the elevator...but instead...There was a tall thin Black man dressed like a hotel employee...I recognized him from the DEA Surveilance photo....It was Aaron "Trigger" Alspice, Charlie Green's driver and bag man...

The door closed....The Elevator went up...He turned and pulled out a .44 magnum with a silencer...Just like Kool Kat's...This was a set up!!! I sure Wished Kool Kat was here now...

"Whoa Buddy, What is this??" I said.

He stopped the elevator...

''Quiet.." he said.

He searched me and took my .45 and my back up piece...My .40 off of me...He patted me down and took my last gun, my .22 ,which I had in my ankle holster...Now I was helpless...He patted me down for my wire...but naturally he didn't find it...Then he pulled out a device...A scrambler....Now we'd see how good this wire was!

It was good because he didn't detect anything....

He got on his phone...

"Charlie...He's clean." he said...He put my guns in a plastic bag.

"Can I have my guns back now?" I said.

"No." he said.

The elevator door opened...We were on the roof....

A Helicopter touched down...

Trigger put his gun to my head..

''Move" he said.

"Hey where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll find out soon enough." he said.

I did as I was told...

"You know Big Butt Thornton told us you was a tough guy...You seem like a punk to me." said Trigger.

"If you didn't have that big gun on me...I'd show you who was a punk." I said.

"Yeah? I should warn you...I used to box.." he said.

"I've heard that line before." I laughed..

He stuck the gun in my back...

"Just move tough guy." he said.

I got in the Helicopter..Trigger sat next to me...He smelled bad..

"Hey man..Did you bathe today?" I asked.

"Shut up." he said..

A real cute guy!

There was one guy in the front, flying the copter...

We took off!  There was no way for Carol's agents to follow me...I'm sure none of them expected me to leave via rooftop Helicopter....I was now...On my own! I just hoped they could track me through  this wire's signals...

This was not what I expected...All of a sudden my routine meeting and sting had turned into something else altogether...I had made contact...Only...Not the way I expected! I needed that little prayer Sepia said she prayed for me.

(TO BE CONTINUED)