Monday, February 19, 2018
Here Today, Murdered Tomorrow
"Wow...Somebody didn't want him talking to us..."said Duke..
"Yeah but who? Who even knew we were on to him?" he asked...
"One shot to the forehead...probably killed him instantly and one to the chest ,right over the heart to make sure.." she said..
"It smells like bleach....We may not find any prints or DNA on this gun...." he said somberly...
He passed it to a uniformed officer to bag and tag...
CSI people were snapping photos and going over the office for prints and DNA...
"Can I release the body?" she asked.
"Yes....Go ahead..." said Lt. Sissy Van Buren...
"Boss Lady...Somebody used a device to knock the hallway cameras off....To block their signal for 30 minutes..."said Carlotta...
but it's and hour before our murder could have taken place...Look who it is.."said Jimmy...
"Hey is that Jay -Z, Reasonable Doubt?" he asked..
"Yeah....You know that?" asked the young cabbie..
"Classic Hip Hop...I was in college when that came out..."said Martin Decker..
"That's what's up..." said the cabbie..
"Now that's music man.... Is that Coltrane?" he asked..
"Yeah man...You know it..."said the bartender...
"I love Jazz...Shame all you hear on the radio is Hip Hop." he said.
"I know right?" said the Bartender...
"Thank you for coming ADA Wallace...I have some information for you on some Insider trading and money laundering..." said Martin Decker..
''Who? Who is doing this?" I asked..
He opened a briefcase and showed me..documents that showed sales of purchases of three apartment complexes....
''He sold Three Apartment complexes...So What?" I said.
"Look at the dates of purchase and then look at the dates of sale...ADA Wallace...you don't flip a property that fast unless you're laundering money and he's laundering a lot of money for someone you and your people might be interested in...A certain Detroit underworld figure named Samuel Woolery...known on the streets as
BIG UNCLE!" he said.
Now he had my attention....
"He's laundering money for Big Uncle? You can prove this?" I said.
''Ohh yeah...these properties are only the tip of the ice berg...I've got more..Documents that prove he and Big Uncle are involved in a lucrative Insider Trading deal...making millions between them....Look Big Uncle gets a cut of all of the gambling, prostitution...fencing, stick ups, and drug money to be made in Detroit , but he's not on the streets anymore..He lives outside Detroit in a gated community...He's on the boards of several businesses...He gives to area charities..He appears to be legit...He's taken his enterprises up a notch...I've got the goods that could make a great case.." said Martin Decker...
"Noooooooooooooooo..I Know that...I'm talking about Phillip Harris..you could get him!" said Martin Decker..
"Why? Why are you telling me all this?" I asked.
''Because Phillip Harris has something I want...Something I've wanted for a long time that he has kept from me...and I mean to have it." said Martin Decker.
''And what is that?" I asked.
"It's personal...Meet me tomorrow night at Northeast Airport..My helicopter is there..It'll take you to my condo outside of Camden, I'll turn over files to you that will prove my case..." he said.
"I can't meet you tomorrow...I have an important meeting with the District Attorney and The Mayor."I said.
''Well send someone..that foxy Lieutenant Sissy Van Buren.." he said, smiling..
"You know I hate to miss out on all this good stuff..."I said..
I smiled and watched her as she walked away....God she was smoking hot ,I thought to myself..Nearly five years of marriage and I was still enamored with her....
Carlotta met Martin Decker in a small bar near Northeast Airport....
Upon seeing her , he perked up and was all smiles..
"MY MY MY.....You don't look like ADA Wallace.." he joked..
"My My Myyy....you are beautiful if you don't mind me saying so...ADA Wallace is a very lucky man, myyyyyyy gooodnesss..." he said...practically salivatng over Carlotta..
"You said you had some files for him?" asked Carlotta...
"Yes....I don't have them on me...They're at my condo in South Jersey..." he said..
"Your condo in South Jersey?" said Carlotta..
"Yes...We are going by Helicopter...My pilot should be here soon...I'll give you the files and bring you back..." he said..
"Why so cloak and dagger?" asked Carlotta.
"I love your thick accent....and you smell soooooo good.." he said..
"You didn't answer my question.." said Carlotta.
"This is of such a sensitive nature that I could be killed...This is no joke here.." he said.
"Taste this...Tell me how you like it.." he said.
The body of Phillip Harris was wheeled out of his office...
''A few...To him...Nobody else.."said Carlotta...
(TO BE CONTINUED)