It didn't take long for me to realize that I wasn't alone.. Four tough guys approached me..
"Hey..what are you doing out here?" asked one..
One guy smiled..
"He's pretty smart Lou."said the guy,,
"Yeah, too smart..." said the other guy...
"Let's show him what we do to smart guys.." said the other one..
I hated this...I should have brought Walter with me..
There was four of them...One of them got behind me...
He was a big hulking figure ..He had a garrotte around my neck and was squeezing hard....It was a tall white man with soul less eyes...an old time playa from back in the day...
He was strong as hell..He was squeezing the breath out of me and practically lifting me off of the ground...I took what strength I had left and kicked him in his groin as hard as I could...He grunted, but he loosened up his hold just enough for me to elbow him in his jaw, snapping his head back and sending him flying...
I didn't have the time to catch my breath before he was heading toward me....He, was silent, didn't waste a lot of time talking..I liked that.
I landed some good lefts and rights to his body, but he was equally good with his hands...he landed some good lefts and rights to mine...I countered and landed some lefts and rights to his face, but he equaled me with some well placed lefts and rights to mine...
What I had in my favor was that he was older and I could feel him getting winded...I cracked him hard in his jaw and saw blood trickle from his mouth...I cracked him again and saw the sweat fly off of his face...I hit him in his stomach and he bent down in obvious pain..I landed some more lefts and rights to his jaw which sent him into the wall...and down on the ground He went....He lay there for a minute...still conscious and breathing heavy...I was holding my neck and still gasping for air...
The second one lunged toward me...He had a knife and brass knuckles.. He lunged at me with the knife...I ducked and placed a well thrown kick to his jaw...he dropped the knife.. He swung at me with the brass knuckles...I used a nearby trashcan to block it...Breaking all of his fingers on that hand..He moaned in pain....
I hit him with several lefts and rights to his face until his face was a bloody mess and he fell to the ground....
The third guy was huge..bigger than me...He hit me first and knocked me down...
Like I said he was a huge , heavily muscled and bald headed white man who was about to stomp me....I grabbed his foot and twisted it and sent him falling to the ground.....I managed to get to my feet ,but I was in extreme pain....He charged at me..I crouched and I landed about 12 good lefts and rights to his face.....I caught him with an uppercut that damn near ripped his head off and then clocked him in his jaw and sent him flying.... He quickly got to his feet and charged me again...throwing haymakers...I dodged them all and ripped his midsection with well placed lefts and rights and then cold cocked him in his jaw, sending him spinning around...I attempted a swift kick to his solar plexus , but he caught my foot , twisted my leg and sent me flying to the ground again.....
He lifted me up by my neck and put his massive hands around my neck..I kicked him as hard as I could in his privates and he let me go...I again punished his midsection with 10-12 lefts and rights and then planted more lefts and rights to his face...He fell to the ground.....I thought I had time to catch my breath....but he was up again and charging at me...I picked up an old trash can that was sitting in the corner and smashed him over his head repeatedly..... and down he went with a crash.. he didn't get back up! In fact...his head was bleeding profusely! he was breathing heavily...... I grabbed his collar and pulled my .38 smokeless out and stuck it in his ribs...
I took his gun off of him...All of the fight was gone from him...
But there was a fourth guy....
He Punched me in the jaw.... I was stunned...He tried to throw another haymaker, but I blocked his second punch and landed a hard punch to his jaw...He swung wildly again..I blocked this punch and tore his mid section up with a series of lefts and rights...
He charged at me..I crouched and I landed about 12 good lefts and rights to his face.....I caught him with an uppercut that damn near ripped his head off and then clocked him in his jaw and sent him flying.... He quickly got to his feet and charged me again...throwing haymakers..Why do these big fat guys always throw haymakers??..They practically telegraph their punches and they leave themselves open?
His mouth and nose were bleeding profusely and his left eye was swollen shut.. I hit him with some nice lefts and rights to his face which was becoming unrecognizable.....He was wheezing and breathing heavy now..He swung again and missed me by a mile..I landed more lefts and rights with laser like precision....I had gotten my second wind now..
I dodged his wild swings and ripped his midsection with well placed lefts and rights and then cold cocked him in his jaw, sending him spinning around...I attempted a swift kick to his solar plexus , but he caught my foot , twisted my leg and sent me flying to the ground... I quickly got to my feet .I nailed him with several left and right jabs to his jaw...His head was going from side to side..
He wasn't in good shape either and was wheezing and blowing and my next punch sent him flying .
Before he could get up... A .357 magnum was placed at his temple.. I heard the click! HE DID TOO!
"It's all over for you Baby Blue.." came the familliar voice of Walter "Kool Kat" Jones, Kool Kat punched him one time and it was good night nurse..He collapsed like a sack of potatoes..
I looked and saw Bonnie...She had her .22 drawn....She wouldn't need it!
''Show off! You could have at least saved me one or two.." he said laughing that sinister grin..I was glad to see them both.....
II-
as well as Meth dealers.... These are some pretty tough guys....You did this by yourself? He said...Looking at the shape the four of them was in...
One had a broken hand, All of them had bloody ,swollen faces...busted lips...eyes nearly closed..
They took the van too... but I kept the case...
III-
We sat in Sam Mother's Diner the next morning..
They don't know who she was, but she paid them the remainder of their money...They gave her the jewels and they all went their separate ways.That's all we got." I said.
IV-
Stephen Bristol...a mover and a shaker with a somewhat shaky background...He was one of the wealthiest Black men in Philadelphia...He had made his fortune supposedly from playing the stock market...but the streets told a different story...He had a network of people who gave him information...inside information that he used to make just the right moves...Yes...It was insider trading...but he got out before the SEC or The FBI even knew his name..He got out with a pile of money...
He was also a notorious gambler ,who played in a number of high stakes card games and won a pile.....and he had his hand in every hip new thing that came down the pike... It was said that he had ties to the underworld...but if he did...It was never proven...He had no criminal record whatsoever....but it was known..He was not to be crossed...He was about my age...Tall, thin, brown skinned, well cut hair..manicured nails and was a sharp dresser...Wore tailor made suits, expensive shoes, expensive fresh smelling cologne and drove a mint colored Bently with his name monogramed on it...
"Whatever they want...It's on the house.." he said... "I figured I'd be seeing you sooner or later..Bonnie told me that you've been helping her.." he said..
A round of beers came our way....
He was dapper as usual..Great tailored suit..Nice fragrance..
"Kevin, I want those jewels back and safely stored...They are worth millions.." he said.
"I won the rights to them in a high stakes Poker Game...The Gambler, a man from Atlanta that I do business with gave them to me..." he said.
"This guy Acker, he with you?" I asked..
"They stole the diamonds off the plane...They said they were paid by an old white man with white hair...He paid them in advance in cash....He told them where to be...They arrived at the airport ,boarded the plane, stole the jewels and passed them to a young woman driving a new white Camry..she in turned paid them the balance and that was that." I said.
''Where are these guys now?" Stephen asked.
"They're in jail..Auto theft and sale and distribution of Meth..."I said.
"Well you've gotten closer than I thought..." he said.
He peeled off 50G's and passed it to me..
"Kevin, I want those diamonds found...do what you've got to do..But find them..." he said,
I now had a paying client..
I put 25G's in Kool Kat's pocket...
"Thank you Kevin...Excuse me....I've got a lady friend awaiting me..." he said and got up and left.."The Bartender has been instructed to give you and Walter whatever you want to drink and as long as you want to drink...It's on the house." he said.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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