Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Saving Face
ART: "Patriotic Tears" By Laurie Cooper Of course word got around that Lawrence Fontaine...Would be Heir apparent and nephew of the King, Wally O. Went into West Philly to avenge his Uncle's death and got beat down by two of his uncle's former protoge's...Most people couldn't believe that we had let him and his muscle live..but we had....Word floated around that His main man, the Jamaican, Dominic King...a hitman as fearsome as Malik Lockjohn, only without the insanity would be hunting. Contracts were out for Fathead Newton...Donald 'Smooth", Chris Thompson and of course, Me..
We suspended our card game...We told Donald Smooth to gather up all of the muscle that money could buy and be ready to raise holy hell at the sight of Lawrence Fontaine or Dominic King, a ruthless killer who unlike Lawrence was no punk. We wondered why Lawrence Fontaine was running the show and not Dominic.
Fathead made the first move...When Lawrence and two of his girlfriends emerged from a strip
club...A Black Ford 500 drove down the street and several shots were fired at him...he ran for all
he was worth and escaped down an alley.... The Next Day, Fathead was ambushed by three teenagers in white t-shirts,jeans and sneakers weilding Tech Nines..He miraculously escaped unharmed.
Early the next morning, three clubs that Lawrence Fontaine owned, mysteriously caught fire and burned to the ground... A few days later, two workers who were delivering a shipment for
Fathead were shot and killed.
A Week later...Lawrence was coming out of yet another strip club, when six guys wearing jeans
and t-shirts and sneakers emerged out of nowhere and opened fire on him..He once again ran for
all he was worth and escaped harm!
Two nights later...Fontaine's warehouse , where his main distribution was carried out , exploded!!!! and if this wasn't bad enough..A few factions that he had taken over from Loverman Jones who didn't exactly like the new boss decided to turn on him and align themselves with Fathead Newton....They shot and killed his represenatives in their neighborhoods and took back territory that once belonged to him. The war was getting ugly.
He had to save face...He called out his dog, Dominic and told him to have all of us in the morgue by the end of the week. Fathead, Donald Smooth and even Chris went to ground after hearing that..Chris begged me to take Rell and my son and leave town myself...but I couldn't do that. I did pack their things and drive them to Ocean City , Maryland to stay at my Aunt's house...but that was the short of it...
I returned to the city...I had to find my cousin....had to hear his side of the story.... I knew my cousin, Little Pistol and I knew that he had a habit of hiding in plain sight..When we were children and played hide and seek...He would always hide in the last place you would suspect him of being. In this case..it would be right in South Philadelphia..Right up under the nose of Lawrence Fontaine.
I risked my safety. I went to my friend Kevin Morris and told him my predicament. Kevin gave me a kevlar vest and a trauma plate...and he and his friend Clerow rode around with me
from bar to bar in South Philadelphia asking about Little Pistol's whereabouts...
"Chess, One thing I know....Somebody somewhere, always knows something." said Kevin.
"Aint dat da truth" seconded his boy,Clerow.
We finnally found someone who knew something after a week of searching and staying one step
ahead of Fathead's soldiers and Fontaine's soldiers and his nefarious hitman,Dominic King. We found a Prostitute willing to talk. She didn't want to talk anywhere in South Philadelphia...So Clerow picked her up in his car and she met with Kevin, Chris,Fathead,smooth and I on the rooftop of one of the apartment buildings I owned.
"Ohhh myyy,all these handsome men....You guys sure you don't want to do any business?" she cooed.
"I need to know where my cousin is." I asked.
"He's staying with Lawrence Fontaine's girlfriend....Chi-Chi. " she said.
"WHAT????" we all said in Unison.
"Yeah, that's a riot aint it? Lawrence is searching all over the city for him and he's right under his nose..at his girlfriend's house. He was doing her before Lawrence was and apparently he never stopped." she said.
"Can you give me an address?" I asked.
"Sure can...but uh what's in it for me?" she asked.
Fathead's guy passed her an envelope....she looked at it and her eyes grew large......
"Oh my God.......all this, just for telling you where Little Pistol is....sheeeeeeet...I can tell you where several of Lawrence's Lieutenants live and where his muscle lives and hangs out too!" she
laughed.
Chris walked over to me...
"What you gonna do Chess?"
"I'm gonna find him, hear his side of the story and give him money to get out of town..tell him to never come back." I said.
"You can't go in that lion's den by yourself....That hitter Dominic is on the loose...I hear he's a smarter version of Lockjohn.." said Chris.
"Oh Lockjohn light huh?" I said laughing....
"You got jokes at a time like this, huh? I'm going with you....In a matter of days ,we gonna have
Larry's entire operation shut down...but that cat,Dominic King aint no joke...He's killed about sixty people and that was in Jamaica.....He's got at least 10 bodies on him here in Philly...He's dangerous...he needs my kind of justice." said Chris.
"Nah...I got this..Aint you tryin to be a better man? I aint tryin to get you all tangled up in this..
let me handle it...if it gets heavy..I got your number...Please Chris..he's my cousin..This is my mess..Let me clean it up?" I said.
"I hear you and I understand...We all got them kind of relatives....I always liked Little Pistol..He talked a lot of mess..but he was just like you..had a lot of heart...would always back up your play.
I hope you find him before Dominic does, because if you don't....it's a done deal..Dominic is nothing but effecient....Take Kevin and his boy Clerow....He after all did stand tall and take down Lockjohn.." said Chris.
"Nah..they done enough..no need in getting too many more people involved in this." I said.
Chris embraced me and said quietly- "Be Easy Chess."
"Always" I said quietly, "Always that!"
The next afternoon...Just as it got dark....I found myself heading towards the block where Lawrence's girlfriend lived...The block was eerily quiet... Just as I got towards the house..I heard the familiar click of a gun and felt cold steel on the back of my neck!
"Hello Mr. Chess...At last we meet....You know, I've been slipping.....I haven't found your friend Chris or your friend Fathead yet, but I will...I don't expect you to tell me...but that's okay, I'll find them and they'll be just as dead as you're going to be in just minutes....Then I'm going to go inside and kill Mr. Pistol and Lawrence's cheating girlfriend..I'm sure he'll be most pleased."
said the voice with the thick Jamaican accent.....
It was Dominic King....and after all this time....My luck had finnally run out...He had found me.
(Conclusion Next......)
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Aint That A Kick in the Pants?
Wally O's funeral was a huge one...Politicians, Black ones anyway and their families and some of the most notorious and respected players in the game all showed up. Here was a man who had sold drugs...drugs that had poisoned our community under the guise of his legitimate Barber Shops,Pool Halls and Rec centers...a man so crooked that they would probably have to put his casket in the ground sideways..and here he was being lauded by the hoi poloi of the Black Community as though he was Ceasar or something. I had wished that my cousin hadn't killed him..but he had been unnecessarily cruel to him that night...Talking to him like that...
Lawrence Fontaine and his muscle came calling soon enough....They came in our diner where we
ate breakfast and surrounded Chris,Fathead and me.
"I heard that you guys know the coward that killed my uncle. I'm not here to negotiate..I want a
name and an address...It's as simple as that." he said.
"First off...we don't know if he killed your uncle or not. since none of us seen him once he left the
bar." I said.
"Ohhhhh, who is this?? I hear somethin, but I don't see nobody." he said. That was all I could take, I stood up and was about to lunge at him before Chris grabbed me.
"Hold up Larry....you done come a long way I know, but don't get too big for your britches..I knew you when." said Chris.
"Yeah, you did...but that was when..This is now...and I aint takin no guff from you or nobody else." he said.
The room got deathly quiet then....Nobody talked to Chris Thompson like that...Not when he was in the game and as he was to find out , not now.... Chris pulled out the longest gun I ever saw and cocked it...and aimed it at Lawrence Fontaine...I pulled out my pistol and put it to the throat of the nearest man to me and before his other guy could make a move...Donald Smooth put a pistol
to his temple...
"Larry...Who you think you talkin to? I remember when you used to shine my shoes and was glad to do it...back when I was your uncle's main man...remember?" said Chris, looking at him and smiling a sinister grin."
"The name is Lawrence man...Lawrence Fontaine..." he said weakly trying to get his composure.
'Your name is whatever I choose to call you right now..Larry!...Now take your little roadshow out of my diner and go on back to South Philly....We said we didn't know nothing about it and that's that..."said Chris.
"Man, you don't know who you flexin with...You know that card game you got...it's mine now...I was gonna take a peice of it anyway..but now...I'm takin the whole thing....and Fathead..you sittin there all quiet lookin like you gonna piss yourself...I'm givin you forty eight hours to find that little shit and get rid of him or by the end of the week, half of West Philly and Southwest Philly gonna be mine." he said.
Chris backhanded Lawrence and knocked him over the table..He tried to get up and I leveled him with a blow to the stomach and Chris and I stomped him for all he was worth.. His two henchmen were powerless to do anything...Donald Smooth had his gun trained on them both..
Chris dragged him to his feet and I kicked him square in his rear end...
Then Chris leaned into him and spoke where only he could hear it...
"I'm a Christian now boy...that's the only reason you gonna walk out of here alive...but if you ever disrespect me or my boy Chess again....I'm gonna have to put the good book down and beg
God to forgive me....you feel me LARRY???"
"Man, you in big trouble...this aint over...." he said , almost crying.... Chris brought the gun butt
down on his head and I punched him in his side and in his jaw and sent him sprawling through the door as the frightened patrons ran for cover...
Fathead looked at his three henchmen and snapped-
"If you guys is smart...you'll work for me now...."
All three guys readily agreed and left Lawrence, beaten and bloody on the pavement...He lay there for a few minutes, picked himself up, brushed himself off and then hailed a cab...The three
henchmen took the car they had come there in and took off...
Chris peered out the door...
"Oh by the way Larry....Nice suit!" He said and then came back in the diner. The four of us ordered a couple of tumblers of coffee and sat back down at the table as though nothing had happened.. We knew trouble was coming...but hey...we were in it now...what could we do?
(To Be Continued....)
Monday, September 7, 2009
Little Pistol
Everybody has a relative they'd just rather not be related to. Mine was Everette "Little Pistol" Nelson. We were the same age...born just a few days apart...but as different as night and day. My name is Chess and this is one of my stories.
One night, Chris Thompson , Fathead , Donald Smooth and I were sitting in Josies.. We had ordered several drinks and were sitting at our little table laughing and talking...Mostly, we were all releived that our friend Kevin had taken Malik Lockjohn out of our lives forever.
"I sure wished Kevin had called me that day he finnally took Lockjohn down...I would've loved to have been in on that....I wasn't scared of that punk neither.." said Donald Smooth ,who had helped Kevin take down at least two of Lockjohn's associates during the time Lockjohn was on the move.
"I heard he had old Sonny Templeton working for on him too." I said with a laugh.
"Damn, What rock did he come from under?" Laughed Chris... "He was an old school gangster..he was a legendary hitter when I was a young boy comin up...you remember him Fathead...When we were just touts....working for Wally O. "
"Yeah...Old Sonny Boy Templeton...went and got himself killed ,working with that fool,Malik Lockjohn." Said Fathead.
Malik Lockjohn's re-emergence into the Philadelphia scene had caused some dire changes.. For one...He had killed Loverman Jones and his entire crew...They were new players, young guns trying to make a little noise in South Philly...Too much noise for Papa Doc..an old player who had waited a long time to take control and to wear the crown.. Papa Doc had been the one to give the contract to Malik Lockjohn and bring the angel of death back on the streets.
One night, Chris Thompson , Fathead , Donald Smooth and I were sitting in Josies.. We had ordered several drinks and were sitting at our little table laughing and talking...Mostly, we were all releived that our friend Kevin had taken Malik Lockjohn out of our lives forever.
"I sure wished Kevin had called me that day he finnally took Lockjohn down...I would've loved to have been in on that....I wasn't scared of that punk neither.." said Donald Smooth ,who had helped Kevin take down at least two of Lockjohn's associates during the time Lockjohn was on the move.
"I heard he had old Sonny Templeton working for on him too." I said with a laugh.
"Damn, What rock did he come from under?" Laughed Chris... "He was an old school gangster..he was a legendary hitter when I was a young boy comin up...you remember him Fathead...When we were just touts....working for Wally O. "
"Yeah...Old Sonny Boy Templeton...went and got himself killed ,working with that fool,Malik Lockjohn." Said Fathead.
Malik Lockjohn's re-emergence into the Philadelphia scene had caused some dire changes.. For one...He had killed Loverman Jones and his entire crew...They were new players, young guns trying to make a little noise in South Philly...Too much noise for Papa Doc..an old player who had waited a long time to take control and to wear the crown.. Papa Doc had been the one to give the contract to Malik Lockjohn and bring the angel of death back on the streets.
Lockjohn effeciently wiped out Loverman Jones and everybody who stood with him.., but not before some of his leftover crew wiped out Papa Doc! In the fallout from all of that mayhem...The FBI and the police picked up everyone left over...leaving the streets and territory wide open for a new player. Enter Lawrence Fontaine...a nasty peice of work if ever there was one..
Working with a Jamaican named..Dominic King, He took over all of Loverman Jones's teritory and Papa Doc's.. he weilded more power than even Fathead Newton. We discussed all of that. Chris and I didn't envy Fathead one bit. We were glad to be out of the game. We did however worry about our floating card game and what we would do if Lawrence Fontaine decided to come west and want a peice.
'What do ya know...What do ya say Cousin?" came a voice. I turned around and there was my cousin..Everette "Little Pistol" Nelson.. He was dressed to the nines and had on a nice fragrance that I just had to get around to asking him about. He had been in jail the last I heard....So if he was out and dressing like this and the owner of that shiny Lexus sitting outside Josie's...with his initials engraved on it...then I knew that he was back in the game...a game I had never been apart of.
"What's up LP?" I said, as I hugged my cousin...
"Chess, you what's up? I hear you doin good for yourself...got a Masters degree, own properties
all over the city and just layin back...you even got a son....and it's all legit....Wow...I'm proud of you boyyyy.." he said as he patted me on the back.
"Is that Chris??, Chris Thompson??? Oh my godddd....look at you baby...I aint seen you since before I got knocked....what's upppppp???" said my cousin.
Chris laughed his toothy grin and embraced Little Pistol....'You look good son...you put on weight.. looks like the joint was good for you.." he laughed.
"Yeah man...I lifted weights, kept my nose clean...Hung with the Muslims and a number of guys from the west that was on my block...Nothing happened to me." said Little Pistol.
"So Chris...I heard you gave it all up, got out the game...that true?" he said.
"Yeah man...I made a lot of money...more than I can ever spend and I didn't go to jail and I didn't have no beefs the entire time I was in the game..I kept it quiet. You feel me?" said Chris.
"I hear ya kool...I'm doin it like you...I got a guy to spot me a few packages...I whole saled em and I quietly got myself established in South Philly...Cops don't know my name...People on the street don't know my name...only my associates...I keep it real low key. I sell to everybody."
"Isn't that Lawrence Fontaine's turf now?" asked Fathead.
"Yeah...but he buys from me too!...I know that sooner or later I'll have to move my operation somewhere else...but for now...He's just gettin started and buyin some of his stash from me."
said Little Pistol.
From a distance ,I heard Gus yell out-
'Oh Lawd...everybody hold on to their wallets...Wally O is in the house! Hahahahahaha...I thought you was dead old timer." laughed Gus as he slapped the old playa on the back.
"Nah Gus...I aint dead..just dead and re-tired..thas all..hahahahahahahahaha..." The two old men laughed and yucked it up...I had heard of Wally O. but Chris and Fathead and my cousin ,Little Pistol knew the man... He had started them all on their little merry way ,down the road to what my mother would call ruin. Chris and Fathead had been touts, then street dealers and eventually
Lieutenants in his organization when they were barely in High School...Both Chris and Fathead eventually moved up and earned their own franchises in his organization you might say and then eventually, they created worlds of their own.
My cousin on the other hand ,hated the man...had never graduated above low level street manager and had eventually broke with him and went his own way...which landed him in a federal pen for ten years.
The old man ordered gin and tonic on the rocks and came over to our table.....
'Lawd Jesus....Chris Thompson...is that you??? My number one student...You lookin good baby!!
and Fathead??? The new king of the West and Southwest...Man...I'm proud of you cats...I raised you from pups......and now look at you, Runnin the show..." he said.
I peered over at my volatile cousin...who was sipping a mojito and trying not to look the old man's way. The old man saw him.....
"Is that Little Pistol? Hahahahahaha...My gosh...I remember when you used to shine my shoes..
hahahahahahaha..." he laughed.
Little Pistol snarled at Wally O.
"That was a long time ago Old man...I don't shine nobody's shoes now...I'm a major playa now.."
"Major Playa? You? Bwahahahahahahahahahahahaha...You always did have more ego ,then sense of reality son....You aint no major nothin...You just a low level supplier...I keep up on what's goin on...My nephew is runnin things....and as soon as he finds himself a connect he can count on....You out a business in South Philly boss." said Wally O.
"Why you old Mother-" said Little Pistol as he went for one of his guns... Chris grabbed one arm and I grabbed the other arm.....
'Chill out cousin....He's just an old man...he's just jiving with you...come on...forget about it...
He's just having fun with you, let's just chill." I said.
'Yeah man......come on Wally O. ease up on him"said Chris Thompson.
"Hahahahahahahahaha...Okay...Okay,I'll ease up on him....Hey Little Pistol...go get your shoebox and shine my damn shoes..hahahahahahahahahahaha...Do they call you little pistol because of some other reason..bwahahahahahahahahaha..." laughed the Old man...
"That's it....you're a dead mother...."
"Heyyyy, Heyyyyy...shut your mouth....man...chill out...chill out ...." I said...
Chris ,Fathead and I grabbed Little Pistol and walked him outside of Josie's....
The Old man muttered-
"Little punk, always the hothead...hahahahahahahahahahahaha."
The next morning....I entered the diner and sat down to order a cup of coffee....Fathead, Donald
Smooth and Chris Thompson came and sat down with me at the table...Chris tapped me on the
shoulder.
"Hey man....where is your cousin?"
'Home I guess, sleeping off his hangover...I dropped him off at his hotel after we hustled him out of the bar last night." I said.
"And that's it? You aint heard from him since?" asked Fathead.
'No..I aint heard from him...what's up?" I asked...
Donald Smooth tossed a copy of the Philadelphia Daily News on the table.. The headlines read-
Wally O. Retired West Philadelphia Businessman and alleged Drug Kingpin shot
to death on small street, early this morning.. He was 78.
He had been shot eleven times at close range and a fish had been stuffed in his mouth.....
"Oh my god" I said.
'Oh My God is right Chess....Wally O, is a respected player man....and not only that...He's Lawrence Fontaine's Uncle...This can't be good." said Fathead.
For once...The big man was right!
(To Be Continued......)
'What do ya know...What do ya say Cousin?" came a voice. I turned around and there was my cousin..Everette "Little Pistol" Nelson.. He was dressed to the nines and had on a nice fragrance that I just had to get around to asking him about. He had been in jail the last I heard....So if he was out and dressing like this and the owner of that shiny Lexus sitting outside Josie's...with his initials engraved on it...then I knew that he was back in the game...a game I had never been apart of.
"What's up LP?" I said, as I hugged my cousin...
"Chess, you what's up? I hear you doin good for yourself...got a Masters degree, own properties
all over the city and just layin back...you even got a son....and it's all legit....Wow...I'm proud of you boyyyy.." he said as he patted me on the back.
"Is that Chris??, Chris Thompson??? Oh my godddd....look at you baby...I aint seen you since before I got knocked....what's upppppp???" said my cousin.
Chris laughed his toothy grin and embraced Little Pistol....'You look good son...you put on weight.. looks like the joint was good for you.." he laughed.
"Yeah man...I lifted weights, kept my nose clean...Hung with the Muslims and a number of guys from the west that was on my block...Nothing happened to me." said Little Pistol.
"So Chris...I heard you gave it all up, got out the game...that true?" he said.
"Yeah man...I made a lot of money...more than I can ever spend and I didn't go to jail and I didn't have no beefs the entire time I was in the game..I kept it quiet. You feel me?" said Chris.
"I hear ya kool...I'm doin it like you...I got a guy to spot me a few packages...I whole saled em and I quietly got myself established in South Philly...Cops don't know my name...People on the street don't know my name...only my associates...I keep it real low key. I sell to everybody."
"Isn't that Lawrence Fontaine's turf now?" asked Fathead.
"Yeah...but he buys from me too!...I know that sooner or later I'll have to move my operation somewhere else...but for now...He's just gettin started and buyin some of his stash from me."
said Little Pistol.
From a distance ,I heard Gus yell out-
'Oh Lawd...everybody hold on to their wallets...Wally O is in the house! Hahahahahaha...I thought you was dead old timer." laughed Gus as he slapped the old playa on the back.
"Nah Gus...I aint dead..just dead and re-tired..thas all..hahahahahahahahaha..." The two old men laughed and yucked it up...I had heard of Wally O. but Chris and Fathead and my cousin ,Little Pistol knew the man... He had started them all on their little merry way ,down the road to what my mother would call ruin. Chris and Fathead had been touts, then street dealers and eventually
Lieutenants in his organization when they were barely in High School...Both Chris and Fathead eventually moved up and earned their own franchises in his organization you might say and then eventually, they created worlds of their own.
My cousin on the other hand ,hated the man...had never graduated above low level street manager and had eventually broke with him and went his own way...which landed him in a federal pen for ten years.
The old man ordered gin and tonic on the rocks and came over to our table.....
'Lawd Jesus....Chris Thompson...is that you??? My number one student...You lookin good baby!!
and Fathead??? The new king of the West and Southwest...Man...I'm proud of you cats...I raised you from pups......and now look at you, Runnin the show..." he said.
I peered over at my volatile cousin...who was sipping a mojito and trying not to look the old man's way. The old man saw him.....
"Is that Little Pistol? Hahahahahaha...My gosh...I remember when you used to shine my shoes..
hahahahahahaha..." he laughed.
Little Pistol snarled at Wally O.
"That was a long time ago Old man...I don't shine nobody's shoes now...I'm a major playa now.."
"Major Playa? You? Bwahahahahahahahahahahahaha...You always did have more ego ,then sense of reality son....You aint no major nothin...You just a low level supplier...I keep up on what's goin on...My nephew is runnin things....and as soon as he finds himself a connect he can count on....You out a business in South Philly boss." said Wally O.
"Why you old Mother-" said Little Pistol as he went for one of his guns... Chris grabbed one arm and I grabbed the other arm.....
'Chill out cousin....He's just an old man...he's just jiving with you...come on...forget about it...
He's just having fun with you, let's just chill." I said.
'Yeah man......come on Wally O. ease up on him"said Chris Thompson.
"Hahahahahahahahaha...Okay...Okay,I'll ease up on him....Hey Little Pistol...go get your shoebox and shine my damn shoes..hahahahahahahahahahaha...Do they call you little pistol because of some other reason..bwahahahahahahahahaha..." laughed the Old man...
"That's it....you're a dead mother...."
"Heyyyy, Heyyyyy...shut your mouth....man...chill out...chill out ...." I said...
Chris ,Fathead and I grabbed Little Pistol and walked him outside of Josie's....
The Old man muttered-
"Little punk, always the hothead...hahahahahahahahahahahaha."
The next morning....I entered the diner and sat down to order a cup of coffee....Fathead, Donald
Smooth and Chris Thompson came and sat down with me at the table...Chris tapped me on the
shoulder.
"Hey man....where is your cousin?"
'Home I guess, sleeping off his hangover...I dropped him off at his hotel after we hustled him out of the bar last night." I said.
"And that's it? You aint heard from him since?" asked Fathead.
'No..I aint heard from him...what's up?" I asked...
Donald Smooth tossed a copy of the Philadelphia Daily News on the table.. The headlines read-
Wally O. Retired West Philadelphia Businessman and alleged Drug Kingpin shot
to death on small street, early this morning.. He was 78.
He had been shot eleven times at close range and a fish had been stuffed in his mouth.....
"Oh my god" I said.
'Oh My God is right Chess....Wally O, is a respected player man....and not only that...He's Lawrence Fontaine's Uncle...This can't be good." said Fathead.
For once...The big man was right!
(To Be Continued......)
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Givin Up The Ghost
I smiled as my car rounded the block where Coral Gables sat. I saw the familiar van, saw the front door of Coral Gables open and knew that my boys had gone to work.. I had a box of two dozen Krispy Kreme Doughnuts and several tumblers of hot coffee for the guys in the Van. Clerow greeted me with his usual toothy grin.
"What's happening boss? Glad you got here with the coffee and doughnuts..we sure could use it right about now?" he said.
Sean Jackson greeted me too..
"Yeah Kev..we got to the bottom of your "haunted house"....I can't believe that you of all people actually fell for this." he said laughing.
"I didn't...but I couldn't explain what was going on." I said. "That's why I called you guys."
"Well Let them explain to you what we found early this morning." said Sean, motioning to Lockpick and Peeping Tom , who were coming out of the front door with a bag full of stuff..
"Hahahahahahaha, somebody really done a number on you guys." laughed Lockpick.
"Okay,I gather that...give it to me straight." I said.
"Long story short Kevin...the doors that opened and closed and locked...was done by these little motorized devices that were attached to them at the bottom.
Too small to be seen in the dark...only visible if you get up close. They're remote control devices....and the naked man chasing the naked woman...These things here, Micro -Holographic projectors...Hidden where a light fixture would normally be...also remote controlled. The screaming and thumps and sounds of footsteps came from these micro sized speakers that I found placed in strategic
positions all over this house...The sound is so good, you think you're actually in the room with someone.... Lockpick and I swept the house..In the basement, we found the Laptop computer that practically orchestrates the entire freak show." said Peeping Tom.
"Wow...so somebody was in the basement running the whole show huh?" I said.
"They didn't have to be...the whole thing could've been controlled by a signal from a cell phone or by someone sitting across the street from the house in a car
with a remote control." said Lockpick.
"That means that someone had to know we were in the house...and upon knowing that, they set this whole thing in motion." I said.
"That's right Kev...and since all your suspects are either asleep or occupied..there was no one to start this little party once we got here. Your suspicions were right." said Sean.
"Gee Thanks guys..." I said. I paid Sean, Lockpick and Peeping Tom and cut them loose...I kept Clerow with me. My friend, FBI Agent Frank Cotton had told me where the phone number had originated from and I needed Clerow with me in case there was any trouble.
The number, was the number Robert and my wife had called...It was the number of one Van Peters, who had been dead for ten years...I had an address and I was going to trace it down. It turned out to be two towns away..A high end shop that specialized in the sale of high end spy and listening equipment.
How ironic! Just the type of equipment used to rig that house. I had to laugh when I thought about it...Of all of the capers I had been involved in..This one was pretty funny.
Clerow and I stopped by and got Robert , who had finnally come up for air and off of the very delectable body of Bonita Turner and had managed to get himself dressed.
"So that was it huh? They rigged the house with gadgets that made us think ghosts were in there huh? Imagine that? I knew there wasn't no ghost in that house." said Robert. Clerow and I looked at each other and chuckled.
The High end shop was open. We walked inside....There were all kinds of electronic gadgetry on display..A huge photo of former Vice President Dick Chaney on the wall, An American Flag and several books on Counter-terrorism,
The CIA, The right to Bare Arms and such.
A Young guy in his early thirties came over to us...
"Can I help you?" He said, looking at us strangely.
"I think you already have" said Robert.
"You recognize him?" I asked.
"Not him...but his voice.....This is the late Van Peters." said Robert Foxworth.
"Oh really? He looks pretty good for a dead guy..What's your secret son?" I said.
"You guys cops?? Look...She paid me...She paid me....She told me to just say I was him and to tell you to come on out...Then I disconected the line ,so that it wouldn't lead you back here...I'm sorry...I had no idea what this was all about..
She bought a lot of stuff and so I figured I'd do her the favor she asked.." he said
excitedly.
"Relax guy...we aren't cops and you aren't in any trouble..We just wanted to know who you were...I've figured out this whole thing now..Take it easy ." I said.
Robert, Clerow and I drove over to the Real Estate office. My Wife Sepia and Bonita Turner were drinking coffee and talking....Upon seeing us..Bonita's eyes got wide.
"Where were you guys? Sight seeing?" she laughed.
"Cut the crap Bonita..I know everything....I know about the rigged house...I know about the High end spy shop and the guy who pretended to be the late Van Peters..I know it all..I know everything except why?" I asked.
Bonita sat down, she drummed her fingers on the desk...She breathed in and breathed out and then said-
"I've been trying to unload that property for two years..Ever since I got my Real Estate license....I couldn't sell it...As soon as people found out that a double murder-suicide occurred there, they backed out...Then those two losers, The Lewises were about to buy it from me...and this clown loses his job and defaults on his loan. My Company was about to take the property from me and give it to your wife and Mr. Foxworth to sell and I just couldn't have that..So I came up with this little plan to scare Him away...Only ,he came back and brought you."
She said.
"I can't believe you would try to play me like that? After last night?? We made love...we said all kinds of things to each other...I drank champaigne out your shoes girl." said Robert Foxworth.
"That was before I met you, before I got to know you baby...I didn't mean to do any of those things Robert..I was going to tell you..please forgive me.." she said.
Sepia hung her head...then she shook it in disgust.
"I guess you're going to call the Police huh Kev?" she said.
"Police? For what? Nobody got hurt. As far as I can see, there is no law against
trying to scare somebody." I said laughing. Clerow was laughing too.
"Uh Kev...Uh..Me and Ms. Turner are going to do a little ,uh talking...My car is
back at the motel...I'll straighten this out...Sepia, don't worry..uh, ah,er..I'll find you a property..I'll be in touch." he said as He and Bonita Turner , got in her car and sped off..
"Can you believe him?" said Sepia as she smiled at me... Clerow and I both cracked up laughing.
We drove back to the motel and packed our things...Clerow sat in the back seat,Sepia on the passenger side. As I was about to get in the car..I could hear sounds coming from the Lewis's room...We had never got to meet them...
"Ouuuuuuuuu...ohhhhhhhh babyyyyyyyy....ohhh my gawddd......lay it on me....ouuuuuu...ohhhhh.."
'Oh Richard..it's sooo good...don't stop...give your baby some more,ouuuuuuu.
I love you...I love you so muchhhhhh...ohhhhhhh.."
"Ohhhh Jayne...Jayne...Jayne...just keep on doin what you're doin..ohhhhh you feel soooo darn goood....ohhhh baby...."
"No wonder they can't make any money...they stay in bed all the time...All they
do is argue and have sex." said Sepia in fake disgust as Clerow, sitting in the backseat laughed uncontrollably...
From Robert's room, there was more sounds...
"Oh Mr. Foxworth...it's soooo good...ohhhhhhh baby, I think I love you..oh give me morrrre..ouuuuuuu...."
"Call me Big daddy baby..."
"Ohhhhh Big Daddy....mama likes..mama likes... give mama some more .....ohhhhhhhhh..."
I shook my head....I got in the car and started it.
"You know...they really need to have thicker walls in this place." I said.
Sepia, Clerow and I burst into gales of laughter as we pulled off and headed back to Philly.
For Nikki, RIP Baby girl!
"What's happening boss? Glad you got here with the coffee and doughnuts..we sure could use it right about now?" he said.
Sean Jackson greeted me too..
"Yeah Kev..we got to the bottom of your "haunted house"....I can't believe that you of all people actually fell for this." he said laughing.
"I didn't...but I couldn't explain what was going on." I said. "That's why I called you guys."
"Well Let them explain to you what we found early this morning." said Sean, motioning to Lockpick and Peeping Tom , who were coming out of the front door with a bag full of stuff..
"Hahahahahahaha, somebody really done a number on you guys." laughed Lockpick.
"Okay,I gather that...give it to me straight." I said.
"Long story short Kevin...the doors that opened and closed and locked...was done by these little motorized devices that were attached to them at the bottom.
Too small to be seen in the dark...only visible if you get up close. They're remote control devices....and the naked man chasing the naked woman...These things here, Micro -Holographic projectors...Hidden where a light fixture would normally be...also remote controlled. The screaming and thumps and sounds of footsteps came from these micro sized speakers that I found placed in strategic
positions all over this house...The sound is so good, you think you're actually in the room with someone.... Lockpick and I swept the house..In the basement, we found the Laptop computer that practically orchestrates the entire freak show." said Peeping Tom.
"Wow...so somebody was in the basement running the whole show huh?" I said.
"They didn't have to be...the whole thing could've been controlled by a signal from a cell phone or by someone sitting across the street from the house in a car
with a remote control." said Lockpick.
"That means that someone had to know we were in the house...and upon knowing that, they set this whole thing in motion." I said.
"That's right Kev...and since all your suspects are either asleep or occupied..there was no one to start this little party once we got here. Your suspicions were right." said Sean.
"Gee Thanks guys..." I said. I paid Sean, Lockpick and Peeping Tom and cut them loose...I kept Clerow with me. My friend, FBI Agent Frank Cotton had told me where the phone number had originated from and I needed Clerow with me in case there was any trouble.
The number, was the number Robert and my wife had called...It was the number of one Van Peters, who had been dead for ten years...I had an address and I was going to trace it down. It turned out to be two towns away..A high end shop that specialized in the sale of high end spy and listening equipment.
How ironic! Just the type of equipment used to rig that house. I had to laugh when I thought about it...Of all of the capers I had been involved in..This one was pretty funny.
Clerow and I stopped by and got Robert , who had finnally come up for air and off of the very delectable body of Bonita Turner and had managed to get himself dressed.
"So that was it huh? They rigged the house with gadgets that made us think ghosts were in there huh? Imagine that? I knew there wasn't no ghost in that house." said Robert. Clerow and I looked at each other and chuckled.
The High end shop was open. We walked inside....There were all kinds of electronic gadgetry on display..A huge photo of former Vice President Dick Chaney on the wall, An American Flag and several books on Counter-terrorism,
The CIA, The right to Bare Arms and such.
A Young guy in his early thirties came over to us...
"Can I help you?" He said, looking at us strangely.
"I think you already have" said Robert.
"You recognize him?" I asked.
"Not him...but his voice.....This is the late Van Peters." said Robert Foxworth.
"Oh really? He looks pretty good for a dead guy..What's your secret son?" I said.
"You guys cops?? Look...She paid me...She paid me....She told me to just say I was him and to tell you to come on out...Then I disconected the line ,so that it wouldn't lead you back here...I'm sorry...I had no idea what this was all about..
She bought a lot of stuff and so I figured I'd do her the favor she asked.." he said
excitedly.
"Relax guy...we aren't cops and you aren't in any trouble..We just wanted to know who you were...I've figured out this whole thing now..Take it easy ." I said.
Robert, Clerow and I drove over to the Real Estate office. My Wife Sepia and Bonita Turner were drinking coffee and talking....Upon seeing us..Bonita's eyes got wide.
"Where were you guys? Sight seeing?" she laughed.
"Cut the crap Bonita..I know everything....I know about the rigged house...I know about the High end spy shop and the guy who pretended to be the late Van Peters..I know it all..I know everything except why?" I asked.
Bonita sat down, she drummed her fingers on the desk...She breathed in and breathed out and then said-
"I've been trying to unload that property for two years..Ever since I got my Real Estate license....I couldn't sell it...As soon as people found out that a double murder-suicide occurred there, they backed out...Then those two losers, The Lewises were about to buy it from me...and this clown loses his job and defaults on his loan. My Company was about to take the property from me and give it to your wife and Mr. Foxworth to sell and I just couldn't have that..So I came up with this little plan to scare Him away...Only ,he came back and brought you."
She said.
"I can't believe you would try to play me like that? After last night?? We made love...we said all kinds of things to each other...I drank champaigne out your shoes girl." said Robert Foxworth.
"That was before I met you, before I got to know you baby...I didn't mean to do any of those things Robert..I was going to tell you..please forgive me.." she said.
Sepia hung her head...then she shook it in disgust.
"I guess you're going to call the Police huh Kev?" she said.
"Police? For what? Nobody got hurt. As far as I can see, there is no law against
trying to scare somebody." I said laughing. Clerow was laughing too.
"Uh Kev...Uh..Me and Ms. Turner are going to do a little ,uh talking...My car is
back at the motel...I'll straighten this out...Sepia, don't worry..uh, ah,er..I'll find you a property..I'll be in touch." he said as He and Bonita Turner , got in her car and sped off..
"Can you believe him?" said Sepia as she smiled at me... Clerow and I both cracked up laughing.
We drove back to the motel and packed our things...Clerow sat in the back seat,Sepia on the passenger side. As I was about to get in the car..I could hear sounds coming from the Lewis's room...We had never got to meet them...
"Ouuuuuuuuu...ohhhhhhhh babyyyyyyyy....ohhh my gawddd......lay it on me....ouuuuuu...ohhhhh.."
'Oh Richard..it's sooo good...don't stop...give your baby some more,ouuuuuuu.
I love you...I love you so muchhhhhh...ohhhhhhh.."
"Ohhhh Jayne...Jayne...Jayne...just keep on doin what you're doin..ohhhhh you feel soooo darn goood....ohhhh baby...."
"No wonder they can't make any money...they stay in bed all the time...All they
do is argue and have sex." said Sepia in fake disgust as Clerow, sitting in the backseat laughed uncontrollably...
From Robert's room, there was more sounds...
"Oh Mr. Foxworth...it's soooo good...ohhhhhhh baby, I think I love you..oh give me morrrre..ouuuuuuu...."
"Call me Big daddy baby..."
"Ohhhhh Big Daddy....mama likes..mama likes... give mama some more .....ohhhhhhhhh..."
I shook my head....I got in the car and started it.
"You know...they really need to have thicker walls in this place." I said.
Sepia, Clerow and I burst into gales of laughter as we pulled off and headed back to Philly.
For Nikki, RIP Baby girl!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Just Like a Good Neighbor
"I wish you had talked to me first....I could have saved you all a trip out here." said Bonita Turner. She was the Real Estate agent who had originally been trying to sell Coral Gables and who had been failing miserably for a number of years to move it. I thought that both my wife and maybe Mabel Jenkins possessed sexy curvaceous bodies....but this woman was at least their equal. She was brown skinned, had a body in which her curves seemed to have curves and a nice healthy top that caught your eye the minute you saw her..Everything about this woman just ooozed sex.
Robert Foxworth couldn't keep his eyes off of her and she kept catching him looking at her and was even blushing a little bit. I can't lie...I was mesmerized myself...but the fact that Sepia was sitting right next to me, helped me to keep everything in persepctive.
"So , you were actually in the process of selling Coral Gables and there really wasn't any offer on the table correct?" I asked.
"That's right....I don't know who called you and gave you all the impression that it was......then again, I think I do know....It probably was those two losers in that Motel room, Richard and Jayne Lewis...They've been trying to raise money to buy Coral Gables for sometime now and trying to buy time..They know that I'm through waiting and they probably were trying to get you people involved to ease me out." she said.
"No...I don't think so...We contacted the number that was left on the for sale sign." said Sepia.
"Who did you talk to?" asked Bonita Turner.
"Somebody calling themselves Van Peters." said Robert Foxworth.
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha...Van Peters has been dead for ten years...If you talked to him, I'd
certainly want to know about it..." she laughed.
"My question is..why would someone put up a phony for sale sign with bogus information and lure us out here and then try to scare us away?" I asked.
"Hmmmm, good question....but I can't answer that...All I know is that I'm going to move this property and those two losers at that motel aren't going to get in my way." She said.
"Ms. Turner.....When is the last time you were actually on the property?" I asked.
"A few days ago." She said.
"And when you were there , uhhh..ahhhh...nothing out of the ordinary occurred?" I asked.
"No, like what?"she said innocently.
"No doors closing and opening by themselves..no naked people running through the house, no screams?" I asked with a playful grin.
"No...what? I know that you don't believe those crazy stories about Van Peter's ghost being up
there do you?" she asked.
"Well , no....but some strange things did happen that I witnessed myself when I was there...
Tell you what...Why don't you humor me and let's go back there?" I asked.
"What? Oh..Well, uh...okay...but this seems highly strange and a bit suspect Mr. Morris." she said.
Robert really didn't want to go...but he certainly wanted to be near Bonita Turner, so he reluctantly agreed to go back to the house.. He rode with her, While Sepia and I rode in my car.
Once inside , we walked around from room to room...and then as if on cue...The "fun" began....
The doors began to swing open, then close...The massive front door slammed shut and locked...
and of course...A naked man chased a naked woman from one room into the next...The loud noises, screams, curses and thumping began too, exactly like they were the day before....Robert
was scared out of his wits...but I watched Sepia and she watched me...We both looked at Bonita
who seemed a little taken aback by it all...
"Oh...Oh my God...what is this?" she said....
Then just as soon as it ended...it stopped and the door in the front swung open. I smiled...I looked around...Robert Foxworth had fainted...Bonita Turner was shaking, clearly rattled..but Sepia, my lovely wife looked at me...
"You know something Kevin...This scared me the other day...but the more I think about it..something about this seems like an amusement park gag." she said.
I nodded...Then I made the shush sign...
"Come on folks...let's get out of here..." I said.
"Is he going to be alright?" said Bonita, looking at Robert Foxworth, who was just coming around
and getting up off the floor... I looked at Robert with disgust.
"He'll live." I said.
Robert,Sepia and I checked into a motel...the same motel where the Lewis's were living...We were practically neighbors...Robert's room was on one side of them and Sepia and my room was on the other side of them as fate would have it. We still hadn't gotten to talk to them yet.
I made a call to my FBI friend ,Agent Cotton.
"Hello."
'Hi Agent Cotton, this is Kevin, Kevin Morris." I said.
"Oh boy, who are you after now? A mobster, a killer?" he asked ,laughing.
"Nah...this is something real lightweight....I need a big favor...I have a number..a phone number...I don't have time to go through the regular channels...I just need it traced and information on where it originated from."I said.
"What do you think this is ...your personal databank?? This is the FBI." he said.
"I know..I know..but like I said...I can't go through normal channels right now." I said.
"You're running out of favors kid...but I'll do this..and I'll get back to you in the morning." He said.
"Thanks Agent Cotton."I said.
"And Kevin...keep your nose clean." he said.
"You know me..."I said.
"Yeah,I do know you..that's why I'm saying what I'm saying." he said before he hung up.
I then called Philadelphia....I called Sean Jackson, my ace, Lockpick Johnson, Peeping Tom and
Clerow..gave them instructions and directions to how to get out here and then called it a night.
That night , while Sepia and I lie in bed, she said to me-
"Kevin...you know that there is no ghost in that house right?" she said..
"Of course it isn't...I've just got to get up to that house again...I need you and Robert to keep Bonita Turner and the Lewis's occupied tomorrow. The Lewis's haven't met me..and Bonita Turner doesn't need to know what I'll be doing...Talk to Robert in the morning...Don't tell him that the guys are coming up here or that I'm getting a trace on that number he called..." I said.
"You don't trust him?" asked Sepia.
"He's alright, but the less people know about what I'm doing...the better." I said.
We heard the sound of a bed squeaking , coming from the next room...The walls were paper thin..
"Ohhhh...ohhhhhhh....don't stop...don't stopppp..ohhhhhhhhh...."
"Ohhhh baby....babbbbyyyyyyyyy....ouuuuuuuu...give me more......ummmmph...."
'spank me, spank me...ohhhhh Richardddddddd!!!!!"
I bammed on the wall..but it didn't stop anything...they kept at it...I got up and peered out my window... To my surprise..I saw a Volvo drive up to the front of Robert's motel room. Bonita Turner got out...She was wearing a trenchcoat and heels....She looked around several times to make sure nobody was around, then she knocked on Robert's door. He came to the door in his
bathrobe...He too looked around and then ushered her into his room and closed the door.
A broad smile was on my face , as I returned to my bed.
(Conclusion Next)
Robert Foxworth couldn't keep his eyes off of her and she kept catching him looking at her and was even blushing a little bit. I can't lie...I was mesmerized myself...but the fact that Sepia was sitting right next to me, helped me to keep everything in persepctive.
"So , you were actually in the process of selling Coral Gables and there really wasn't any offer on the table correct?" I asked.
"That's right....I don't know who called you and gave you all the impression that it was......then again, I think I do know....It probably was those two losers in that Motel room, Richard and Jayne Lewis...They've been trying to raise money to buy Coral Gables for sometime now and trying to buy time..They know that I'm through waiting and they probably were trying to get you people involved to ease me out." she said.
"No...I don't think so...We contacted the number that was left on the for sale sign." said Sepia.
"Who did you talk to?" asked Bonita Turner.
"Somebody calling themselves Van Peters." said Robert Foxworth.
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha...Van Peters has been dead for ten years...If you talked to him, I'd
certainly want to know about it..." she laughed.
"My question is..why would someone put up a phony for sale sign with bogus information and lure us out here and then try to scare us away?" I asked.
"Hmmmm, good question....but I can't answer that...All I know is that I'm going to move this property and those two losers at that motel aren't going to get in my way." She said.
"Ms. Turner.....When is the last time you were actually on the property?" I asked.
"A few days ago." She said.
"And when you were there , uhhh..ahhhh...nothing out of the ordinary occurred?" I asked.
"No, like what?"she said innocently.
"No doors closing and opening by themselves..no naked people running through the house, no screams?" I asked with a playful grin.
"No...what? I know that you don't believe those crazy stories about Van Peter's ghost being up
there do you?" she asked.
"Well , no....but some strange things did happen that I witnessed myself when I was there...
Tell you what...Why don't you humor me and let's go back there?" I asked.
"What? Oh..Well, uh...okay...but this seems highly strange and a bit suspect Mr. Morris." she said.
Robert really didn't want to go...but he certainly wanted to be near Bonita Turner, so he reluctantly agreed to go back to the house.. He rode with her, While Sepia and I rode in my car.
Once inside , we walked around from room to room...and then as if on cue...The "fun" began....
The doors began to swing open, then close...The massive front door slammed shut and locked...
and of course...A naked man chased a naked woman from one room into the next...The loud noises, screams, curses and thumping began too, exactly like they were the day before....Robert
was scared out of his wits...but I watched Sepia and she watched me...We both looked at Bonita
who seemed a little taken aback by it all...
"Oh...Oh my God...what is this?" she said....
Then just as soon as it ended...it stopped and the door in the front swung open. I smiled...I looked around...Robert Foxworth had fainted...Bonita Turner was shaking, clearly rattled..but Sepia, my lovely wife looked at me...
"You know something Kevin...This scared me the other day...but the more I think about it..something about this seems like an amusement park gag." she said.
I nodded...Then I made the shush sign...
"Come on folks...let's get out of here..." I said.
"Is he going to be alright?" said Bonita, looking at Robert Foxworth, who was just coming around
and getting up off the floor... I looked at Robert with disgust.
"He'll live." I said.
Robert,Sepia and I checked into a motel...the same motel where the Lewis's were living...We were practically neighbors...Robert's room was on one side of them and Sepia and my room was on the other side of them as fate would have it. We still hadn't gotten to talk to them yet.
I made a call to my FBI friend ,Agent Cotton.
"Hello."
'Hi Agent Cotton, this is Kevin, Kevin Morris." I said.
"Oh boy, who are you after now? A mobster, a killer?" he asked ,laughing.
"Nah...this is something real lightweight....I need a big favor...I have a number..a phone number...I don't have time to go through the regular channels...I just need it traced and information on where it originated from."I said.
"What do you think this is ...your personal databank?? This is the FBI." he said.
"I know..I know..but like I said...I can't go through normal channels right now." I said.
"You're running out of favors kid...but I'll do this..and I'll get back to you in the morning." He said.
"Thanks Agent Cotton."I said.
"And Kevin...keep your nose clean." he said.
"You know me..."I said.
"Yeah,I do know you..that's why I'm saying what I'm saying." he said before he hung up.
I then called Philadelphia....I called Sean Jackson, my ace, Lockpick Johnson, Peeping Tom and
Clerow..gave them instructions and directions to how to get out here and then called it a night.
That night , while Sepia and I lie in bed, she said to me-
"Kevin...you know that there is no ghost in that house right?" she said..
"Of course it isn't...I've just got to get up to that house again...I need you and Robert to keep Bonita Turner and the Lewis's occupied tomorrow. The Lewis's haven't met me..and Bonita Turner doesn't need to know what I'll be doing...Talk to Robert in the morning...Don't tell him that the guys are coming up here or that I'm getting a trace on that number he called..." I said.
"You don't trust him?" asked Sepia.
"He's alright, but the less people know about what I'm doing...the better." I said.
We heard the sound of a bed squeaking , coming from the next room...The walls were paper thin..
"Ohhhh...ohhhhhhh....don't stop...don't stopppp..ohhhhhhhhh...."
"Ohhhh baby....babbbbyyyyyyyyy....ouuuuuuuu...give me more......ummmmph...."
'spank me, spank me...ohhhhh Richardddddddd!!!!!"
I bammed on the wall..but it didn't stop anything...they kept at it...I got up and peered out my window... To my surprise..I saw a Volvo drive up to the front of Robert's motel room. Bonita Turner got out...She was wearing a trenchcoat and heels....She looked around several times to make sure nobody was around, then she knocked on Robert's door. He came to the door in his
bathrobe...He too looked around and then ushered her into his room and closed the door.
A broad smile was on my face , as I returned to my bed.
(Conclusion Next)
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Fun with Dick & Jane
Sherrif Lyle Holley showed Robert,Sepia and I the crime scene photos...Dated August 21, 2000.
They showed a naked man with his head blown off laying in the living room....a few feet from him near the door , was a naked woman.....Then in the bedroom ,lying on the floor was Van Peters...
apparently the victim of a self inflicted wound. He had come home caught his wife in bed with his business partner and had slaughtered them both with a shotgun...Then he had taken a second gun and shot himself in the head in the bedroom he had shared with his wife...a bedroom that had been defiled. The Sherrif showed us the autopsy reports on all three. One thing was for certain...All three people,including and especially Van Peters were dead and had been dead for ten years.
I could tell that someone had brought the bed and breakfast and had done a great deal of work on it. The House I saw last night was markedly different from the old bed and breakfast that Van and his wife had owned and had died in. A lot of work had been done.
"Sherrif...Who renovated Coral Gables after the tragedy?" I asked.
"That would be Richard and Jayne Lewis...They invested a lot of money into it , had it gutted, new floors put in, new windows, new kitchen, the works." said Lyle Holley.
'Well what happened then?" asked Sepia.
"He was a Lawyer..worked at a big firm...Lost his job after September 11th 2001...and couldn't keep up the payments on the loan. His wife started drinking and running around...or so he said
and they defaulted on their loan and lost the place. It just sat for years and then a Real Estate firm purchased it. They had a woman named Bonita Turner working on it, but she could never unload it. Nobody wanted nothing to do with it ,once they found out about the double murder -suicide and the ghosts running around in there." he said.
"Come on Sherrif..You don't believe in ghosts now do you?" I asked.
"You was up there....what did you see?" He asked.
I laughed....this was insane....
'Well Look , Do you have an address for the Lewis's ? I'd at least like to talk to them." I said.
"Yeah..They lost their house...They are staying at the old Motel off route 7...I'll give you directions." said the Sherrif.
"Kevin...Come on man, let it go...why we gotta talk to them..I don't want nothin to do with that
house at this point." said Robert Foxworth.
"Neither do I Kevin." added Sepia.
"That's exactly what somebody wants you to say...Aren't you curious as to why somebody is obviously trying to scare you away? You inquire about the property and you wind up talking to a man who's been dead for ten years..You go up there and the doors are opening and closing ,Naked people dashing through the halls and all....Come on man..can't you see? This is all smoke and mirrors...Somebody is trying to keep the both of you from buying and selling that property." I said.
"And you know what? They did a damn good job..I don't want it."said Robert.
"How did you hear about it?" I asked.
"Jordy, was out here and he saw it and he passed it on to me as a possible investment property.
He gave me a number to call and I called it. The man asked me a whole lot of questions..about why I wanted it and if I thought I could swing it..and all..he told me his name was Van Peters and that he could be reached at another number other than the one Jordy gave me. I offered to be a middle man and told him I'd get a Real Estate agent to come look at it..That's where your wife came in...I had heard from Chess that she was looking to sell a few properties and so I brought Sepia in on this. Only thing is..I never heard from Van Peters again." said Robert Foxworth.
"Yeah,because you were never talking to him....You were talking to someone who wants the same thing you want...and they want you out of the deal...I suspect, it's someone who is trying to
buy a little time." I said.
"Okay...let's go see Dick and Jayne" said Robert.
"Who?" asked Sepia.
"Richard and Jayne Lewis" said Robert.
The three of us drove out to the motel where the two were staying. There was a Benz and a Lexus parked in front of the small room. Robert,Sepia and I walked up to the door of their room.. We could hear loud voices from inside the room..It was the voices of a man and a woman.
"Look Jayne....I'm this close to landing a job with a decent firm....once I do and get my credit straight...I can swing a loan and we can get that Bed and Breakfast back....I'm telling you..That will be our vacation money...It's a gold mine."
"Oh Richard..you and your pipe dreams...that's the reason we are living in this motel now...I don't know why I ever listened to you...You're all talk...and no action."
"You've never believed in me!!!"
"Believe in what? All of your schemes have brought us to this...a Motel room, no house, very little money and no business."
"I'll give you some business all right...get over here.."
"That's not going to work Richard...Everytime you want to talk me into something you try to use sex and it's not going to work....stop....take your hands off me...put that thing away...Richardddddd, I'm not in the...ohhhh...ohhhh my gooddd, it's so big....ohhhh, stoppppppp... I'm trying to talk serious...Richarrrrrd..."
"I'm serious about making some sweet love to you girl..now get over here..."
"Ohhhh Richard...ohhhhhhh..how can you think of sex at a time like this...ohhhh, stop, you just ripped my blouse...I paid good money for that blouse...stop, stop sucking my breasts..stop...oh you're so nasty...Richard..stop...ohhhhhh,ouuuuuuuu..stop..ohhhhhhhhh..don't stop..don't stop....ouuuuu, give it to me...."
There was the sound of a bed squeaking.....
Robert looked at me....and so did my wife, Sepia....
"Perhaps this is a bad time to talk to them...maybe we can come back another time." said Robert.
Sepia folded her arms and gave me a serious side eye...
"You know what?" I said... This is a bad time ....Let's talk to them tomorrow." I said ,as I smiled at Sepia and Robert weakly.
(To be Continued...)
They showed a naked man with his head blown off laying in the living room....a few feet from him near the door , was a naked woman.....Then in the bedroom ,lying on the floor was Van Peters...
apparently the victim of a self inflicted wound. He had come home caught his wife in bed with his business partner and had slaughtered them both with a shotgun...Then he had taken a second gun and shot himself in the head in the bedroom he had shared with his wife...a bedroom that had been defiled. The Sherrif showed us the autopsy reports on all three. One thing was for certain...All three people,including and especially Van Peters were dead and had been dead for ten years.
I could tell that someone had brought the bed and breakfast and had done a great deal of work on it. The House I saw last night was markedly different from the old bed and breakfast that Van and his wife had owned and had died in. A lot of work had been done.
"Sherrif...Who renovated Coral Gables after the tragedy?" I asked.
"That would be Richard and Jayne Lewis...They invested a lot of money into it , had it gutted, new floors put in, new windows, new kitchen, the works." said Lyle Holley.
'Well what happened then?" asked Sepia.
"He was a Lawyer..worked at a big firm...Lost his job after September 11th 2001...and couldn't keep up the payments on the loan. His wife started drinking and running around...or so he said
and they defaulted on their loan and lost the place. It just sat for years and then a Real Estate firm purchased it. They had a woman named Bonita Turner working on it, but she could never unload it. Nobody wanted nothing to do with it ,once they found out about the double murder -suicide and the ghosts running around in there." he said.
"Come on Sherrif..You don't believe in ghosts now do you?" I asked.
"You was up there....what did you see?" He asked.
I laughed....this was insane....
'Well Look , Do you have an address for the Lewis's ? I'd at least like to talk to them." I said.
"Yeah..They lost their house...They are staying at the old Motel off route 7...I'll give you directions." said the Sherrif.
"Kevin...Come on man, let it go...why we gotta talk to them..I don't want nothin to do with that
house at this point." said Robert Foxworth.
"Neither do I Kevin." added Sepia.
"That's exactly what somebody wants you to say...Aren't you curious as to why somebody is obviously trying to scare you away? You inquire about the property and you wind up talking to a man who's been dead for ten years..You go up there and the doors are opening and closing ,Naked people dashing through the halls and all....Come on man..can't you see? This is all smoke and mirrors...Somebody is trying to keep the both of you from buying and selling that property." I said.
"And you know what? They did a damn good job..I don't want it."said Robert.
"How did you hear about it?" I asked.
"Jordy, was out here and he saw it and he passed it on to me as a possible investment property.
He gave me a number to call and I called it. The man asked me a whole lot of questions..about why I wanted it and if I thought I could swing it..and all..he told me his name was Van Peters and that he could be reached at another number other than the one Jordy gave me. I offered to be a middle man and told him I'd get a Real Estate agent to come look at it..That's where your wife came in...I had heard from Chess that she was looking to sell a few properties and so I brought Sepia in on this. Only thing is..I never heard from Van Peters again." said Robert Foxworth.
"Yeah,because you were never talking to him....You were talking to someone who wants the same thing you want...and they want you out of the deal...I suspect, it's someone who is trying to
buy a little time." I said.
"Okay...let's go see Dick and Jayne" said Robert.
"Who?" asked Sepia.
"Richard and Jayne Lewis" said Robert.
The three of us drove out to the motel where the two were staying. There was a Benz and a Lexus parked in front of the small room. Robert,Sepia and I walked up to the door of their room.. We could hear loud voices from inside the room..It was the voices of a man and a woman.
"Look Jayne....I'm this close to landing a job with a decent firm....once I do and get my credit straight...I can swing a loan and we can get that Bed and Breakfast back....I'm telling you..That will be our vacation money...It's a gold mine."
"Oh Richard..you and your pipe dreams...that's the reason we are living in this motel now...I don't know why I ever listened to you...You're all talk...and no action."
"You've never believed in me!!!"
"Believe in what? All of your schemes have brought us to this...a Motel room, no house, very little money and no business."
"I'll give you some business all right...get over here.."
"That's not going to work Richard...Everytime you want to talk me into something you try to use sex and it's not going to work....stop....take your hands off me...put that thing away...Richardddddd, I'm not in the...ohhhh...ohhhh my gooddd, it's so big....ohhhh, stoppppppp... I'm trying to talk serious...Richarrrrrd..."
"I'm serious about making some sweet love to you girl..now get over here..."
"Ohhhh Richard...ohhhhhhh..how can you think of sex at a time like this...ohhhh, stop, you just ripped my blouse...I paid good money for that blouse...stop, stop sucking my breasts..stop...oh you're so nasty...Richard..stop...ohhhhhh,ouuuuuuuu..stop..ohhhhhhhhh..don't stop..don't stop....ouuuuu, give it to me...."
There was the sound of a bed squeaking.....
Robert looked at me....and so did my wife, Sepia....
"Perhaps this is a bad time to talk to them...maybe we can come back another time." said Robert.
Sepia folded her arms and gave me a serious side eye...
"You know what?" I said... This is a bad time ....Let's talk to them tomorrow." I said ,as I smiled at Sepia and Robert weakly.
(To be Continued...)
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