Authors: Jesse Abundis
“ Peewee, if this is porn related, I swear to God, I’m going to kick you in the nuts.” She pouted as her calm paradise escaped her finger tips.
“ This has to do with Casey,” He jumped on the bed, placing the laptop on her stomach. “ this is something huge, I mean really huge.” He bit on his finger nails, waiting for Karen to read what was on the screen.
It took a minute to scan through the page. “ Her birth certificate, how is this huge?” She yawned loudly.
“ What’s the name of her doctor?” He tapped his finger on the screen for Karen to read.
“ Darren Leaf.” She could see the look in his eyes, he had the answers but he wanted to see if she could take a wild stab in the dark and solve the puzzle.
“ What year was Casey born?” He shivered with excitement.
“ 1984,” She was too zombie like to be playing this game. “ Peewee, I don’t get it?”
Peewee groaned, he wasn’t one to ruin a surprise. “ We’re too focus on Casey, what about the Doctor, we never looked into the man that delivered her into this world, the most important man in the world. There’s just one problem, there’s no way Darren Leaf could have been there to deliver Casey.”
“ Why’s that?” Karen asked as she wiped the crust from her eyes.
“ Well, seeing how the doctor was dead two years prior to her being born.” Peewee hopped out of bed holding his hands up in the arm like a champion. “ Click the next page and you’ll see Darren Leaf was killed in a drunk driving accident two years before.”
That was all it took to fully awaken Karen, she pulled up every screen on the laptop, reviewing every spec of intel Peewee had dug up. “ I knew she was hiding something!”
“ That you did my friend, that you did.” Peewee came back into the room holding a glass of chocolate milk, the drink every detective earned after a hard day’s work. “Question is, why would you forge a birth certificate?”
They looked and stared at each other with their eyebrows raised knowing the answer to that. “ Because she’s not your kid to begin with.” They said in sync.
“ We know for sure they didn’t adopt her.” Peewee took a seat on the edge of the bed. “ This whole cover up smells of something big, but what light does it shine into our killer?”
“It means Cindy Hall connects us to Casey Miller and I’ll bet you my bottom dollar, that her parents know more then they let on.”
“ She’s still their kid, some stranger comes to take her away from you, you’d do anything to get them back.” Peewee said to her.
“ You work so hard to make a lie into the truth, you’d do anything to keep it from crumbling. In their eyes Doris gave birth to her, they’d be damn if they’ll allow anyone to tear that apart.”
Peewee could see Karen had lived that life, he knew her past would always be a mystery to him, one he would never be able to see without losing a good friend. But her words were enough to show him the history of the tattooed girl who came into his life. “ So, we can assume they can I.D the killer?” Peewee asked
Karen tilted her head over to him with a smile. “ Without a fucking doubt.” She put the laptop away. “You saw how Doris reacted when we said, there was another missing girl. Something tells me, they met with our charming man and he had all the details on their twisted affairs as well.”
“ Meaning our killer blackmailed them, you keep my secret and I’ll keep yours.” Karen gave the thumbs up. “ Holy shit. What do we do now?”
“We wait,” Karen said to him. “ We come at them tomorrow with this evidence, we blackmail Mrs. Miller and make her give us the psycho.”
Peewee took a hard gulp. “ This is it, we’re at the end.” There would be no looking back for either of them.
Chapter 77
Where Is My Mind?
Words can never describe how steel sounds as it cracks through bone with just sheer force, it’s not like in the movies, there is no big crushing sound, sometimes the only person to hear that impact is the poor fool on the other end of the beating, something Pardo’s men where learning at that very moment as the Irish man caved the pistol on top of some poor coked out thug who wanted to play hero. “ I fucking told you to stay down,” The women on the couch screamed bloody murder as the blood hurled in their face, another tidbit people seemed to forget was that the human body was like a water balloon filled with blood, one nice whack and it was ready to explode all over the place. “ Did ya think I was fucking around, boyo.” His eyes lit with fire as the women shouted Spanish prayers . “ You focking bitches better stop screaming before I put a bullet between your eyes.” He shoved the pistol in the first girls face. These three women were just brought in to entertain the boys, no one ever told them something like this could happen.
Franklin was busy chopping off the heads of two of Pardo’s top Lieutenants that were hogged tied and gagged. Each time he caved the blade into their neck, the men squealed in horror, which drove the young man insane. “ Shut up, shut up!” He mumbled under his breath as he swung the blade back down into the back of their necks
The white male and the cholo ran into the bedroom as the rest held down the fort, minutes later they came back with duffel bags of Pardo's dirty money. This was their lottery ticket, one painted with blood and mayhem.
Franklin was scared out of his wits, he never thought once in his life he would have the balls to decapitate people, but their buyer edge them on with a simple first job, murdering a pedophile, then the stakes were risen with each job that came next, each one paying will, each one sending their souls to hell.
Franklin didn’t want to be in this slaughter house anymore, he tried to block everything out, but he couldn’t take his eyes off this man swinging the machete, breathing out of control, he could see this man smiling, but he couldn’t believe who it was, this felt like a bad nightmare.
“ Stop, “ The Irish man screamed at him, “ there not going to get any deader, you bastard!”
Franklin's hand trembled with the machete held tightly, trying his best to snap out of the daze and let reality back in. “ What are we doing here?”
“ Getting paid, negro.” The old cholo came walking out the bedroom with two duffel bags full of cash, with the fourth member of the gang behind him as well. “ We got the cash, let’s get the hell out of here.” He let out an mariachi style call.
“ We hit the mother load, boys!” The Irish man said as they flashed open the duffel bag of cash. “ Someone’s looking out for us.” He did a quick blessing.
The next task for them was to vanish, never to be heard from again, neither man knew their names, they were just the white guy, the black, the Mexican and the Irish, so getting in contact would be impossible. Whoever hired these men wanted them long gone, out of the picture for whatever came next, and they weren’t going to argue with the shadow buyer.
“ What do we do with the putas?” The Cholo said, as he eye the three women on the couch.
These women felt death’s icy hand touch their cheeks the moment their eyes gaze upon them, they slowly began to crawl off the couch, trying there best to out run their captors. “ Please don't kill us.” One of the girls pleaded.
Their plead was ignored, the men pulled their handguns and laid waste to the women. They wouldn't stop until the gun ran empty, their bodies jerked as each bullet tore into their bodies.
Franklin could feel the smile on his face and the tears suppressed behind the corner of his eyes, with the same question hammering into his skull. “ Where is my mind?”
LIFE IS ALL ABOUT GOODBYES
Chapter 78
Two Years Ago To Day
This was nothing personal, there was no hate towards this man lying in the pool of his own blood, his eyes full of shock, fear, his mouth gagging for air like a dying fish out of water. He was just there. Had he been ten minutes late maybe he would still be alive, able to go home enjoy his meal with his wife, if he had one, sleep in his bed with his dog or cat beside his feet, able to continue his mundane life. Instead he met his fate with the man in the alleyway, the one begging for change, the one with the tragic tale, the sad worn out voice, the one looking for help. “ Anything will do, I haven’t ate in days.” earning his trust, just to get him close enough.
“ This is all I can help with.” Said this poor old fool, who pulled out his change and knelt down to hand to the beggar, never seeing the sharp blade under his coat, never seeing it pierce his throat, all this poor man felt was a hard pinch under his neck, for a moment he thought the sensation was just his mind playing tricks or maybe a nerve that he tweaked while extending his hand ,but that soon changed once he felt his warm blood spill onto this chest. “ What..” He tried to speak but choked on his own blood.
It was instinct to cover up the wound, hope to make it out alive. the poor man ran in circles, banging against the walls, stumbling with each footstep he took. In the end he fell to the floor, his fingers scratching at the pavement hoping to find the strength to drag himself to safety, feeling the life drain from his body. Never knowing the reason for it all. Just a simple man looking to help the needy, bring a little joy into someone’s heart.
“ I needed this,” The fake beggar told the dying man. “ I needed to feed something dark inside me.” He let his fingers touch the pool of blood, drawing circles on the pavement floor. “ You have no idea how grateful I am to you, I think after today I can move on, I don‘t feel angry anymore, I don‘t feel anything.” How his happiness would be dash the moment he turned away.
“ What are you doing here?” He cried out in agony, cursing under his breath as she stood there in front of him. “ No, you shouldn’t be!” He shouted once more.
“ Why won't you leave me alone!?” Miranda, still as beautiful as the last time they met, her eyes gazing at him as she did that night, refusing to let this sad soul rest. “ What do you want from me?” He begged to her, knowing she would never say a word.
Chapter 79
Lust
“ When, ok. I’ll take care of it, I promise.” Jasmine spoke as softly as she could as her customer was taking a shower. “ I’ll meet you at your place later tonight.” She could hear the turning of the valves and his search for his towel. “ I have to go.” Jasmine slipped her cell phone under her pillow as Lucas came walking into the bedroom.
“ You talking to someone?” He asked as he dried his balding head off, squinting to look at her due to his poor vision, the only way he could see was threw his thick rim glasses. He wrapped a towel over his exposed penis, hiding the shame of shrinkage to the young pink haired firecracker, he paid to sleep with each morning and night since he arrived into town. Lucas enjoyed to delude himself in believing he had someone that cared for him, something he knew he‘d never be able to enjoy. He knew the girls he paid only projected what he wanted to see, but there was something different about Jasmine, she had this charm to her, her words were like a siren calling out to you, it was hard to resist. Everything felt so real, he wonder if this was truly love, how his heart raced with the idea. Though apart of him told him to get his feet under him, he had a job to do first.
“ Nope, just waiting for you.” She slip under the covers, yawning.
“ I don’t think I’ll be able to keep you company,” He put on his glasses that made him look twenty years older, and one hundred times less attractive. But in his fogged up eyes he saw a man bulging with a Hercules physique standing in front of the mirror, one that could woe any woman he damned pleased. “ Just got a text from my buyers, they need me to get a little more aggressive with this bitch I’m dealing with, a real fucking nut.” Lucas grabbed his throat, still feeling her nails that dug into his neck that moment in the alley, he could have sworn that she planned to kill him there and then, her face was of a saint but her eyes were like the fiery depths of hell itself.
“ How bad are you going to hurt her?” Jasmine pulled away the sheets and slowly walked over to Lucas spooning him from behind, Lucas could feel the warmth of her crotch and scent of pleasure as he hint at brutality, it wasn‘t the first time, she would always beg him to tell her the most disturbing stories, ones that would make anyone nauseous, but for her it was all about seeking pleasure from them.
“ I'm going to snap this bitches neck.” And how he loved to tease her, he could hear her breathing pick up, he could feel her grinding against his body. “ I’ve hurt people before,” this felt like any good moment to bare his soul to her. “ Men, women, kids, I just do what my buyer tells me to do, I‘m not a nice guy, Jasmine.” She jumped on top of his back wrapping her arms around his neck. “ I‘m a real monster.” He said to her.