by Roy Glenn
“Listen to you.”
“Wanda taught me to say shit like that. She’s a trip, but she was right. She’s right about most things. She made us all a ton of money over the years. Anyway, I know you didn’t come here just to talk about old times. What’s poppin’?”
“You know somebody named Alvin Childers?”
“Chilly?”
“Yeah, Chilly.”
“I know him and so do you, Nick. You remember he used to deal for André back in the day. He’s the one who made peace with Black, and they set up the dead zone where nobody deals. Bitch nigga had to make peace ’cause Black was gonna blast that ass next. Now he runs most of the drugs uptown. What’s your interest?”
“Business. His wife is my client.”
“Gee. What Gee hire you for?”
“Find her brother.”
“Didn’t know Gee had a brother.”
“Didn’t think you would, he’s not part of the family business. His name is Jake Rollins, he’s a chemist.”
“Never met him, just her sister, Chézaráy.”
“I just left her.”
“She’s a bad mutha fucka.”
“So I noticed.”
“Wild as hell. Into everything.”
“I could see that, yeah.”
“Pussy was good though.”
“You fucked…” Freeze looked at me like I was stupid. “Nevermind. She got anything to do with the family business?”
“No, Gee’s breakin’ her off. You think Chilly had something to do with it?”
“Mrs. Childers does.”
“If Chilly did have something to do with it, your job is easy. All you gotta do is find the body. Chilly likes to make his shit real public. Make a statement, like André used to, you know what I’m sayin’.” Freeze laughed. “I know you do, that used to be our thang. Remember?”
I laughed. “Yeah. I remember.”
“So let me get this straight. Gee hired you to find her brother. Gee don’t think Chilly’s involved, Gee knows he’s involved. So what does Gee want with you?”
“So I can prove it to the cops.”
“Nick; this ain’t nothin’ you want any parts of.”
“I see this. I’ll leave it alone.”
“You a lyin’ mutha fucka, Nick.”
I got up from the table. “Thanks for dinner, Freeze.”
“Nick.”
“Yeah.”
“If shit gets wild,” Freeze stood up. “I’m with you.”
“Thanks, Freeze.”
I left there thinking about Black.
Whether he respected me or not, the truth of the matter was that I ran out on him when he needed me most. But I wasn’t about to let Bobby kill me over Camille just to save face with Black. But in spite of all that, Freeze was still for me. It would make my burden just that much heavier.
It started me thinking about the old days, the old crew. Black and Bobby. Jamaica and Freeze. I thought about the first time Black told us he was going to kill André. We knew he was planning something big when he called a meeting at The Late Night. Black never had meetings. In spite of that, we were late. Waiting on Freeze, of course.
“Now that we’re all here,” Black said, as soon as we came through the door. “I bet you all are wondering why I got you all over here.”
“The thought had occurred to me,” Bobby said, staring at me. The way he was looking, I knew then that he knew I was fuckin’ Camille.
“I’m gonna kill André,” Black declared.
There was complete silence in the room.
We all sat there looking at Black and one another, until Bobby started laughing. Everybody did at first, until we noticed Black wasn’t laughing.
“You serious, Black?” Freeze asked.
“Deadly.” Black flashed a rare smile.
“How you gonna do it?” I asked.
“What you gonna do? Just walk into his office and blast him?” Bobby inquired, but his eyes were still on me. Then he slowly turned to Black.
“No. I have a plan,” Black said.
“You planning on taking over after he’s dead, Black?” I asked.
“The gambling houses and the women, yes. But I’m getting out of the dope game.”
Nobody was really surprised by that. We’d all seen it coming. After Vickie died in his apartment smoking cocaine, Black turned totally against drugs. He even stopped smoking weed. And Black loved to smoke weed.
“We’d be giving up a lot of money, Mike. I don’t think that’s good for business,” Bobby said.
“Maybe. No. You’re right, Bobby, it’s not good for business. We’ll just have to find different ways of making money. But when I walk around here, and I see what it’s done to the neighborhood.” He looked at Jamaica. “To people. I just can’t be involved in that anymore. Anybody who wants to, is free to do whatever he wants once this is over. As long as you don’t do business around here.”
Black looked around the room.
“Bobby, you with me? I can’t do this without you.”
“You don’t even have to ask me, you know I am,” Bobby said.
“Even though it’s not good for business?” Black asked him.
“Business will just have to suffer.”
“Anybody else?” Black asked.
No one said a word.
“All right then. My plan is based on the fact that for every action there is a reaction. If certain things happened, I can get people right where I need them to be. Now, there are enough people who hate André to go around. Cops won’t care, and as long as business doesn’t suffer, no one else will care either.”
“Just as long as everybody continues to get paid, you’re right, nobody will care.” Bobby added.
“We have to kill Ricky. Him and André started out together. He’ll try to take over. Benny and Dupree are loyal to André, so they gotta die too. And that’s it. Now if André dies, Cazzie will try to move on us. So we have to kill him too. Killing Cazzie will be harder, but not impossible.”
“Go on,” Bobby said.
“All right now, everybody pay attention. Benny and Dupree are the key to it all. They make the rounds every night to collect the money from all the houses. On Friday nights, there’s more than a quarter of a million dollars. They start at one o’clock and by three thirty, they’ll be coming out of the last house. That’s where we’ll hit them. Nick, you and Freeze will be waiting for them. As soon as they get to the car, you and Freeze blast them. Nick, you cover while Freeze gets the money.”
“Done,” I said. Good soldier, you know.
“Now, Benny and Dupree are dead, and the money is gone, what’s gonna happen next?” Black asked.
“Somebody will call Ricky’s punk ass,” Freeze said.
“Exactly. Someone in the house will call him to tell him about the robbery. Ricky will be at his afterhours spot, sitting in that office, just like he does every fuckin’ night. As soon as he gets the call about the robbery, he’ll call André and they’ll meet at André’s office. Bobby, when Ricky comes out of the office and starts to make his way through the crowd, you and Jamaica take him then.”
“What about Cazzie?” I asked.
“He’s the wildcard in all of this. Problem is, there’s no way I can control his movements the way I did everybody else.”
“Black,” Jamaica said. “Let me take care of Cazzie. I know how to take him.”
Black looked at Jamaica for a long time. He knew Jamaica was off the chain with that heroin. We all did.
“Okay, I’ll leave that all to you, Jamaica.”
“What about your boy, André?” Freeze asked.
“When he gets to his office, I’ll be there waiting for him. Now for this to work, everything has to run on schedule.” Black gave me, Bobby and Jamaica a pager.
“What’re these for?” Bobby asked. “I already got a pager.”
“When you complete your assignment, you page the next man. Three sevens if everything goes as planned. I
f anything goes wrong, you page the next man with all nines. When it’s over, we all meet here. Anyone get nines, we abort and meet back here. Any questions?”
It all worked out just like he planned it. Except for Jamaica disappearing, it all went off clean and easy. When he didn’t show up afterwards at The Late Night, nobody really gave it much thought. We all just figured he was off somewhere getting high. Like I said, we all knew Jamaica was off the chain with the heroin since Vickie died. He and Vickie were real close. They used to get high and hang out all the time. But, shit, hanging out was all Vickie ever wanted to do anyway. I laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?” Wanda asked.
“Nothing really. Just thinking about Vickie.”
“Vickie? What brought that on?”
“Been thinking a lot about the old days. You know. How Vickie died and the affect it had on things.”
“It affected all of us.”
“Yeah, I guess, but not like it did Jamaica. How is he anyway?”
“He says he’s all right, but the last time I talked to him, I don’t know, there was something funny about the way he was talking. Something about his tone brought me right back to when Vickie died.”
“Where is he?”
“He’s in the Bahamas. Black says he has gotten himself into a few things down there. I just hope that whatever he’s into doesn’t involve drugs, is profitable, and doesn’t cause any of us any grief.”
“You think he’s back on?”
“I don’t know, Nick. It would be a real shame, because he worked very hard to get himself clean,” Wanda said, and she paused. “But Jamaica wasn’t the only one who took Vickie’s death hard. The one who took it the worst was Mike.”
She was definitely right about that. And to be honest, I can’t say I would have been any better. After all, she died in his apartment. Overdosed on pure cocaine he had there. Black never did any caine, but in those days, he would always keep some around ’cause women would do all kinds of shit for it.
That night, we were hanging out when Black saw André, he gave him some pure. Black didn’t get home until nine the next morning. He said he was getting ready to put a cut on it, but he was blasted and didn’t feel like it. So he threw the bag on the coffee table and crashed on the couch. He had been asleep for a couple of hours when Vickie came in. She had a key to all of our apartments. They kicked it for a minute, and then Black passed out again.
When he woke up again and decided to get in the bed, the door to his bedroom was locked. Black knocked on the door, but Vickie didn’t answer. When Black noticed the bag was gone from the table, he kicked the door in and found her lying on the floor naked with the pipe still in her hand.
After that, it was like something snapped inside of him. You wouldn’t know it to see him or talk to him, but that was when he really earned the name, Vicious Black. The first time I really noticed it, he had called me and said, “Come scoop me up, I gotta make a run.”
Whenever he said that, we knew he was going to either collect money for André or hurt somebody for not paying. And you hated to see Black coming, ’cause you knew why he was there, and it was all bad. I picked Black up and we were on our way to see an old hustler named Wilson Goode.
“So what’s up with good old Mr. Wilson?” I asked.
“He owes André fifty large,” Black replied.
“For what? Wilson’s a pimp. How’d André get his hooks into him?”
“Says Wilson came to him, wanting to borrow fifty grand. You know that at twenty-five cents on the dollar André was more than happy to front it to him. When he couldn’t pay, André put that ass to work. But he’s been playing André off for a couple of weeks now. Cynt said that Wilson was at her spot late one night and he dropped ten grand playing poker. Said he had some young girl with him.”
“Young girl and an old man, cause of the trouble since the world began,” I said laughing.
“I thought it was a two-faced woman and a jealous man, that was the cause of the trouble since the world began.”
“Whatever, Black.” We both laughed.
“I know the little honey he got himself hooked up with,” Black said. “She’s a fine ass bitch.”
“Can I fuck her?”
“Don’t waste your time. She thinks she’s too pretty to move. Wasn’t even worth the time it took for me to get undressed.”
“I hate it when that happens.”
When we got to Wilson’s apartment, I knocked on the door, but nobody answered. “I know he’s in there. I hear them talking.”
Black stepped up to the door and listened for a second or two, then he put both of his hands on the door and pushed it.
“Move back.”
Then he took a step back and kicked it in. Black stepped aside and I ran in with my gun out. Black followed me in calmly with his hands in his coat pockets. There was Wilson and two very pretty young ladies. Both of them were naked, and all Wilson had on was his underwear. On the coffee table were cocaine, some rock, some powder and two or three pipes.
“What the fuck!” Wilson shouted. “What the fuck you mutha fucka’s doing here? And my fuckin’ door! Y’all gonna fix my door.”
When Black saw the dope on the table, his eyes narrowed.
“Black! You hear me talking to you nigga! Black! What the fuck is going on here?”
But Black didn’t answer. He just stood there staring at the dope.
“André sent us,” I finally said. “He wants his money.”
“I’m a get him his money, Black. I just need a day or two to make some things happen. You tell him that.”
“You two get dressed and get outta here,” Black said to the women.
“They ain’t gotta go nowhere. Y’all ain’t gotta go nowhere. They were just about to leave.”
“I ain’t gonna say it again.” And with that, both ladies got up and went in the bedroom. “Go with them, Nick.” I did so, gladly.
While I was in there watching the ladies get dressed, I could hear Wilson yelling at Black, but Black never said a word. Once I escorted the ladies out, Black took a gun and a silencer out of his pocket.
“Search the place, Nick. Find me some money.” Black put the silencer on the gun, but the whole time he’s staring at the table. I put on my gloves and tossed the place.
By this time, Wilson’s whole attitude had changed. Now, with the ladies gone, he was begging Black to give him a couple of days to come up with the money.
“I found this under the mattress,” I said, handing Black twenty grand.
“On the real, Black, I need that money to make this thing happen. Give me ‘til tomorrow, Black. I’ll make it worthwhile for both of you.”
Black stood up. I started for the door thinking that Black would just take the money and be back on that ass again tomorrow. But not this time. Black raised his gun and fired two shots to Wilson’s head.
This is how it went. André would send Black to collect, and Black would kill them. After a while, André sent Black away before he killed everybody that sold for him.
Wanda yawned and got up from the couch. “I’m going to get some coffee, you want some?” she asked.
“No, Wanda, I’m fine.”
“I know.” Wanda whispered.
She turned away and walked into the kitchen. I watched her walk. Although we had spent the last nine hours together, this was the first time I noticed how pretty Wanda was. Not the tall skinny girl we used to tease as kids. Before yesterday, it had been ten years since I had seen her. And I probably wouldn’t have called her if I weren’t in this trouble. I felt pretty selfish. She had spent the night fencing with Kirk. I know she’s tired, but she has no plans for sleeping until she has the whole story. Black posted a million dollars to bail me out. They were my family and I would never turn my back on them again.
“Sure you won’t have some?” Wanda said, with a deep yawn.
“I’m sure. Why don’t you get some rest? I know you must be tired. Get some sle
ep and we’ll start again in the morning when you wake up.”
“I don’t think so, Nick. You wanna know why?”
“Yeah, Wanda, tell me why.”
“Because as soon as I went to sleep, you would leave, and I’d never get the whole story. And I need to know the whole story. You do understand that, don’t you, Nick?”
“I understand, Wanda.”
“Good for you. Which reminds me, why didn’t you tell me about killing André?”
“Black said not to. He said if you ever asked, to ask you if the words conspiracy to commit murder mean anything to you counselor?”
Wanda rolled her eyes. “That’s the same ten cent answer I got from him. Even though it didn’t turn out that way.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” Wanda looked away.
Whatever it was, it was something to her, but I didn’t push it. “Black’s always thinking ahead, ain’t he? Always thinking about us.”
“That’s just how he is; you know that. He cares, even though he’ll never admit to it. That’s why this thing with you and Bobby over Camille hurts him so much.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why don’t you tell him yourself?”
I didn’t have a reason.
Chapter Six
Saturday, July 11: 3:28 PM
The next afternoon, I drove to Brooklyn to see Ben Josephs. I gave some thought to what I was doing. I was driving to Brooklyn to see a blackmailer; in Brooklyn, of all places.
I hate Brooklyn.
I pulled up in front of the lot. I didn’t want to just walk in there and ask for him. So I decided to call and pose as a businessman who wanted to buy no less than five cars for a limo service. That should be enough to get him to meet me somewhere.
“Ben Josephs, please.”
“He’s out on a test drive with a customer. Can one of our other salesmen help you?”
“He’s not the owner?”
“No, Sir. Can one of our other salesmen help you?”