The Conway's Conspiracy
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THE CONWAY’ S CONSPIRACY
The Conway’s Conspiracy
Copyright © 2004 by Joubert Richardson
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ISBN-13: 978-1477456651
ISBN-10: 1477456651
THE CONWAY’S CONSPIRACY
Joubert Richardson
To my wife, Marcelle Jean-François
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
PART I
Chapter 1: The Brothers 11
Chapter 2: The Push 29
Chapter 3: Jonathan 43
Chapter 4: An Uplifting Discovery 63
Chapter 5: Girard Pozy 83
Chapter 6: The Scare 101
PART II
Chapter 7: A Wonderful Coincidence 117
Chapter 8: The Confrontation 137
Chapter 9: Terrible Marlon 155
Chapter 10: Joe in Love 171
PART III
Chapter 11: Jonass’ Subterfuge 191
Chapter 12: Jonass, the Fugitive 217
PROLOGUE
Believing the world is governed by vicious exploiters and almost all riches are results of social misdeeds, Jonathan Joe Conway is ready to force his way out of poverty. He is a man whose life is marred by mental distress and economic deprivation. Incapable of mastering his fate in conventional society, he has decided to take his chance on a bloody bet.
His philosophical proposition is simple: you are either an abuser or a sucker. The first takes advantage of his natural intelligence and the latter is duped like a fool.
The idea that good fortune comes to those who dare to challenge the status quo is not exclusive to Joe. His siblings value the same concept and believe that the acquisition of wealth by force is the only way to go when society refuses to give you a chance. Like many outcasts of similar backgrounds, they see the world as a source of plunder.
In the Conways’ corrupt environment, nothing is simple. The sophistic argument that law and order always reflect the interest of the most powerful makes them hostile to conventional justice. In their interpretation of political correctness, only brute strength is left to those who have the misfortune of bearing the consequence of socioeconomic alienation.
Forced by nature to provide for their subsistence, they are relentless in seeking economic security through evil deeds. The application of a regular trade is another way to circumvent the system. They do not want to work like everybody else; just look around to see what can be plundered.
Social snubs have changed them into monsters in the nation. None of them seems to appreciate the horrible nature of their illicit profession; and they refuse to acknowledge the equalizing effect of political morality. The teaching of their most heartrending experience makes it irrelevant. Since the law does not provide for the outcast, it is fair to take it by force. They are in ambush to kill the law abiding citizen.
Raised in the art of illegal coercion, violent and intransi-
gent, the Conway brothers are experts in their criminal enterprise. By virtue of their education, they do not consider themselves as ordinary rogues. Their skill goes beyond the competence of the popular thief.
The pretense to being educated crooks motivates them to research their deeds. They are players with a sense of their own importance; so, they strive for excellence and success. Movies, books, journals are ordinary sources of their intelligence. Their disdain for the vulgar scoundrel is an ostentation tending to show the superiority of their crew. Ex-convicts graduated in the schools of swindle, kidnapping, and rape, they lurked around like beasts in the jungle.
Joe is brave and dogged. His stunning performance leads to the planning and enforcement of a plot whose trails of blood shock the people of Miami. The turmoil caused by an act of monumental proportion drains the energy of law enforcers to the point of mental collapse.
Quiet and clever, Jonass, the ringleader, is also raw and reckless. The gangster who overrode the police establishment is a bandit of multiple emotional dimensions. Capable of naked aggression, he is surprisingly thoughtful in moments of cerebral grace. Pragmatic, challenging, unrelenting, Nass is knotty and lethal.
His ability to quickly evaluate a difficult situation is the intellectual tool allowing him to get his way toward success and triumph. Callous demon used to the trick of the unbeliever, he is the intriguing face caricatured in the book of evil. Febrile but always in staunch order, his brothers follow, monolithic and brutal. Together, they plan and execute a memorable holdup.
PART I
CHAPTER 1
The Brothers
Under the blazing sun, the beach seemed impregnated with light. Disintegrated leaves swam over ponds of water, offering deceptive refuges to the birds. From time to time, a boy wandered around, screaming and throwing rocks toward the palms.
Sitting on the sand and forming a circle, the Conway brothers were planning a criminal action whose deadly consequences could change their lives for good.
They were born to one mother, five fathers, and in the same corrupt environment. Abhorrent products of incredible circumstances, they epitomized society’s outcasts. Once more, they had convened on a beach of Miami in order to put the last touch to a formidable conspiracy.
African Americans, they came from Atlanta, Georgia, where they left their wives and children.
Jonass, the ringleader: forty-six years old, thin, tall, violent, and rapid. Garry, the smiling thug: forty-four, chubby, and good looking. Edward, the fat mugger: forty-one, two hundred pounds, sensual, and a bit effeminate. Peter, the Atlanta vagabond: thirty-nine, nasty, and wicked. Jonathan, the baby-rapist: thirty-one, hateful, obstinate, large brown eyes
in a bumpy head.
Their story is one of paradoxes and extraordinary circumstances. Children, they were all adopted by privileged middle class Americans and they all went to well-accredited schools and universities. The first to enjoy such enviable support, Jonass showed the way to his siblings and, to the end, remained a dominant leader.
After they emancipated themselves from their adoptive parents’ cozy protection, something terrible happened that, forever, changed the course of their lives. About a year following his employment as a financial officer in a bank, Jonass got involved in a criminal collusion that sent him to jail for six years. Abetted by a professional swindler, he embezzled one hundred thousand dollars but got nothing of it. The crook disappeared with the money, leaving him exposed to the retribution of justice.
After serving three years in prison, he was released but could not find a job in his sensitive profession: no bank wanted to hire an ex-convict. Father figure to his younger siblings, they were painfully affected by his ordeal and, soon, found themselves in strange illegal connivances. Unable or unwilling to make the effort necessary to his social redemption, Jonass decided to do it his own way; but, selfishly, he dragged his younger brothers in an appalling criminal enterprise.
Their first misdeed, as a family, consisted in defrauding a supermarket by forging the manager’s signature to obtain the release of funds deposited in a local bank. That foolish action was quickly uncovered and they went to jail for two years. Released after serving their full sentence, they were angry as hell against a damned society that did not appreciate their stellar education. In a moment of rage, they decided to reclaim the name Conway given by their biological mother.
During the commission of a number of criminal actions
that ended with some successes and many failures, they were arrested and spent times in jail for robbery, swindle, kidnapping, and rape. Then, they get the break of their lives.
An oversight allowed Jonathan to overcome a local bank’s administrative scrutiny and be hired as an assistant in the Maintenance Department. For months, the brothers had been trying to infiltrate a financial institution. Using his experience and education, Jonass had conceived the plan to erode a bank from within.
Employed in the Hauss & Caust bank’s Maintenance Department, Jonathan became the soul of a horrendous conspiracy. Using a crooked system of physical intrusion, based on his job as a member of the maintenance team, he had mission to garner all kinds of information in order to execute the family’s great project.
Employees and managers of the bank never paid much attention to that boy who restlessly ran around, seemingly searching for work to do. His job as a member of the maintenance team allowed him to enter everywhere. He picked up garbage, fixed up tables, furnished refrigerators, and tirelessly scrutinized walls and ceilings in search of defects. Members of the bank’s personnel pitied the poor devil.
But Joe’s mind incubated terrible ideas. Frightening thoughts had taken hold of his bumpy head. After a life of hardships and humiliating endeavors, he was part of a conspiracy that could get him out of the hole. Through relentless perseverance and zeal, flattery and vicious interferences, he finally found the chink in the bank’s intricate armor. At the
beginning of a promising summer, God or Satan allowed him to trick his way to the executive alcove and to detain the code of a puzzle worthy of The Thousand and One Nights.
There was a playboy in the bank: the Vice-President himself. Jonass had instructed his brother to cajole him like a pet dog, so, he could become the man’s supplier of girls.
Through the Vice-President’s indiscretion, the conspirator was finally privy to the secret of the gods. Talking to a female teller Jonathan had lured in his niche, the co-manager said that a meeting would soon take place in the bank to determine the date of the big transfer. That was enough to arouse Joe’s curiosity. Following Jonass’ instruction, he had been trying hard to catch up with the managers.
Some previous mistakes had allowed him to pass important information to the ringleader who conceived plans and waited for an opportunity to take action. With cold blood and amazing audacity, they devised a deadly scheme.
Perseverant and unflinching, Jonass invited his brothers in the planning and execution of a devastating plot. It was life or death. Everything had to go on as planned; if not, all of them would be sent to the electric chair. Lot of blood had to be shed to reach the goal of the Conway’s conspiracy.
Joe accomplished an amazing feat. Using his position as a maintenance boy, he went inside and learned that a transfer of eleven million in 100-dollar bills would soon take place. The money would be transferred from The Hauss & Caust Bank in Miami to the Commercial State Bank in Palm Beach.
Three people were aware of the move: the President of the Hauss & Caust bank, Shariff Ganoot; the Vice-President, Marvin Johnson; and the Head Teller, Granola Donino. Jonathan shivered when Ganoot’s droning voice pronounced the revealing words, “It’s for April 17, at six o’clock in the morning.”
The Vice-President expressed concerns about the time. He thought that an attempt to rob the bank could be more successful at such an early hour. Ganoot replied that the contrary could happen: nobody would have the idea of such an operation at such a time.
The Vice-President did not insist. He was eager to get it done as quickly as possible. Fifty miles away, in a coastal nest, a girl twenty-five years his junior was waiting impatiently.
Crouched like a spider in his web, Jonathan had lain down in a coffer, behind Ganoot’s armchair, and did not miss a word. The people in the room would have been stunned to learn of what was going on. At the end of the meeting, Joe slipped furtively from the coffer. Sweating like hell, he sniggered and quickly disappeared.
Armed with reliable information, the baby rushed to his brothers’ den. During three meetings on a beach of Miami, they agreed to kill innocent people in order to plunder eleven million dollars.
It was not without fear they decided to commit a bloody crime. Despite their apparent bravado, they were aware of the consequences. Ex-convicts used to Florida’s tough system of judicial retribution, they approached it with a keen sense of responsibility.
“It’s unique occasion,” said Jonass anxiously. “We must carry our hearts in slings, execute this plan, and be successful... Brothers, imagine the consequence of a failure: it’s the chair… the most frightful spectacle…”
“We’ve, I believe, prepared everything,” Edward replied
in a rush. “The time has come to act.”
“You’re frivolous…” Peter retorted brashly. “You see easy success in a complicated deed... We must concentrate on Jonass’ plan and improve it.”
“Let’s talk about that,” said Jonass. “It’s imperative that each one of us plays his role as prescribed... You, Jonathan, must exert tight control in order for us to modify the plan, if necessary. You must be attentive to avoid suspicion…”
He turned toward Peter. “Pete, you made a mistake… Why did you buy the handgun? I thought we’ve agreed to use sniper’s rifles...”
“I want to keep the revolver,” Peter answered timidly. “The rifles are the weapons we’ll use...”
“Where do we get them?” asked Jonathan.
“Girard had already taken care of it…” Jonass nodded with a faint smile. “For the last two days, Ed and Garry have been practicing…”
“It’s dangerous to use the service of a crook like Girard,” Jonathan warned them. “He can’t be trusted.”
“Joe is right,” Garry agreed aggressively. “The police go far in their investigations. After a good look, they’ll identify the weapons.”
“Girard is a good man…” said Jonass. “It’s a difficult situation… We can’t be too picky.”
“That’s what you always say,” Garry shook his head nervously. “I think he is a fool...”
“Nobody can undertake such action without risk,” Jonass appeared relaxed but in control. “I see no other way to get the weapons. Girard has no idea on what they’ll be used for.”
“This is an important matter,” Garry grumbled forcefully. “After the action, it’ll be hell. No stone will stay unturned...
A prize will be offered for information leading to the arrest of the authors of the crime.”
“Okay… okay,” Peter sounded impatient and annoyed. “The acquisition of the guns is not irrefutable evidence… Only such a proof calls for legal prosecution.”
“Not true,” retorted Jonathan. “The criminal record of Jonass, the buyer, will corroborate his guilt.”
“I say it’s impossible to undertake such action without risks,” Jonass replied calmly. “We’re being extremely careful. I don’t think we can do better.”
“Anyway,” added the ringleader, “nobody will ever find traces of the rifles.”
There was a moment of silence; then, Jonass said, “We’re setting a lethal plot... I ask you to concentrate on the plan and make sure nothing is left to chance… The impact of each step is crucial.”
“The design is good,” Garry replied proudly. “We’re assembling the last weapons… I enumerate constantly the instruments of our struggle. We’re doing the very best.”
“Each one of us has a role he must play with flexibility,” said Peter. “I’m happy to see our motivation and awareness of the danger...”
“Those nice words can never replace a good settlement,” Jonass looked brave and fearless. “Let’s take another look at the plan…”
Pulling a paper from his pocket, he unfolded and exposed it on the sand.
“Here is the Hauss & Caust Bank…” he fingered a dark spot on the paper. “The armored-car will stop in front of the back entrance and the driver’s door will offer a clear ta
rget. We decided to kill the guards because that will facilitate our
retreat...”
He looked at Jonathan, nodded, and continued, “Usually, the driver stands on the right side of the wagon while the other guard entersthe bank to pick up the money. We know this time things will be done differently. Because of the high volume of currency, both guards will enter the building. Is that right, Joe?”
“Yes,” the baby ruffled his hair. “That’s right…”
“The shape of the scene allows us to place Garry on top of this hillock…” Jonass showed what he was talking about. “Armed with a sniper’s rifle, he’ll hit the guards easily… See that wall over there… It’s a good hiding spot... We’ve inspected it, Pete and I… It’s there that Ed will be placed with another rifle…”
He paused for a moment, shook his head, and said, “The security guards will come back rapidly toward the wagon. Garry and Ed will have about five seconds to kill them… Pete and I will be waiting in that canal … Do you see it?”
The four brothers nodded.
“Pete and I will rush ahead, snatch the sacks, and go on to take place in a car parked at the intersection of Socco Street… In order to cover our retreat, Ed and Garry will flee the moment after. They’ll leave in another vehicle placed here, in Goma Lane…” Jonass pointed to the place on the map.
“Three of the four vehicles will be rented with fake identifications,” he was relentless. “After the hit, everything will go fast… Pete and I will move east, in Socco street… Ed and Garry will go in the same direction, through Goma Lane… We’ll ride carefully... The worse scenario would be to get caught for speeding.”
“Did you consider the schedule of the bank’s personnel?” asked Peter. “It’s a meaningful detail.”
“The bank is accessible to the personnel at seven o’clock in the morning,” Jonathan explained carefully. “Besides the President and the Vice-President, two supervisors have clearance to get in at any hour. They’ve the key and use it frequently.”