Private Deceptions

by Glenn, Roy

  "If you ever met Chilly, you’d know what I mean. He’s an asshole. I wish Gee could get away from him."

  "I guess you don’t like your brother in-law much."

  "That’s a good guess. But hate him would be more like the truth of the matter. The way he treats Gee is terrible. I wish he were dead."

  "Okay. Other than that, any reason why you think Chilly is involved?"

  "When Jake left here he said he was goin’ to see Chilly. Then he disappeared. Chilly is, well, —, he’s a drug dealer, but I guess you already know all of that."

  "Your sister did mention that."

  "I’m sure Gee told you alotta stuff. I know I would tell you anything you wanted to know. You married?"

  "No." I smiled and she licked her lips. "I’ve never been married."

  "Good for you."

  "Do you have any idea what your brother was goin’ to see Chilly about?"

  "No, Jake never talked to me much about what he was doin’. I always thought that all those computations and calculations was pretty boring stuff. I like things, and men, that are a bit more exciting in my life."

  "Just what excites you, Miss Rollins?"

  "One day, when you have some free time, I’ll have to show you just what excites me." She smiled at me and stood up. The sash on her robe came free. "I’m going to get a drink. Can I get you something?" she inquired, as she took her time retying it.

  "Johnnie Walker Black, straight up, if you have it." I was wrong. She had on a blue bra and panties under the robe, but they were see-through. She turned and walked over to the bar. "You know Jake’s girlfriend, Lisa Ellison?"

  "Yeah, I know her."

  "You talk to her much?"

  "We speak when I see her. Which isn’t very often."

  "Are they close?"

  "If you’re asking me if she was the only one he was seeing, I couldn’t say. Jake keeps his business to himself." She sat down and handed me my drink.

  "You know who this is?" I handed her the picture.

  "Ooooh, Jake." She looked up at me and smiled. She handed the picture back to me. "No, Nick, I don’t know who she is. You show that to Gee yet?"

  "No. But I will next time I see her."

  "Rocky might know who she is."

  "Rocky, that’s Jake’s friend from Philly. You know him?"

  "Sure, I know Rocky. He used to live down the block from us. Him and Jake ran track together. He works for Chilly now."

  "What does he do for Chilly, Miss Rollins?"

  "Chésará, please, Chésará. Say it with me, Che - sa - rá." I smiled and laughed a little at her. "He sells dope for him. I hear he’s a good earner."

  "This is a very nice place you have here."

  "Thank you. I decorated it myself."

  "You have excellent taste."

  "In more ways than you can possibly imagine." Chésará said, and repositioned herself on the couch.

  I chose to over look the tone of her remark. "What do you do, Chésará? You a part of the family business?"

  "No. I’m not part of the family business. Gee pays for all this. Didn’t she tell you?"

  "No, she didn’t."

  "Well, Nick. You mind if I call you, Nick?"

  "Not at all."

  "Good." She declared, and moved closer to me. "I hate to be so formal. But like I was sayin’, I have no desire to be involved in their business."

  "Just spend the money," I said with a smile.

  "You know what they say, Nick, OPM."

  "OPM?"

  "Always use other peoples money."

  "You something else, girl."

  "You talk real nice to me and I just might have to show you just what that something is."

  "You talk real nice to me and I just might think about letting you. But I have work to do first."

  "Hmm. Go ahead, keep talking. I like the way you work. But I warn you, I like to talk."

  "So I’ve heard."

  "Gee say that about me?"

  "No, she didn’t."

  "Then who?"

  "I have ways of finding out things I need to. That is, like, what I do. Find things out about people." Chésará tipped her head and looked strangely at me. Why don’t you just tell her that you have her sister’s house bugged and her brother in-law said that about her? I didn’t mean to say it, but it was out there now. The telephone rang.

  "Hello."

  Saved by the bell.

  "Hi, Gee."

  It was her. I sat up straight. I got excited just knowing she was on the phone. Chésará looked at me and smiled. I tried to hear what Mrs. Childers was sayin’, but I couldn’t.

  "Your private dick is here. You sure know how to pick them."

  Whatever Mrs. Childers was sayin’ to her, it wiped the seductive smile off her face.

  "Bye, Gee." Chésará hung up the phone. She looked at me, the seductive smile returned just as quickly as it left. "That was Gee on the phone."

  "Really, what did she say?"

  "That I should stop tryin’ to flirt with you and cooperate."

  I smiled.

  "You like my sister don’t you, Nick?"

  "What makes you say that, Miss, I mean, Chésará?"

  "The funny look you get on your face anytime I mention her."

  "How do I look?"

  She made a funny face and laughed. "Your know, eyes all glazed over. Gee has that effect on men. So do I."

  "I noticed."

  "Once we have a man, it’s hard for him to resist us. Like this guy Gee kicked it with for a while. He just won’t leave her alone."

  My back stiffened. "What do you mean?"

  "If Gee knew I told you this, she’d freak." Chésará repositioned herself on the couch, which only proved to expose more cleavage. She was flirting even when she wasn’t. "While Gee was in St. Martin, she met this guy at the hotel bar. He was there with his wife and kids. Well, he told Gee that he was from Brooklyn. That he owned a used car lot on Utica Avenue. He gave her his card. So Gee called him and they got together a few times. Now he won’t leave her alone."

  "Why doesn’t she want to see him anymore?"

  "’Cause he can’t fuck. Gee said that he couldn’t keep it up long enough to do anything for her. Gee said she rocked the house two times and he came."

  "Don’t you hate it when that happens?"

  "I’m sayin’."

  "Why doesn’t she just tell him that? If a woman ever said that to me, I’d stop bothering her."

  "But no woman ever told you anything close to that, have they, Nick?"

  "No. They haven’t."

  "I bet you put on a good show." There she goes with her hand on my thigh again. "But I promised Gee I’d stop flirting." She didn’t move her hand though. "She did tell him that. Told him to his face that his dick was little and he couldn’t satisfy her."

  "How’d he take it?"

  "Bad. So now he’s blackmailing her."

  "Blackmail?"

  "That same night before she told him that, somebody took a picture of them. But right before the picture gets snapped, this fool kisses her."

  "Now he wants money or he’ll show it to Chilly," I said.

  "And Chilly will kill her."

  "What’s his name?"

  "Ben Josephs."

  "Did she pay him?"

  "Of course she did. At first Gee threatened to tell his wife, but he didn’t seem to care. Told her to go ahead a tell her. She won’t believe it anyway. Besides, Gee couldn’t take that chance, Chilly would kill her. So she paid him, but now he wants more."

  "How much?"

  "She gave him five thousand dollars the first time, and ten more last night. She just told me that he wants another twenty."

  "Where would I find him?"

  "I don’t know where he lives, but I guess you can find him at the car lot he owns in Brooklyn."

  "Why are you telling me all this, Chésará?"

  "‘Cause if you really like Gee, you’ll take this guy off her neck."
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  "Maybe I’ll talk to him."

  "If you do, don’t say anything about me telling you this to Gee. She would be mad at me."

  "It’ll be our little secret."

  "Something we can share. I like the thought of that."

  "Thanks for seeing me, Chésará." I stood up and finished my drink. "And for the drink."

  Chésará stood up; her sash came free again. She didn’t bother to retie it this time. She locked her arm in mine and walked with me to the door. "You come on back when you have more time. To talk."

  "I just might."

  "You make sure that you do. You’ll find me to be a brilliant conversationalist. People tell me that I’m very oral, when the conversation is stimulating."

  "I’d be interested to see."

  Wanda shook her head disapprovingly. "I see you still have a way with the women, Nick." She mentioned. "Why didn’t she just come right out and say she wanted to fuck you."

  "I don’t know, Wanda. Why don’t you ask her?"

  "I don’t think so, Nick. I learned a long time ago not to get between you and your women."

  "What’s that supposed to mean?" I demanded, but she and I both knew she was talking about Camille.

  Now why she wanna go and do that?

  "Nevermind, Nick. What did you think of the sister? Other than the obvious, I mean."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Open up, Nick. I’m not Kirk. This is me, you know, Wanda. I’m only trying to help you. We go too far back for you to be so defensive with me, Nick."

  "I’m sorry, Wanda."

  "I just wanted to know if you thought she was telling you the truth, that’s all."

  "I thought so. I didn’t think she had any reason to lie about what she told me."

  "It seemed like she wasn’t all that concerned about her brother being missing. I think she was more concerned with gettin’ her freak on with you."

  "Whatever gave you that impression?" I smiled.

  "Come on, Nick. Very oral. If that wasn’t an invitation to come back and get some head, I don’t know what it was. I’m very oral."

  "Like you said, Wanda, I just have that affect on women."

  "Yeah. I guess you do."

  * * *

  Chapter Five

  The more I thought about it, the more I knew that I needed to know who and what I was up against. I knew where to go, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go there. Freeze would know, I knew he would. Freeze always knew everything about everybody. If he didn’t know, he either knew how to find out or it wasn’t worth knowing. It had been ten years since I’d seen Freeze. Ten years since I had tried to close the door on my past. Maybe it was time to re-open that door.

  Besides, I was hungry and I hadn’t eaten anything all day. So I drove to Cuisine. I entered the supper club and looked around for Freeze. I was surprised at what a nice place it was. Nothing like the spots we used to run back in the day. Not seeing Freeze anywhere, I allowed the hostess to seat me at a table.

  "Is Freeze here?"

  "Who?"

  I smiled and continued to look over the menu. "Just tell Freeze that Nick Simmons would like to see him."

  The hostess walked away.

  It wasn’t too long before I looked up and saw Freeze coming toward my table; wearing a suit. "Nick! What’s up?"

  "You tell me. You’re the man. In a suit no less."

  "Fuck that shit. How the fuck are you, man?" Freeze sat down and motioned for a waitress. Two responded to his motion. "What are you drinkin’, Nick?"

  "Johnny Black, straight up."

  "Bring me the usual. You hungry, Nick?"

  "Yeah, I haven’t eaten all day."

  "You see anything on the menu you want? Never mind, I know you’ll eat anything," Freeze said, turning his attention to the waitresses. "Tell the cook to make whatever he’s best at for Nick, and you know what to bring me. You, get the drinks." And with that both women rushed off to carry out his orders.

  "Do two waitresses always come when you call? And what’s up with the suit?"

  "Hey, this is a legitimate, upscale supper club. I gotta look the part. But nevermind all that, Nick. What’s up with you?"

  "I’ve been all right, man."

  "Damn, it’s good to see you, Nick. You should come around more often."

  "You know what’s up with that."

  "That stupid shit between you and Bobby." Freeze shook his head. "You need to let that shit go."

  "Has Bobby let it go?"

  "Not far as I know. He doesn’t talk about it. He gets all quiet and shit when you bring it up."

  "Then it’s still on."

  Freeze laughed. "Yeah, I guess it is. But that shouldn’t stop you. You and me been through too much."

  Knowing Freeze was right; I let it pass without comment. "How’s Black?"

  "Doin’ good. Island life agrees with him."

  "When’s the last time you talked to him?"

  "Talked to him this morning." Freeze announced as our drinks arrived. "Black calls me every morning. He likes to keep his hand in. You know how Black is. Shit ain’t changed."

  "He get up here much?"

  "Every once in awhile. He don’t like bein’ away from Shy for too long."

  "I can’t believe Black’s strung out like that."

  "You ain’t seen Shy."

  "She all that?"

  "She’s worth the price of admission. You oughta go down there. Ain’t like you ain’t been invited."

  "Black don’t wanna see me. I called him a few times when I got back, but we never hooked up. Then he was gone."

  "Shit was crazy back then for him and Shy." The waitress returned with our food, Prime Rib. I started eating it like I hadn’t eaten in weeks. "You think Black is still mad at you ’cause you left?"

  "Ain’t he?"

  "Hell, no. He wasn’t mad at you, not really anyway. He understood why you felt you had to go like that. He knew that shit with you and Bobby was gonna end with one of y’all bein’ dead. What Black couldn’t understand was why you joined the army to fight for the government when your homies was fightin’ a war right here. But he respected your decision. Shit, Black respected you. Said you were the most disciplined man he ever met."

  "I was a soldier even then. That’s why he made me work with you. Your ass was wide-open back then. Wanted to blast everybody."

  "Damn near did."

  "Black thought you needed discipline. And he was right, but look at you now."

  "A lot’s changed since you been gone."

  "I see this. This is really a step up from The Late Night."

  "Damn, The Late Night. I haven’t thought about that place in years. We had some good times —" Freeze paused and looked at me. I guess he remembered the last time I was there that Bobby tried to kill me. "And some bad times." Freeze laughed a little. "Anyway, this ain’t that type of place. The Late Night was just that. A late-night hang out. We are marketing to a different clientele."

  "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, Chésará
."

  "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 somethin’ 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 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. Waitin’ 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.