Payback ambs-3

by Roy Glenn

  Nick stood up and got two other guns out of the suitcase. "Where we goin’?"

  "Eight Mile Rock."

  While Mike drove, Nick told Mike exactly what happen that afternoon at Black’s Paradise. Mike listened without comment until they reached a house off the main road. "Let’s go," Mike said as he got out of the car. Nick followed Mike to the door. He knocked twice and the door opened. A man with an AK47 stepped to the side to let them in.

  "He here?" Mike asked.

  "In the back," the man answered and escorted them out the back door to the pool. There were four men, all armed, sitting around the pool. Three of them jumped to their feet when they saw Mike. Slowly, the fourth man turned around. He smiled when he saw Mike coming toward him.

  "What’s up, Black?" Jamaica stood up. Then he saw Nick. "Is that Nick?"

  "That’s him, Trouble Man in person," Mike said.

  "What’s up, Jamaica?" Nick said, remembering that Trouble Man was what they used to call him when they were growing up. At the time, it was because of Nick’s fondness for the Marvin Gaye song. Now, at this time, the name took on a whole new meaning.

  "Been a long time, Nick," Jamaica said, reclaiming his seat. "You still drinking that Johnnie Black?"

  "Yeah, but I’ll pass. I think I’ve done enough drinking today," Nick replied and sat down.

  Mike walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass of Remy Martin. "You heard anything yet, Jay?"

  "The word on the rock is they come to do business. They go ’round talkin’ ’bout they gon’ make big money. Them say that Conchie Joe have plenty money."

  "Nick, when they left, did they have the money with them?" Mike asked. "Where was the dope?"

  "I didn’t see any drugs or money change hands. And now that I think about it, I didn’t see Roman with anything that might have had money in it."

  "Maybe they were just meeting to set up the buy," Nick said.

  "Maybe," Jamaica said. "But me hear that the deal was to be done today."

  "But if the deal was to get done today, then where was his backup? You can’t sit there and tell me that the DEA is about to do what sounds like a major bust, and the agent is in there by himself. And even if today wasn’t the day, why didn’t he have any backup? It just doesn’t make sense." Mike walked over to the pool and sat down on the diving board. "You got names on these bandits?"

  "Not yet, but me have me brethren out lookin’ for them," Jamaica said. "Me have someone at the airport and at the dock. Them have to charter a plane or a boat to get off the island."

  "Send someone around to all the people we know that charter. If they try to get off the island, I wanna know about it," Mike said as the phone rang.

  Jamaica answered. "Hello."

  "Me find a man at the dock," one of Jamaica’s men said. "Him say that he see Shy and two men get on a boat. Him think he hear them say they goin’ to Miami."

  "Him sure ’bout that?" Jamaica asked.

  "Me don’t know. I just tell you what him tell me."

  "What was the name of the boat?"

  "Destiny."

  Chapter Three

  Jamaica wasted no time giving Mike the information he had just received. Mike picked up the phone and made arrangements to have a chartered plane meet them at the airport. Then he called Bobby in New York. "What’s goin’ on down there, Mike? You find her?" Bobby asked.

  "No. I need you to meet me in Miami."

  "You got it. I’ll call you from the airport."

  "Let me talk to Freeze," Mike said.

  "He had to go handle something. I’ll tell you about it when I see you."

  "Okay, you get down here as soon as you can. Let me speak to Wanda."

  Bobby handed the Wanda the phone and left the office at Cuisine. "Hello, Mike," she said. "Have you heard anything yet?"

  "Yeah. Do you have anybody in Miami?"

  "We got a couple of good people. What do you need?"

  "I need you to find out everything you can about a boat named Destiny. I wanna know where it’s docked and who owns it, and find out fast. I’m on my way there now."

  "You find Nick?"

  "He’s with me."

  "He was with Freeze last night. He can tell you what Freeze is dealing with."

  "You just find out what’s up with that boat, Wanda," Mike said and hung up the phone. "Jamaica, you have the brethren meet me at the airport with whoever gave them this information. I wanna talk to him myself." Mike turned to Nick. "What’s goin’ on with Freeze?"

  "Huh?" Nick answered, not knowing what Mike was talking about.

  "Bobby said Freeze had to go handle something, and Wanda told me that you were with him last night and that you could tell me what Freeze had to go handle."

  "There were some guys posted up, tryin’ to roll at Doc’s place last night. Freeze thinks they work for Derrick Washington, calls himself D-train. He used to be Chilly’s lieutenant."

  "Curl? That bitch nigga ain’t got the heart to take Freeze on," Mike said, thinking that somebody must be backing D-Train up.

  Jamaica sat in the front seat and talked on his cell phone while one of his men drove. Nick sat quietly behind the driver while Mike stared out the window. Naturally, his mind was on Shy, hoping that she was at least unharmed, if not safe. But there was something, a few things, actually, about this that werewas bothering him. First off, why would somebody plan a drug deal in his place? Anybody who was anybody who was connected to the game knew who he was and knew that Black’s Paradise was his place, and the one thing Mike Black didn’t tolerate was drug dealing. Then he couldn’t get past the DEA agent being in there with no backup.

  Mike looked over at Nick and he leaned toward him. "I’m sorry, Black. This is all my fault. I was too slow taking the shot."

  "Don’t worry about it. What’s done is done. Besides, I should have been there. Something I wanna ask you, Nick. This DEA agent, what was his name?"

  "Roman Patterson."

  "This guy, this Roman Patterson, how well did you know him?"

  "I knew him pretty well. We were in the same unit for two years when I was in the Army."

  "What kind of guy was he?" Mike asked. "Was he a team player or a cowboy?"

  "Team player, no doubt. Always about procedure, everything by the book."

  "See, Nick, that’s what’s bothering me. Cowboys go in alone, without any backup, ’cause a cowboy always thinks that he can shoot or fight his way out of anything. Like you, Nick."

  "Me?"

  "Yes, you." Mike laughed. "I heard you rolled up in Rocky’s place by yourself," he said, noting that Nick had rolled up in a den of drug dealers and killers by himself.

  "Twice."

  "Risky business."

  "I seem to remember you fallin’ up in a bunch of places by yourself. So, if I am a cowboy, I learned that shit from you," Nick said.

  "I only did that shit when I knew I would be all right. If I thought there was a possibility that shit would get wild, either you or Freeze or Bobby was coming with me."

  "You knew that we had your back," Nick said, now proud of the life that he ran away from for years.

  "That’s what I can’t get past. What was your boy doin’ up in there without backup?"

  "We’ll find her, Black," Nick said, trying to sound reassuring.

  "I hope so, Nick. I hope so," Mike said and looked out the window. "It’s still good to see you, Nick."

  "It’s good to see you too, Black." Good to be home, Nick thought.

  While Mike stared out the window, he recalled the argument he had with Shy the night before. Thinking back on it now, it wasn’t worth it. He knew that all that shit Shy was talking about him and other women was just a smoke screen to mask what was really bothering her. But if he really wanted to be honest with himself, Shy did have a point. If he wanted to, he could do something to discourage women from literally throwing themselves at him. In his mind, he wasn’t doing anything, so there wasn’t a problem. But apparently, Shy had a d
ifferent perception of what was going on, and after all, perception is reality.

  Shy felt like women openly showing their affection for her husband was disrespectful. But to Mike, it was all business, making sure his customers, especially the women, were having a good time. Happy women come back, stay longer, and make men spend more money. Strictly business. Nothing more. Mike loved Shy, and nothing any of those women had to offer was of any interest to him. He knew that, and believed that Shy should know it too. Mike felt like Shy should trust him.

  Even though that wasn’t her real issue, Shy raised it so strongly that Mike let it get under his skin. So, when Shy finally got around to what was really bothering her, he was on fire from what he considered her repeated attacks on his fidelity and commitment to their relationship. The truth of the matter was that Shy hadn’t really been all that happy on the island.

  "It’s not you, Michael, or anything that you’re doing. Please believe that. I just wanna go home," Shy said to him the night before. "And if that means that I have to go to jail, then I would rather do that than spend the rest of my life here." That’s when he lost his mind. But he knew now that he shouldn’t have. If going back to New York would make her happy, and she believed it so strongly that she was willing to do time, then he should have been willing to hear her out. How bad could it be? With his money and contacts, he could have easily had the case heard before a sympathetic judge, and Wanda could have pled it down to something minor.

  Truth is, Mike wanted Shy out of New York. He strongly believed that her life was in jeopardy every second that she was there, not only because of what she was doing, but also because of him. His enemies knew that she was his weakness, and Shy would be a way for them to get to him. And he wasn’t having it. It was safer for her if both of them were out of the city and out of the game, or so he thought.

  When they arrived at the charter plane, Jamaica’s men were waiting with the man who saw Shy being abducted. Mike recognized him as soon as he saw him. His name was Harold Elgin. Mike had known Mr. Elgin during the days when he was a number runner back in New York, before circumstances forced him to return home to Freeport. The moment Mr. Elgin saw Mike coming, he rose to his feet. "Mr. Black," he said as Mike shook his hand.

  "Thank you for taking the time to talk to me," Mike said.

  "No problem, but your friends here didn’t leave me with any choice." Mr. Elgin turned to Jamaica. "You should teach your men some manners, you know. Respect for their elders would help, maybe."

  Mike stepped in front of Jamaica’s men. "You will show this man respect. The same respect you show me."

  "Yah mon, respect, no," they echoed as Mike turned his attention to Mr. Elgin.

  "Please accept my apology for their disrespect, Mr. Elgin," Mike said as the two walked away together. "These young boys don’t have any respect for anything except power and money."

  "Not like the old days, you know. Back then, you show a mon respect until he proved himself unworthy of that respect. But under the given circumstances, I understand."

  "Tell me what you saw."

  "I was down by the docks earlier today when I heard some commotion. When I look, I see your wife on the ground. Two men were standing above her. She didn’t appear to be hurt. As I think back, I believe that she was trying to get my attention."

  "What makes you think that?"

  "Because when I turn to see, she was looking at me the entire time. As they drag her to she feet, she continue to look at me. And I am sure she mouth the words help me. When I move closer, I hear her ask ‘where are you taking me?’ The white man say they were taking a little trip to Miami."

  "Are you sure about that?"

  "I may be an old mon and not worthy of young mon’s respect, but I can still hear."

  "Did you recognize the men?"

  "No. I never see them before."

  "What they look like, Mr. Elgin?"

  "I didn’t get a really good look, but as I say, one was white and the other was of Latin descent. It appeared that he was hurt. I say this because him move slow and hold his stomach the whole time."

  "Anything else you can tell me about them?"

  "No, that is all I can tell you. Mr. Black, I am sorry to say that I did nothing to help your wife. It happen so quickly, and I don’t carry a gun anymore."

  "No need to apologize, Mr. Elgin. If you had tried to help her, those men would have killed you," Mike said as Nick walked up on them.

  "The plane is ready, Black. We gotta go," Nick said.

  "Thank you, Mr. Elgin. You’ve been a big help getting this information to us," Mike said as he walked toward the plane.

  "No problem, Mr. Black."

  Chapter Four

  Freeze walked into Cynt’s, a gambling club they had run for years. He had received a call from Cynt that there were some men who had posted up in the back of her spot, and they appeared to be selling drugs. The night before, he and Nick had a run-in with two other men who were trying to set up shop at another one of the spots they ran. Freeze was confident that these were not the same men, because those men were no longer breathing.

  As he wandered around the spot looking for Cynt, Freeze was surprised but not shocked to see Travis Burns sitting by the bar, enjoying the company of two dancers. Travis, along with Jackie Washington and Ronnie Grier, were a robbing crew that made Freeze plenty of money. This was the first time that he had seen Travis since Freeze killed Ronnie over a business matter concerning his long-time female associate, Paulleen. After that, Travis and Jackie did an occasional job, but only if there was enough money involved and absolutely no risk.

  As Freeze walked toward Travis, he looked around for Jackie, who, unlike Travis, was gambling at Cynt’s all the time. Not too long after Ronnie’s murder, Jackie approached Freeze about her desire to have someone assassinated, but when she told him that the person was Me’shelle Lawrence, Travis’s ex-girlfriend, Freeze declined and told Jackie to get over it. However, every time Jackie looked at Travis and saw the pain in his eyes, she knew that she wouldn’t get over it until Me’shelle was dead.

  "Mind if I join you?" Freeze said as Travis turned slowly and looked at him.

  "This is your world, Freeze. I’m just trying to live in it."

  "I hadn’t seen you around much lately, Travis. What’s been up?"

  "Nothing, man. Just trying to make a living, same as always," Travis replied. He had a feeling that it was Freeze who killed Ronnie, or at the very least, had him killed, but he had no desire to die trying to get revenge.

  "I’m just sayin’, you don’t come up here anymore like you used to, and you have Jackie bring me my taste from your jobs."

  "Yeah, well, Jackie’s up here all the time doin’ her thing anyway. Why not let her do it?"

  "Yeah, okay, whatever." Freeze looked around the room. "Jackie here?"

  "Of course she is. She’s downstairs doin’ her thing. Why?"

  "You strapped?"

  "No."

  "I may need you and her to back me up," Freeze told Travis, even though he knew he could handle the situation without him. It was more important to know where his head was. "And I need to know if I can count on you."

  "You know you can," Travis said. "Like you said, whatever went down was business, not personal, and got nothing to do with you and me," Travis said to let Freeze know that he knew what was going on, but he was still loyal to him.

  "Here," Freeze said and discreetly passed a Travis a gun.

  "I’ll go get Jackie," Travis said.

  Freeze followed Travis downstairs to the gambling area where, as expected, they found Jackie, doin’ her thing. Only nowadays, Jackie wasn’t losing at poker anymore.

  Early one morning, around four a.m., Mike Black came into the gambling area while Jackie was literally losing her shirt. She waved and smiled when she saw him standing directly across from her, and Mike nodded his head in response. Jackie thought Mike Black was sexy from the first time she met him. Although she’d never admit
it to anyone, Jackie had the kind of crush that a young girl has on her teacher. It had gotten to the point where Jackie thought about making herself available for him.

  Mr. Black, Mike Black, but you are so married. So, we can be cool or whatever, but I gotta respect your wife, Jackie told her mirror one day.

  Mike stood and watched while Jackie continued drop to money on losing hands. Once he had seen enough, Mike went and sat down. When Jackie lost all her money and got up from the table, Mike motioned for her to join him.

  "Bad night," Mike said to her, stating the obvious.

  "No more than any other night." Jackie laughed, trying to make light of it.

  "Freeze says that you’re good people; that you and your boy are good earners. But you’re here a lot. Drop a lot of money." Mike signaled a waitress for a drink.

  "I’d say that was the truth."

  "It’s the way you play," Mike said nonchalantly.

  "What do you mean?"

  "I watched you play. I could tell when you had a good hand, and when your cards weren’t shit. I could tell when you were nervous. I could even tell every time you had a strong card, and when you were bluffing."

  "Could you let me in on it, or is it a secret? I lost a lot of money to the house too. Your house."

  "No, I don’t mind tellin’ you, Jackie. It’s written all over your face. It’s your eyes, actually."

  Jackie smiled. "So, you were looking at my eyes?"

  "You have very pretty eyes, but they betray you every hand. All anyone you’re gambling with has to do is watch your eyes."

  "Anything else?" Jackie asked as the waitress set a glass of Remy Martin VSOP in front of Mike and asked her if she wanted anything.

  "Hennessy."

  "You’re reckless and greedy."

  "Reckless and greedy!" Jackie barked, looking very incensed. "What do you mean by that?"

  Mike took a sip of his Remy. "Before I answer your question, let me ask you one."

  "Okay, go ahead," Jackie said excitedly. This was the longest conversation she’d had with Mike, and she planned on dragging it out for as long as she could. And that voice, hmm. Maybe I gave up on you a bit too soon, Mr. Black, Mike Black.