Justifiable Homicide

by Waggoner, Robert C.

  Robin was ready as he made his way back down the stairs to the third floor. He listened again at Dennis’s door and heard the TV still on. There was an old elevator in use and as about the time his mother should arrive Robin moved around the corner watching to see who was coming. The old elevator creaked to a halt and sure enough mother raced to his door banging on it. Robin was there in a flash putting his hand over her mouth waiting for the door to open as he tried it once and it was locked. Robin again was lucky as no one came to see what the noise was all about. Probably used to it, he thought. The door opened until the chain stopped it and Robin gave it nudge and popped the chain off moving quickly into the living room with mother trying to bite him. Robin pointed the gun at Dennis who was savvy about such things and then put his hands in the air. Robin pushed mother down onto the sagging two legged sofa and told her to shut up.

  Robin said, “Dennis sit with your worthless mother and don’t say a word.” Dennis did as he was told and sat holding his mother’s hand. “Before you both die, I’m instructed to tell you this: Mother of a child molester how could you condone what you bred and raised. Did you as most mothers do under these circumstances abuse the boy when he was little? Like punish him for jacking off or something like that?”

  Mother had regained her composure a little and said, “Little Dennis played with his penis and I burned his hand for doing such a despicable thing.”

  Robin laughed and said, “Well now, how many times have you done the very same to your husband?”

  “Never as we have straight sex once a week or month and that is all he gets,” she said defiantly. Now her arms were crossed in front of her as Robin looked at this woman who looked as cold and sexless as a snowstorm in New England.

  One more question and then I might let you live to tell this tale. “How can you justify having your son here on the streets after what he has done for the last fifteen years?”

  “He’s under treatment and getting better. He gets the best care available.”

  By now Robin had had a gut full of this woman and he said, “You can save your son from a terrible death by doing one thing for him. If you love him so much you can give your son the blow job of his life. Say no and I will slowly kill him in front of your eyes; say yes and I will make it quick.”

  Mothers eyes were wide open and her mouth fell down to her sagging chin. She looked at her pleading son’s eyes and nodded yes and said, “If you promise to make it quick I will obey.”

  “One more thing, mother of a son who will rot in hell, you will swallow every drop of his vile seed and lick it dry.” Robin motioned Dennis to drop his pants and shorts. He stood up and did what he was told. Robin sat on the edge of an old chair and watched with hatred boiling up in him and about to boil over from the sight he saw.

  When Dennis dropped his pants he noticed his dick was hardly visible His mother at eye level with the little thing poking its nose just barely through the pubic hair reached out tentatively and held it like it was a treasured diamond. Clearly she had no idea how to do this so Dennis helped her by stroking his short nubbin and Robin saw it growing out to about three inches long. Mother took it in her mouth and moved back and forth and the dumb shit son actually was enjoying it with a smile on his face as he pumped back and forth helping her out. It went on longer than Robin thought and then Dennis gave a grunt and filled her mouth up with his seed. She coughed and choked a little but did her best to lick it dry. Then she wiped her mouth and turned to Robin and said, “Well I fulfilled my part of the bargain and now how about you doing your part.”

  Robin actually laughed and said, “I might let you live if you do a good job on me like you did on your son.” Dennis was still standing there with his pants around his feet and his little dick went back home among its nest of hair. Robin motioned Dennis to sit down and put a silenced bullet into his forehead. Mother was so shocked she didn’t say a word or scream. Robin then walked up to her as she laid her head on her sons shoulder and put one in her temple.

  Robin then eased out the door and up the stairs to the roof. He repelled down the rope to the alley and found his car untouched by any bad guys. He drove back to the airport where after he disposed of the gloves and gun he was sent, booked a first class seat back to LA. He’d decided to take a little rest and spend some time on the beach girl watching. Life for him was starting to mean something after all these years of drudgery.

  28.

  Joy meanwhile was in New York City at an old haunt on the lower east side just off Orchard where the average yuppie would never think about having a drink. It was so dark you almost had to feel your way to the bar if you could find room. Day and night mostly guys and a few girls hung around telling true stories of their exploits abroad. Before coming her Joy had e-mailed her whereabouts and now sat at the bar sipping a brew. She didn’t like to drink, but this was hardly the place to order a Shirley Temple.

  She looked at the gorilla bar keep with a massive head that was as bald and shinny, which glistened like the light shinning from the ball onto of a flag pole. He wore a tank top and black hair rose from probably at the bottom of his feet to the eyebrows and black as the light in the bar. Joy had asked him if he’d seen Pectoris, a name given him due to his large pects across his chest. The Keep just looked at her with eyes of suspicion and shrugged his huge shoulders. That meant he was around and not out of country. Joy laid a Ben Franklin on the bar and sipped her warming beer. After her eyes adjusted she saw only one other girl besides her at the opposite end of the bar glaring at her for what reason who knows, she thought. The other men who looked like strike breakers from the twenties took one long look at her and left her alone. This place was sacred and no one fucked with anyone else. Just knowing the place made you a life time member and walking in meant you had real notches on your six shooter.

  After two hours and her butt getting tired from the hard stool, Joy was about to give it up and come back later tonight. Her watch, thank god, was a see in the dark piece and it said just after seven pm. She was getting a little hungry when the door opened letting in the light that must have looked like when the baby Jesus was born flood the door way for three seconds then closed with a bang. Heads turned and then turned back as it was only Pectoris and not Jesus standing there letting his eyes adjust before finding an empty stool. Pect, as Joy watched him, took off his sun glasses even though outside was cloudy and snow was spitting whispering that more was coming, and a white toothy smile rose up around his nose seeing Joy sitting there smiling back at him. He strode over and gave her a bear hug then sat down beside her. He never said a word as he looked her over and after the Keep came over with a cold beer, he said, “Looking good as always Joy. Last I heard you were deep in China searching for the lost Buddha. Well, you must have found him.” Joy loved his smooth soft voice and skin to match. He was the antithesis of our resident bar tender as she knew the only place much hair grew was above his cute dick, which at the moment she wanted buried somewhere warm, like between her legs, but never mind for now. He sat his beer down after a heavy pull and said, “How long in town?”

  “No idea at this point, but long enough to see if your ball hair is still blonde and not grey,” as she gave him her best smile.

  “I would expect a report later as to the investigation and I don’t know about you but I’m hungry as hell.”

  “I was about to leave when you came in. I’ve been a little busy lately and would love a big juicy steak and a baked potato”

  “You got it and let’s drink up and ditch this morbid place for a steak house just down the street. It doesn’t’ look like much and neither do the little Saigon zip heads that run the place, but the food is terrific.”

  “I’m with you and never mind the tip I left ole Silver Back enough to pay for his rent this month.” A short walk in the light snow falling, down a narrow alley way, they entered Little Saigon. The only other customers couldn’t speak English as they took a table and sat down amid more bows than a Broadway play.
Joy let Pect order and some wonderful tea was served. Pect had an Asian beer with a name in Chinese Joy noticed. Pect was staring at her and she got a little embarrassed and asked him, “Well, how do I look after, what’s it been, five years?”

  “More beautiful than ever. Age on some women just make them better looking and the reverse is true of men. Tell me, if you can what you been doing.”

  Joy sorted through her mind what to tell him and decided to skirt the truth and let it develop for the time being. “I’ve been in China for the last two years and came back a month ago to help my sister with the sale of my parent’s property in St. Louis. She’s mostly helpless and it only took me a few hours to get it listed with a realty company and now I’m free to do what I want to,” she said trying to keep a lock on his eyes. She remembered the last mission they were on in Africa and that is when they became lovers of sorts. The sorts were time and place and no strings after that. Later when the job was over he went to South America and she to Afghanistan. She asked him, “What you been up to lately.”

  “I too have just returned from South America where I’ve been since you and I last saw each other. I got burned out down there and now I have no idea what to do or where to go. I only know this business and it’s too late to go back to school and become a computer nerd,” he laughed so hard he almost spilled his beer as the other customers and staff looked on with fright. “Don’t worry about these guys here as we or I should say the gang at the bar keeps the payoffs down to a minimum and for running off the shit heads we eat here when we feel like it. Protection I guess. Most of the guys pay and I always pay.” He reached out and took her long fingers in his own thick hands and held them for a moment like he was taking a trip to the past. Joy was feeling good to be around him and the warmth of a man made her a wanting. Both of their thoughts were broken by a Saigon guy not much taller than the table came shuffling over pushing a metal cart with steaming plates of beef in a curry sauce and veggies to match.

  Both ate in a hurry in anticipation of a nights romp in the hay. Joy had rented a room just above the poverty level and that is where the next morning found the two of them enjoying a morning of coupling. Joy loved his smooth hard body and woke Pect up with a start at the nipples and worked down until he groaned with pleasure. After which they took a shower in a stall just big enough for one person to get wet in the rusty water that dribbled between warm and cold. Having been in worse places, neither one complained as they enjoyed each other's company.

  Later Joy suggested a taxi ride to somewhere no one knew them or would suspect either one was a killer in disguise. They chose a Denny’s down in Jersey and Pect was wondering what would happen next. Joy seemed a little preoccupied and distant. She sensed his discomfort and gave his leg a squeeze and a smile to boot. That satisfied him and when they ordered breakfast, She said, “I’m going to tell you some things, but not all until I receive word back from my employer,” Joy took a sip of coffee and turned her nose up at the taste of too strong coffee that probably had been sitting there for an hour, to see what he has to say about maybe recruiting you for additional work.”

  Pect sat drinking the coffee and pouring more sugar and creamer into it for the second time. He looked Joy in the eyes and saw she was on the up and up. He said, “Can you tell me if I can make some money doing this job?”

  “We can make enough money to retire on providing we don’t get caught,” she added while signaling the waitress for some fresh coffee. “Since I’ve returned in the last month I’ve killed four marks and each one puts a hundred big ones in a bank of my choice.” Pect looked on with eyes as wide as his coffee cup was round. He sat up straighter and started to open his mouth when the waitress brought two new cups and a fresh pot of coffee apologizing all over herself.

  “You are serious aren’t you? Give me the word who and where and I’m your man,” he said with his clown smile that reached up his cheeks making a half circle with perfect white teeth set in the middle. His cobalt blue eyes were looking like stars at night dancing in space.

  “Yes, and excuse the pun, dead serious.” Breakfast came, and after a night and morning of love making, both were ravenous. Nothing more was said until they rented a car and drove to a shopping mall where she took out her computer and mailed in her location and request for a new recruit who was guaranteed by Joy. Joy had the feeling they would love another hit man for the job at hand so they went inside the mall and did some shopping for clothes of all types of weather. Two hours later, back in the car she checked her mail. All it said was send his bank account number and address. Also a bio on a high ranking politician who liked little boys would need an accident it would seem. The last thing it said was to make a team if so desired.

  “Jesus,” Pect said. “Who the hell are these guys? Wait a minute, I’ve been reading the papers about some speculation about vigilantes taking out the bad guys who have slipped through the cracks of the justice system. Am I talking to one now?”

  Joy just smiled and nodded her head while digesting the bio on a senator who had lost the last election after a scandal reported he played with some aids in a restroom. It was quickly hushed up, but the history on this guy went way back as some adults now came forward accusing him of child abuse twenty years ago. Joy told him they had a job up in Vermont and let’s go get his stuff and hit the road.

  It didn’t take long to pack his duffel bag and he paid the room rent saying no forwarding address. On the way up to Vermont, she instructed him how to use the hand held computer. The satellite connection wasn’t always perfect so at a rest stop on the freeway they brought up Google Earth and put in the address given for the mark. Continuing up Interstate 91 both sides of the freeway was dressed in white. A light snow was falling but the roads were clear. It was still early enough to check out the state capital and then retreat back to a motel south of Montpelier as the town was way too small, but was full of snow skiers and other winter enthusiasts. All along the way they talked how they might take this guy out.

  What little information they had told them he regularly went to downtown and had breakfast with some politicians and after that went back home. They decided home was no good and best put the hit on the road or they might get lucky and he would stop at a supermarket or mall, if there was a mall in the small town that shunted modern anything.

  After thoroughly checking out the town and where he lived, they retreated back down the road and found a motel to sit down and make an operational plan to put a hit on this guy. After too many hours going over plan after plan, they gave it up. They decided to sleep on it and after dinner and a bout of love making they fell asleep. During the night each had a thought or two and in the morning over breakfast they kicked around each other's new ideas. Joy said, “Let’s play upon his good will and I will feint a sprained ankle while in the parking lot as he comes out after his morning coffee with his friends. We are new in town and don’t know where the hospital is. Maybe he will let me ride with him and you follow. Just before the hospital I plug the guy and steer the car to the side of the road. It’s risky as someone will see us and the car, but they will only see a woman with a ski hat looking like skiers. I will prop him up like he’s taking a nap and walk down the street or up the street to get in with you. What do you think?”

  “I like it. How about we just have him keep driving south until we find a place where we can off him and leave him for the curious. Once you are in the car, it’s no problem to have him go somewhere we are not seen.”

  “We have a plan and now I need to get ready for the play to begin. Let’s go park somewhere nearby so we can see him come and go from his coffee drinking place.”

  The ex- senator made ready for his morning jaunt to downtown for a round of chatting with his friends, walked out to the garage for the short drive. The car started while the garage door swung up letting in the grey light of a snowy day in Vermont. His yard man already had the drive blown away of snow making it an easy drive onto the street. He felt good this winter a
s he made plans for a comeback in November to his lost seat in the senate. Ten minutes later he was parked in the parking lot of the local chatting coffee shop. He never noticed two people watching him from the back of the parking lot where they were checking their ski equipment on the roof. After he went into the coffee shop Pect moved their car next to his so their passenger door was adjacent to his passenger door. Now they waited for him to come out.

  An hour later he came through the doors hurrying a little from the snow falling. Joy put on her act just as he arrived at his door. Joy was saying to Pect, “Honey I need a doctor as I think my ankle is broken,” through sobs and hiccups.

  Pect said, “Honey I have no idea where a hospital is in this town. It’s snowing and maybe this gentlemen could tell us where the doctor is or a hospital,” as Pect and Joy both looked to the senator for help.

  “Sir, could you help me find a hospital for my broken ankle. I slipped on some ice coming out of the coffee shop and we could sure use some help.” The senator showed concern on his face and walked around the car to see what was going on.

  “The hospital is not far and you could follow me and I’ll show you where it is.”

  “Oh thank you,” she said, as she stood up on one foot. With her best smile she asked him, “May I ride with you as your car is bigger and more room for my leg as this rental car is way too small.”

  “Sure, why not. Here let me help you,” as he opened his door and helped Joy into the passenger seat. Joy played the role perfect and soon they were driving into town with Pect following. Pect had been scouting the parking lot while the exchange was going on and they got lucky as no one came out or in while the scene unfolded. Joy had her bag with her and just after they cleared the restaurant, she reached into her bag and pulled out her Glock and pointed at the mark.