Thin Ice 4 - Resurrections

  Thin Ice 4: Resurrections

  by

  KR Bankston

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  The work is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Copyright © 2009 KR Bankston. All rights reserved.

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  For the Faithful Fans

  and the soon to be Faithful Fans

  I love how you all hold me down, never stop!

  The characters Ray Lockhart, Brent Lockhart, Santana,

  Nero, Kai, Ramell and Jacoury:

  appear courtesy of yet released

  KR Bankston novels, tentatively titled: Kansas City (books 1 & 2)

  The characters Creeper and Pirate

  appear courtesty of of yet released

  KR Bankston novel: tentatively titled: Philly

  Attorney Robert Marks was clearing up open cases before his vacation. He would be out of the country for the next three months and didn’t want to return to a caseload of drama. His phone buzzed and he answered brusquely, still distracted.

  “Yes Abigail,” he threw out, knowing his assistant was on the other end.

  “Your 2:00PM is here,” she replied as he told her to give him five minutes.

  Searching for and finally finding the file he was looking for, Robert sat down behind his desk just as the door opened and Abigail ushered the man inside.

  “Attorney Robert Marks,” she began looking at the man as she spoke. “This is Jalen Bailey,” she said simply as the attorney shook the man’s hand and she left the two alone.

  Taking the seat offered, Jalen continued to regard the attorney as he read over something in the file he was holding.

  Getting a call almost six months ago that there was a pending legal matter requiring his attention took him totally by surprise. Jalen’s life was simple and he wanted to keep it that way. He had a nice apartment in Philadelphia. He had a great job as a bartender and his life was good.

  “Mr. Bailey, I’m sure you’re wondering why exactly you’re here,” Robert began, giving the man his full attention.

  “Yeah, as a matter of fact I am,” Jalen returned.

  His nerves were beginning to get the best of him. He hoped this wasn’t someone trying to collect money he didn’t have to give them.

  “There is the matter of two estates that need to be settled,” Robert told him as Jalen frowned slightly.

  I had relatives to die, he pondered waiting for the attorney to speak again.

  “Here is the documentation and as you can see the estates are substantial,” he told him, handing Jalen the paperwork.

  Glancing over the documents, he frowned slightly and looked back at the attorney.

  “Are you sure you’ve got the right guy,” Jalen asked. “I mean, I don’t know either of these guys, Ian or Ryan,” he added as Robert smiled slightly.

  “No, I don’t suppose you would,” he replied cryptically producing yet another document.

  Handing it to Jalen he sat back and waited on him to read and digest it.

  “What the hell are you tryin’ to pull,” Jalen asked, openly hostile.

  “I’m simply doing my job, Mr. Bailey,” Robert told him, sitting up in his chair and leaning across his desk. “According to all the documentation I have in this file, as well as the document in your hand, the estates of Ian Bailey and Ryan Bailey, respectively, are being given to their next of kin,” he told him calmly. “You, Jalen, the twin brother of Ian Bailey,” Robert finished simply as Jalen’s head began to spin and the life he knew, imploded.

  1

  Jalen was once again at work. He spent almost ten hours a day at the lounge-slash-bar. Six more months had passed since his fateful meeting with Robert Marks and his life being turned upside down. Jalen had immediately flown home to Philly, contacting his mother and asking questions. I can’t believe she still won’t admit the truth or tell me what the hell happened, he thought of her refusal to cooperate. Jalen was at a complete loss. He had two brothers he knew nothing about except the articles he found on his Google search. I wanna know about the real men behind all these headlines, Jalen continued to brood. He’d found pictures of both men and was astounded as how much he and Ian actually favored, even though they were fraternal twins. He discovered Ryan had been the oldest. He thought about the illegal enterprises all the articles said the two men were involved in and smiled slightly. Whoever the hell said crime doesn’t pay is dead ass wrong, he thought, recalling the balances in his various accounts.

  Jalen had immediately set up accounts to make the money he’d inherited work for him. There was almost a million dollars in cash assets to be handled and kept under the IRS barometer. Finding out that his entire life was a lie was a huge blow for Jalen and he still had so many questions. Damn, how do I find out about them, he thought as a familiar face came in the door and headed to the bar. Jalen thought about asking them for help, having held a few friendly conversations and knowing what the man’s true occupation was. They didn’t come by often, having moved from the state a few years back, but when they did, they always stopped by the lounge.

  “Hey Jalen man, what’s up,” the man greeted him.

  “Can’t complain, how about you,” he threw back smiling as the man ordered a double shot of Patrôn.

  “I’m good, stopping in to check on things,” he replied as Jalen nodded knowingly. Leaving him for a moment, Jalen went to serve another patron his mind still spinning about asking the man for his help.

  He might not have a clue or hell I might offend him and piss him off, Jalen continued to think as he mixed the Long Island Iced Tea. Finally making his way back to the other side of the bar, he found the man deep in conversation with another associate. Sighing lightly Jalen didn’t disturb the conversation, simply returned to his duties and began serving other patrons. Business began to pick up and Jalen found himself running back and forth behind the bar all night. He kept a watchful eye however on his possible contact, making sure the man didn’t leave before he could approach him, now that he’d made up his mind to do so. Jalen thought about his still working, knowing he only did it because he wanted too. He had more than enough money to retire and never work at anyone’s job ever again. He hadn’t told anyone of his windfall though, not even his girl. She’d wanna get married for sure then, spend up all my money on crap, he thought frowning slightly. Jalen was actually going to dump her, but she was oblivious to that thought as of yet.

  Around 3:00AM the bar began to thin out, with only a few of the regulars still hanging around. Panicking for a brief moment, Jalen relaxed when he saw the man return to the bar and take a seat.

  “You want another shot,” Jalen asked as he told him yeah. “Listen, I um, I know you don’t really know me,” Jalen began as the man gave him his full attention. “But, um, I was wondering if maybe you could help me with something,” he ventured as the man gave him a quizzical glance. “I need to find out some information about some folks who were um, in the business,” he finished as the man continued to regard him quietly, finishing his drink.

  Jalen was becoming uncomfortable with the man’s quiet stare, thinking he’d made a mistake in asking for his help.
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  “What do you know about the people you’re looking to score info on,” he returned calmly.

  Jalen told him all he knew about Ian and Ryan and that he only wanted to find out about them for his sanity’s sake, nothing more. The man continued to regard him, never taking his eyes from his face.

  “Are you sure you can handle what you might find out,” he asked cryptically.

  Jalen paused a moment and thought about the question. He was pretty sure it wasn’t a life filled with rainbows and gumdrops, but that inner self wanted to know about his people and where he came from.

  “Yeah, I’m sure,” he replied as the man grunted slightly.

  “OK, so say I help you,” he began. “What’s in it for me?”

  Jalen quickly told him he would pay for his services; he need only name his price. “Hmph,” the man returned still sipping his drink. “For now lets say I’ll do some sniffin’ around,” he began. “If I find anything worth reporting to you, then we’ll discuss price, how about that,” he finished and left the ball in Jalen’s court.

  Knowing it was a start, Jalen agreed. “Cool,” here’s my cell number, he told the man handing it to him.

  The man put it in his phone before Jalen spoke again.

  “I’m really ashamed to say this,” he began sheepishly. “But I don’t know your name.” The man chuckled softly and finished his drink before setting the glass down and answering.

  “You can just call me Creeper,” he said calmly, getting up and leaving the bar as Jalen hoped he would get a hit.

  *****

  Jaleesa was looking at LaRon across the table as he flipped through the papers, his expression neutral. Her cell buzzed and she checked the text from her mother, asking her to stop and pick up some mayonaise on her way back. Sending a quick reply she looked up again as he finished and dropped the stack onto the table.

  “I said no,” LaRon told her flatly, rising to grab another beer from the refrigerator. Jaleesa sighed and leaned back in the chair, waiting until he sat down to address him again.

  “You don’t seem to get it,” she told him calmly. “It’s not a request, this divorce is going to happen whether you say yes or not,” she told him as LaRon eyed her evenly.

  They’d been on rocky ground for the last six months ever since he broke his promise and had yet another affair.

  “I ain’t letting you divorce me,” he told her, growing angry she could tell.

  Jaleesa took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. She didn’t want to argue about it anymore. She wanted them to try and work things out amicably for the kid’s sakes.

  “Deuce, look, let it go,” Jaleesa began again. “I’m not gonna stay with you and you keep screwin’ other brauds.”

  He finished the beer throwing the bottle against the wall as Jaleesa jumped slightly. “You fucked around,” he yelled at her.

  “I never slept with Mecca, you know that,” she returned, thankful he had no clue about the one indiscretion with Peyton.

  He sucked his teeth before speaking. “How the fuck I know that, that fool was probably lying,” he threw out angrily. “Shit, how I know Ronde’ is even mine,” he spat as Jaleesa finally lost it.

  “Muthafucka, that’s your damned son, don’t start that bullshit,” she fired back. “His ass looks just like you, so how the hell you figured I pulled that off if I was fuckin’ Mecca,” she told him as LaRon walked up on her.

  “Don’t yell at me no damned more,” he replied, slapping her hard.

  “Fuck this,” Jaleesa told him grabbing her purse and keys, trying to head for the front door.

  “Nah, you ain’t leavin’,” LaRon bellowed lifting her and throwing her hard on the kitchen table.

  “Get off me,” Jaleesa screamed swinging back and connecting.

  “You ain’t leaving and you ain’t takin’ my kids,” he yelled hitting her again.

  LaRon was furious she was trying to divorce him. He’d apologized to her for the affair, bought her jewelry, clothes, a new truck, yet she still wasn’t happy.

  “Tweety, dammit, you’re my heart, why you tryna leave me,” he yelled as Jaleesa kicked him hard to the stomach and he stumbled backward.

  “How the fuck you love me and you screwing other brauds,” she yelled jumping from the table and trying to leave again.

  “Hell nah,” LaRon roared coming toward her again.

  Jaleesa spun on him having gotten the gun from her purse. “Back up,” she yelled as he stopped momentarily stunned. “You are done hittin me today,” Jaleesa told him trying to back toward the door.

  “So you’re gonna shoot me now,” LaRon taunted, even angrier that she had the nerve to pull the weapon.

  “Deuce, just let me leave, shit,” she told him as he continued to slowly walk forward. “You’re gonna hafta use it, Tweety,” he told her never taking his eyes from her. “Deuce, stop, damn, just let me go home, we can talk later, tomorrow, okay,” she tried as the tears came blurring her vision.

  “Nah Tweety, I can’t do that baby,” he began softly, still walking up to her, close enough to almost touch the gun.

  “Deuce, just sign the papers, give me the divorce, we can be friends,” Jaleesa tried again as the first tear rolled down her cheek.

  LaRon lunged and grabbed her arm twisting it hard as she dropped the gun. “You are mine and you’ll always be mine,” he told her knocking her to the floor and straddling her as he began choking her.

  Jaleesa was clawing him, hitting him closed fist trying to get him off her.

  “Say you’re gonna stay, say it” LaRon screamed at her, loosening his grip for a millisecond in time. “Why the fuck you makin’ me hurt you like this,” he asked, slapping her now instead of choking her.

  Jaleesa was wheezing trying to catch her breath. She tasted the blood from her lip and nose, her head spinning.

  “I want you and my kid’s home tonight,” LaRon told her, getting off her and turning his back to grab a kitchen towel.

  Jaleesa dragged herself to a sitting position as her eyes fell on the gun under the table. Reaching she picked it up, still trembling uncontrollably as he walked back into the room.

  “Put that shit down,” LaRon told her tiredly, walking toward her once again.

  Jaleesa stopped him on his third step, unloading two .10mm bullets into his chest. LaRon frowned quizzically, not believing she’d shot him.

  “Tweety, what, why,” he managed before falling to his knees.

  Jaleesa scrambled backwards away from him as he reached out for her. She stopped only after her back hit the unyielding plaster wall. She saw his body shiver violently one last time and then he was still. Dropping the gun finally, Jaleesa began to sob uncontrollably.

  *****

  Jaron was loving life here in Atlanta, working for Top. He and Gabrielle were doing well and they’d moved into a nice new townhome about a month ago. She was in school and he made sure all the bills were taken care of, as well as anything she may have wanted or needed on a personal level. Things had been dark and dismal for him a few months back when Gabrielle went to close on their old house in the Bayou and disappeared. Jaron couldn’t describe the torment he endured wondering where she was and if she was all right. Top had immediately stepped up and helped him look for her, enlisting all the manpower at his disposal. Slowly they began to get small leads on her whereabouts when she called out of the blue, well after midnight one evening. “Jaron,” Gabrielle was sobbing into the phone. “Baby where are you,” he’d immediately questioned. It took him almost 20 minutes to calm her and get something they could use to find her. He, Top, LaRon and Mook had jumped into the truck and hit the interstate making the five hour drive to Tennessee in three hours flat. They found her at the small truck stop she’d managed to find. “Baby, what happened,” Jaron questioned as they rode back and she clung to him. Gabrielle managed to tell them about the men kidnapping her and saying they were taking her home. She told them about the stopover in Tennessee for the next few days whi
le they took care of business. She’d only heard bits and pieces of their conversation. “What were they talking about,” Jaron asked as Gabrielle tearfully told him she had no idea. She’d managed to get away when they let her use the bathroom as they hit the interstate headed for wherever they were taking her, and she saw the small window. She told them, she’d climbed out and ran into the darkness, praying she would end up someplace with a phone.

  The car horn behind him broke his thought as Jaron continued on to his destination. Now he didn’t let Gabrielle out of his sight without knowing exactly where she would be. He had a GPS on her phone so he could track her and he didn’t let her drive. He took her everywhere she needed to go. Gabrielle didn’t mind though. She told him it made her feel safe that he took such good care of her. Thinking about her brought a smile to his face as he turned into the school parking lot and saw her waiting outside talking to her friends from class. Gabrielle rose and came to the car as soon as he drove up, jumping inside, and giving Jaron a quick kiss.

  “Hey baby,” she greeted him as he smiled and returned the greeting.

  “How was class,” he asked as they left the school headed for dinner.

  “It was good, we actually got a chance to practice more today,” she told him as Jaron nodded his understanding. “I’m starved,” she added as he chuckled and told her okay. “I gotta stop at Mardi Gras for a minute, then we can go wherever you want,” Jaron told her as they got back onto the interstate.

  Gabrielle replied that was fine as she opened her book and began to study. Jaron smiled again thankful he had her back and vowing never to let her go again.

  2

  Creeper was still thinking about the request Jalen made while he was in Philly almost two weeks ago. Wonder what the hell he wants to know about Ice and Ryan for, he brooded. Creeper was well aware of the man’s legend. Ian and his brother Ryan were no joke. Stories still circulated about how Ryan had Big Mike and his crew turned into hamburger meat, literally. There’s more to this story than is being shared, he concluded as his best friend walked into the small apartment where they counted money before sending it to be laundered.