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Detective Sergeant August "Gus" De Noux proposes that priorities rule Life. People base their choices upon those orders of importance. He knows that Life presents him with his next choice. How will he decide? What will result from his choice?
His detective partner, Dante Nuzzollilo, faces his next consideration, based upon Gus' choice. Dante confronts the fork in the road.
BOOK I
Join Gus, Dante and their new partner, Detective Marianela Laconcha, in solving the Dapper Dan serial murder case. When you think that all is done, Life slams the next choice in your face.
BOOK II
Life throws a Crescent City wrench into the NOPD. Radical Islamic extremists strike The City That Care Forgot: The Big Easy. Spies, terrorists, moles mixed with ancient battles between religions, cultures. It's a bloody conflict that the NOPD Homicide Task Force was ill-prepared to fight..., but, who's stopping them?
Roger C. Bull
Roger has an eclectic background. He’s written poetry, short stories, and nine books (only eight are published). His subject matter includes poetry, a legal thriller, a spy mystery, three murder mysteries, including a jihad in New Orleans, a faction (fiction inspired by facts) about human trafficking, sexual slavery, and sales of human organs on the black market. This book is his first venture into writing science faction, science fiction inspired by science facts. It has an important agenda which the author hopes people will agree to support. Roger’s other experiences include radio and telephonic communications; computer programming, consulting, and repairs; analog and digital cellular communications; journalism and editing; law enforcement, psychology, sociology, criminology, biology, chemistry, and physics. His hobbies include writing, walking the dogs, researching materials for new books.
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Teneum
The Thin Line
The Thin Line of Good and Evil
and
Within the Temples: Bloodletting
Roger C. Bull
Teneum
The Thin Line
Copyright © 2013-2020 Roger C. Bull
Restricted material. This book is copyrighted by Roger C. Bull. No part of this document may be copied electronically or otherwise without the expressed written permission of the author.
This is a work of fiction. It is a creation of the imagination of the author. Any similarity of persons or events is strictly coincidental.
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DEDICATION
This book is for my brothers and sisters in blue, who walk that Thin Blue Line
on a daily basis. They risk their lives and sacrifice their personal time and conveniences in order to prevent the misbehaviors of humanity from become overwhelming chaos.
Along with first responders, let us not forget their families. They scratch and scrape to make ends meet. They take extra precautions to protect their children, who endure the taunts of those who have no respect for authority.
My continued appreciation goes to the men and women in uniform who risk their lives daily in keeping the peace and protecting victims of crime around the world—especially to the Jefferson Parish Sheriff’s Office and the New Orleans Police Department and the other 62 federal, state, and local law enforcement agencies in the metropolitan New Orleans area. As each year passes, the risks continue to grow in that line of work. God bless you, Peacekeepers!
—Roger C. Bull
KILLED IN THE LINE OF DUTY:
Jefferson Parish Sheriff’s Office
JPSO blue patchSergeant Louis Cannaliato
Detective Kenneth F. Smith
Deputy Merlin Brune
Deputy Robert Cochran
Deputy JoAnne Couzynse
Deputy Kathleen Briscoe
Lieutenant Curtis Denton
Deputy Stephen C. Newitt III
Deputy James Clarius
Deputy Joshua E. Norris
Detective David Michel, Jr.
Gretna Police Department
7-Gretna PDCorporal Charles Ferdinand Vorbusch
Westwego Police Department
Westwego PDPatrolman Milton J. LeBoeuf, Jr.
Town Marshall Walter H. White
Orleans Parish Criminal Sheriff’s Office
19-OPSOLieutenant Sidney A. Zaffuto
Assistant Chief Investigator Ronald C. Brady
New Orleans Police Department
17NOPDPolice Officer II Rodney Renee Thomas
Police Officer Alfred Louis Celestain, Sr.
Police Officer Nicola Diane Cotton
Police Officer Thelonious Anthony Dukes, Sr.
Police Officer George August Tessier, III
Police Officer Alva Ray Simmons
Police Officer Christopher Wayne Russell
Reserve Officer Johnnie Mae Clanton
Sergeant Morris Cavaliere, Jr.
Detective Joseph C. Thomas
Police Officer Chris D. McCormick, Sr.
Police Officer Ronald A. Williams, II
Police Officer Talton E. Jett, Sr.
Police Officer Darren Ahmed
Police Officer Earl Joseph Hauck, II
Police Officer Thomas Michael Phillips
Police Officer Noel Smith
Patrolman Gregory J. Neupert
Patrolman Ronald Duplechain
Captain Thomas J. Albert, Sr.
Detective Joseph R. Tardiff, Jr.
Patrolman Dennis J. McInerney
Sergeant Edwin C. Hosli, Sr.
Patrolman Kasimer Zinga, Sr.
Patrolman Paul A. Persigo
Patrolman Philip J. Coleman, Sr.
Deputy Superintendent Louis Joseph Sirgo
Cadet Alfred E. Harrell
Patrolman Victor E. Bordeaux
Patrolman Peter Edward Bergeron, Jr.
Patrolman Delmar E. Stone
Sergeant Lloyd E. Verrett, Sr.
Patrolman James D. Clayton
Patrolman Thomas F. Jackson
Patrolman Charles T. Kramer
Patrolman Gilbert D. Benitez
Patrolman Joseph J. Enright, III
Patrolman Dennis R. Fremin
Patrolman Allen C. Steele
Sergeant Paul L. C. Paretti
Patrolman Lawrence H. Pool
Patrolman Percival A. Johnson, Sr.
Patrolman Harold J. Powell
Patrolman Benson J. Walker
Patrolman George W. Heaney
Patrolman Marvin R. Morton
Patrolman Charles R. Johns
Detective Nicholas G. Jacob
Patrolman Leslie J. Oster, Sr.
Patrolman Frederick L. Braud
Patrolman George O’Donnell
Patrolman Fred Krummel
Patrolman Herman O. Raschke
Sergeant James J. Adams
Patrolman James A. Ranna
Detective James T. Ford
Captain James L. Daniels
Patrolman Albert E. Oestriecher
Patrolman Cornelius L. Ford
Corporal George P. Weidert
Patrolman Ernest A. Grillot
Patrolman William Blumstein
Patrolman Lester H. Johnson
Detective Richard Connors
Detective Albert Wiebelt
Patrolman Frank C. Mahen
Patrolman William C. Grunwald
Patrolman Anthony Lynch
Patrolman Jacob Uhle
Patrolman Lemmie L. Fortenberry
Patrolman George E. Heno
Patrolman Timothy Lynch, Jr.
Patrolman Pat Manning
Patrolman Roselius Folse
Corporal Alfred J. Beyl
Corporal Charles A. Giblin
Detective Theodore A. Obitz
Detective Patrick J. Kennedy
Patrolman Frank P. Connor
Patrolman William Brown
Captain Garry Owen Mullen
Superintendent James W. Reynolds
Patrolman Francis A. Burke
Patrolman Dennis Egan
Patrolman Joseph Lacoste
Patrolman Charles Merritt
Patrolman John Carroll
Patrolman Robert J. Cambias
Patrolman Charles Doyle
Patrolman John Thomas
Sergeant Gabriel J. Gabe
Porteous
Corporal John F. Lally
Patrolman Peter J. Lamb
Captain John Day
Corporal Thomas Duffy
Corporal Richard Fitzgerald
Corporal Anthony Cleary
Patrolman Martin Trimp
Patrolman John Teen
Patrolman John H. Keller
Patrolman John Petaway
Patrolman Albert Turegano
Corporal Thomas Fitzgerald
Patrolman John Hurley
Superintendent David C. Hennessy
Police Officer John Coffee
Police Officer Alexander Algeo
Police Officer Daryle S. Holloway
Patrolman James Arthur Bennett, Jr.
Plaquemines Parish Sheriff’s Department
21-PPSOChief of Narcotics Dominic R. Verdi
Deputy Sheriff Douglas James Landry
Deputy Sheriff Gerald G. Bubrig
Slidell Police Department
14-Slidell PDSergeant Earl Lucien Alfred
St. Bernard Parish Sheriff’s Office
22-SBSODeputy Sheriff Samuel D. Gowland
Deputy Sheriff Joseph Estopinal
Deputy Sheriff August Esteves
St. Charles Parish Sheriff’s Office
23-SCSODeputy Sheriff Jeff G. Watson
Deputy Sheriff Nelson Coleman
Deputy Sheriff James Allen Arterbury
Sheriff Louis Ory
St. John the Baptist Parish Sheriff’s Office
25-SJSODeputy Sheriff Jeremy Michael Triche
Deputy Sheriff Brandon Joseph Nielsen
Captain Octavio Rafael Gonzalez
Code Enforcement Officer Edmond J. Songy, Jr.
Deputy Sheriff Barton Joseph Granier
Detective Lieutenant Sherman Ray Walker
Deputy Sheriff Harry Anthony Troxliar, Sr.
Constable Ignace Rousselle
St. Tammany Parish Sheriff’s Office
26-STSOSergeant Linden Beau
Raimer
Deputy First Class Hilery A. Mayo, Jr.
Sergeant John William Bonnell, III
Sergeant Louis Henry Wagner, II
Covington Police Department
2-Covington PDOfficer Clarence Marigny
Mandeville Police Department
14-Mandeville PDDeputy Marshal Gus Gill
Deputy Marshal Jake Galloway
Slidell Police Department
14-Slidell PDSergeant Earl Lucien Alfred
Louisiana State Police
13-Louisiana_State_PoliceCorporal John Ray Kendall
Trooper Duane Allen Dalton
Trooper Hung Nguyen Le
Sergeant George Douglas Johnston
Master Trooper Stephen H. Gray
Police Officer Andre Keith Williams
Trooper William Michael Kees
Trooper Damon L. Robichaux
Trooper Donald Charles Cleveland
Sergeant Clarence J. Miller, Jr.
Trooper William C. Warrington
Trooper Lamon Weaver
Trooper Huey P. Grace
Lieutenant Joseph D. Ferris
Trooper Rudolph H. Miller
Trooper Francis C. Zinna
Sergeant Eli L. Smith
Trooper James N. Pollard
Trooper Wilmer L. Moody
Trooper Ulis Floyd
Trooper James T. Brownfield
Patrolman Victor A. Mossy
Patrolman Frank J. David, Sr.
Officer Neill A. Yarborough, Sr.
Senior Trooper Steven J. Vincent
Mississippi River Bridge Authority
MRBPPolice Officer Andre Keith Williams
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Title
Copyright
Dedication
Table of Contents
Epigraph
Acknowledgements
Multiple Murderous Mayhem
BOOK I
The Thin Line of Good and Evil
Prologue
December121998
December121999
January11999
February 25th, 1999
Blarney or Breakthrough?
Working Lunch
Murder and Mystery
Dylan O’Brien
Back to the Tower
Heritage Harmony
Into the Lair
Scoping the Playground
Hiding Place
Early Morning Surprise
Captain Quakes
Back in the House
Operation Leprechaun
March 16th
Discovery
Not So Elementary
Predictive?
555 Canal Street
Back at the Sixth
Frantic
Italian Cars in a Multi-cultural City
Hatching C.A.T.C.H.
Up and Away
Hot and Ready
Life Goes On
Dastardly Deed
The Set Up
Hmm! The Cheese Smells So Good
Sideways on Planning
Sad and Angry News
Knocking Heads
Before He’s Caught
No Show on Constance
Tony
Sunrise... Wake Up!
Word’s Out!
Dapper Dan, Who’s this Man?
After Hours
Proposal
Meet the Hood
Dante Returns
17 August 1999
Droppings
Evidence, but...
PPKS Walther
Fort Apache Attacked
Lucky Charms or Four Leaf Clover?
Double Dagger Danger
Skull and Cross Bones
Tracking Friends
Hitting the Brick Wall
Pulling in the Partner
The Video
Details. Always Details.
Making Time
The Range Master
Qualifications
Tongue and Cheek
Assassin Known
The Telephone Tease
Deceptive Decisions
Capcha Time
The Stop
BOOK II
Within the Temples: Bloodletting
Five Years after The Shop
Desk Bound
Surprise Comes in a Pretty Package
New Day
Where’s Flanagan?
The Hoe-down
Dylan Towers
Making Man from Clay
Parting Shots..., Again
Two Guys – Two Lies
The Plans of Mice and Men
Revealing
Forward to the Past
Big Easy, We’re Back
Upheaval in the Big Easy
Within the Temples: Bloodletting
Ameed by Any Other Name is Amid
Temple Sinai
Congregation Anshe Sfard
Metro New Orleans Homicide Task Force
Muslim Religion versus Islamic Culture
4300 Block of St. Charles Avenue
Remembering a Hero
Remorseful Revelation
Congregation Beth Israel
Mole?
Uncexpected Aid
Cryptic Messages
Saturday
Jackson Square
Hyatt Regency Hotel
Back at the Superdome
New Orleans City Hall
Almost There...
Notify City Hall
Meanwhile at the Dome
Orleans Parish Prison
Epilogue
Cast of Characters
Support Your Local Animal Shelters
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EPIGRAPH
According to the Holy Bible, God gave mankind the freedom of choice, to do good or evil. Mankind, in a relentless agenda, takes every opportunity to exercise both choices.
—Roger C. Bull
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
To my wife, Karen Bonvillain Bull, for her continued encouragement; for her constant efforts to help me improve my writing while she struggles to find time to work full time, to cook and to write her own murder mysteries; and for her loving understanding.
To The Fairhope Writers Group for their empathy, for their demands to improve our work and for their excellent insights and critiques.
To ATF Special Agent August Palumbo (retired), N.O.P.D. Sergeant Warren Pope (retired), J.P.S.O. Homicide Detective O’Neil De Noux for their tips and examples, and Homicide Detective Marco Nuzzollilo—thank you for your assistance (Awaiting your book, Marco).
Readers, thank you for your support, reviews, and emails. I especially wish to thank Tom Bonvillain, Tony Roberts, John Raynor, George Fonteboa and Robert A. Walker, et. al.
Readers: please find a Cast of Characters on page 460 to help you maintain focus on the individuals in this story.
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MULTIPLE MURDEROUS MAYHEM
In the darkness of madness
In the middle of morass
A city suffers squalor
And sequenced lost esteem.
Leaders thought corrupt
Soldiers teased by temptresses
Souls tainted by greed
Hearts painted by power.
Into the night
The knight rides his steed.
Armed with Death's scythe
To change the course of Time.
Naught is Chance.
Agenda steadfast.
Knock, knock, knock
At the crimson door.
Death.
Death.
Death.
(End)
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BOOK I
The Thin Line of Good and Evil
The Thin Line of Good and Evil cover2Good Evil street signPrologue
Six, Seven...December 4, 1998, 1:38 A.M...
The stark contrast of the yellow Porsche pulling up to the Second Street entrance to the park is prominent against the background of late 1800s and early 1900s houses in that area.
The playground is dimly lit. Most of the lights, especially near the restrooms, are broken, shot out by the local thugs. The neighborhood enveloping the park are single and duplex shotgun houses, with gingerbread ornamentation on the eaves. The houses are in disrepair, with faded and chipped paint. The surrounding narrow streets, made for carts pulled by mules, are full of potholes, daring your vehicle's tires to stay inflated, daring your suspension system to maintain alignment. The air is musty with that old, moldy odor and the dank mixed-smell of chemicals, diesel and products from the marine traffic on the Mississippi. The blight, in such an exciting city, is depressing. Yet, life continues..., bleakly.
The sound of leather-soled shoes with solid arch supports can be heard along the cracked and broken sidewalks of the 700 block of Second Street.
As the dark haired man, wearing an expensively cut linen suit, an off-white Fedora, and sporting a rosewood walking cane, stops at the entrance to the Clay Square playground. The wrought iron gate is open.
There in the dark corner of the exterior of the restroom stand two young black men, in their early to mid twenties. They wear the local garb: blue jeans and hooded sweatshirts.
They spot the stranger, who they know is out of his element in this neighborhood. No one comes here in an expensive ride, much less in fancy do-dad clothes.
We gotsa mark. E-z money,
the first young man says.
Looks like we can bankroll our next buy, Jockomo.
Dis ain’t from yo hood, man.
Hey, cracker, you lost, man?
The mid-thirtyish man, with the bright blue eyes, walks confidently towards them. He passes the restrooms and the smells of urine and fecal matter, but he elects to ignore the odors and replies, When he’s within five feet of the two thugs, he says, No. No, not at all. This is the place I was looking for. The Clay Square playgrounds, right?
Looka dat fan-ceee walking stick. Dat shiny brass ball on da top. I like dat man.
Yeah man. Hey, that’s some expensive shoes you got there. Giv’em to me..., da stick and da shoes,
Jockomo demands while pulling a Glock 9 mm black matted handgun from his rear waistband.
Before Jockomo aims the weapon, the stranger whips his cane in a wide circle from rear to front and whacks the gunman across his wrist. The sound of cracking bones heard. The gun drops to the ground.
The second thug jumps for the weapon.
I don’t think you want to do that,
the stranger says calmly.
When the young wanna-be gangster looks up, he sees that the man in the expensive suit has a Walther PPKS, an updated version of the James Bond 007 model, 7.65mm European or .32 caliber U.S. The gun, with a silencer, is drawn and pointing at his head.
Hey, man. We jus' be jokin' wit ya. Ya know, just havin’ some fun.
You want some fun. How about this?
The stranger aims the weapon at Jockomo and places one shot into the gangster’s head—right between his eyes. A yellowish-red flare of fire and smoke erupt from the end of the barrel. A flash momentarily lights up the area near the victim and the shooter.
Jockomo slams to the ground, blood pooling below his head. The spray splatters all over the other thug’s face, chest and arms.
What’s your name, young man?
Pointing to the body on the pavement, I know that’s Jockomo.
I’m Jefri.
"No, you are not Jefri or Jeoffry or even Jeff. You’re Alfred. My sources tell me that you and Jockomo are the two biggest cocaine and meth dealers on this block. You two have wreaked havoc in this neighborhood far too long.
How many kids did you two kill with your sales? Fifteen? Twenty? More?
No, mista. Ya got us all wrong...!
Have I. My sources are irreproachable.
Irri wut?
Sound. Tell no lies. Definitive.
Mista... No, mista, don’t!
The stranger calmly raises the Walther and fires another shot. It makes the sound of a pellet rifle, a slight swoosh, not the loud bang that would wake up the neighborhood, simultaneously another flash lights the area temporarily.
The stranger smells the fresh blood mingling with the odors of cordite (gun smoke) and the chemically polluted river, just blocks away, as he picks up the two spent casings in his lambskin-gloved hand, removes a small plastic bag from his left coat pocket, places the items into the bag and zips the bag shut. He calmly turns, walks out of the park from whence he came...
Meanwhile...
The crime ridden Irish Channel of New Orleans has borders with Tchoupitoulas Street to the south, Delachaise Street to the west, Magazine street to the north and Jackson Avenue to the east. It is a microcosm of its larger area, known by the N.O.P.D. as the Sixth District. Beat cops call it the Animal Kingdom or Fort Apache (Originally named before the Bronx police station adopted the name). It is located at 1930 Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard at the intersection of South Rampart Street
This is a story of unimaginable death and mayhem that is known only to the New Orleans Police Department homicide division. Their division covers the entire city on both sides of the river. The homicide detectives call themselves the Grim Reapers.
NOPD Homicide Division 3The Grim Reapers
Our day starts, when yours ends.
The Sixth District Police Station...
The 80s architecture of the station was so modern in its time. The red and gray brick building with the green metal roof has large windows on the first and second floors, divided by a red roof overhang. However, that was a decade ago. The building, on Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard, shows the abuse of weather, climate, lack of maintenance. The ceilings have water stains from several thunderstorms and a few hurricanes. More than one restroom has plumbing leaks, rust-looking stains in the bowls of the basins and toilets.
Inside the first inner door, you enter the roll call room. It has suspended ceiling tiles. The room has its share of damages from shotguns that were triggered by being slammed on tables or chairs. Pock marks from bird shot speckle the tiles. Some of the officers’ lockers have dents from fists pounded into the doors, after frustrating, irritating shifts dealing with the emotional stress, and from the public antagonism towards the officers’ actions. The floors are no longer the cold gray asbestos tiles that were removed years ago. They now display peel-and-stick linoleum tiles with the same gray color. The walls were a dull, light gray with brick red trim on the chair rail molding, window and door molding and crown molding. Being the Irish Channel’s only police station, everyone in the neighborhood wondered why the interior wasn’t green, white and orange.
Through the roll call room to the door on the left, it leads you down the hallway to the interrogation rooms, the detective offices and, at the end of the hallway, the District Commander’s office.
The lead investigator of the Irish Channel serial murders is the savvy Detective Sergeant August Gus
De Noux. He’s about five feet six inches tall with black wavy hair and, as the girls would say, one of those pencil thin ‘sexy’ French mustaches. His dark brown eyes are much like a puppy dog’s heart warmers, when he’s in a jovial mood. However, when he’s serious, they become cold steel knife blades that cut right through you. He might be small in stature, but he is a lean-mean-crime-fighting machine.
The work on this case is on-going for about four and a half months. De Noux and his partner, first year investigator Dante Nuzzollilo, grind out exhaustive hours researching the evidence, collecting leads from confidential informants and performing surveillance on possible suspects.
Dante is about five feet nine inches tall with brown curly hair and brown eyes with dark shadows below them. He has a barrel chest, big hulking hands and strong arms. He sports a mustache, also, but his is a dark, bushy lip warmer. He too has a mild and a dangerous side.
On this late night, actually this early hot, sticky morning in August, about 2 A.M., De Noux asks Nuzzollilo, What do we have?
Responding to the 60-something graying detective, Nuzzollilo says, There’s been five known hits, using professional assassination techniques. The scenes are wiped clean, no fingerprints, no suspect DNA, no extraneous debris left behind. All spent casings from the gunshots are gone, probably picked up by the shooter; and, the worst news of all, no witnesses—not live ones, anyway.
De Noux to his 30-something partner, "I’ve never seen a series of hits like this freaking case.
Hell, even my mob informants are impressed with these jobs.
Nuzzollilo, These murders are not typical? Cases like the Reapers normally work?
Nope. These are masterfully planned and executed. The local mob usually remove their messes with clean-up squads, acid or alligators.
Alligators?
Nuzzollilo, nervously clicking his ink pen, asks somewhat surprised.
Yep. When the mob boss, Marchanti, doesn’t like someone, he invites them to his campgrounds on Bayou Segnette. You know, Churchill Havens. After a few rounds of cards, the poor scumbag is ‘taken out of the game,’ and his body dragged to the end of a pier and dumped—for gator food.
Damn! Cold hearted, aren’t they.
You don’t have any idea, Nuzz.
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December 12, 1998
Eight, Nine, Ten...11:51 P.M...
With bacon sizzling and eggs frying in the background, Brett McSharry sits at the counter of CC’s Coffee House. He is on his third cup of jo (java), preparing for his night shift at the docks on the river, south of Tchoupitoulas.
Janae, dat bacon smells some good, bae.
Yeah, thanks, suga. Keeps ya comin' back, don't it?
You know it,
McSharry responds.
Out of the corner of his eye, McSharry sees a man in an expensive dark navy blue wool suit walk into the shop, orders a cup of Irish blend coffee (strong coffee with a shot of Bailey’s) then sits in a booth near the door.
The red-haired, tall, lean McSharry, in his red, black and green plaid flannel shirt, takes his last gulp, drops a tip on the bar and heads out the door.
The dapper man leaves his coffee unfinished, places a tip on the table top and quietly exits the coffee shop. He maintains a safe distance behind McSharry.
McSharry climbs into a 1978 Ford F150 pickup, black in color with a right front fender painted in a light, base paint gray. He cranks the motor and slides onto Magazine Street headed east. When he reaches Third Street, he turns right.
A silver Jaguar, driven by the stranger, makes an quick turn onto Second, speeds towards the river, traveling the wrong way on the one-way street, until it reaches Chippewa and turns right. When the Jag arrives at Third, the stranger uses the English pony to block the pickup’s advance.
McSharry pulls within a foot of the silver car, stops and sticks his head out of the driver’s side window. He shouts, What’s the matta wit’ ya, ya fu’kin’ bastid! Why ya gotta block the street for? I gotta go ta work, man.
The window on the passenger’s side of the Jaguar opens quietly, with a slight whir of the electric motor. A black sheep-skin-gloved hand, holding a Walther PPKS with a silencer attached, slowly raises the handgun to the driver’s shoulder height. McSharry, have you left your wife home safely tonight?
What do ya know ‘bout my misses and meself? It’s none o’ your bizness!
Oh, it is, McSharry. It is.
The finely dressed man calmly pulls the trigger of the handgun. There’s that momentary flash from the yellowish-red flame shooting out of the handgun. The spent cartridge jumps out of the gun, hits the stranger on the left side of his face and drops to the floorboard of the Jag.
From a muffled shot, McSharry slumps over the door of his pickup.
The driver of the Jaguar exits the vehicle, opens the right side, rear door, picks up the casing. Next he pulls a small plastic bag from his left pocket, deposits the item in the bag, zips it shut and places it back into his pocket. He reenters the Jag, closes the window on the passenger side and puts the car into drive. The silver automobile slowly maneuvers away from the scene.
No one notices the pickup in the middle of the roadway until 6:30 A.M. the next morning when the neighborhood stirs for the new day. Well, no one except for a few gangster punks who deal their junk around the playground restrooms..., but they are not seeing anything.
After backing on Chippewa, the stranger turns in the correct direction on Second and drives to that entrance of the park. He approaches the two young drug dealers. The stranger man asks them, Have you lads seen anything?
No. Nottin, mista. We ain’t seen nottin.
Good lads, lest you seek a similar fate.
The stranger re-enters his Jaguar and silently drives away. Well, not entirely away... He circles the block and approaches the area of the drug peddlers.
As the distinguished looking man sticks a $100.00 bill out of the door and calls the gangsters to his car, Look, bro. He's gonna give us a bribe,
.
Thinking that the stranger’s about to give them money for their silence, they quickly walk to his car. When they are within five feet of the Jaguar, he pulls his left hand, with the bill, back into the car. Suddenly, his right gloved-hand sticks out the window with the Walther.
Two quick, flash-flash, muffled shots leave no live witnesses.
The man grabs the spent cartridges, packages them and leaves the area.
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December 12th, 1999
Two...Code 5 (surveillance) at Clay Square playground...
Alright, Nuzz, fill me in on the second hit, victim number two.
Alright. Ya ready?
We got all night, hopefully. Take your time.
"Alright. Here it is:
In September 1998, on the 24th, there was a professional hit behind the old Baptist church on St. Thomas Street. It was discovered at 7:45 A.M. by a mechanic, preparing to urinate between the two buildings. He said the restroom in the garage was too dirty.
The victim was John Long Legs
Rutherford, a long time runner for Marchanti until he was caught skimming the bosses’ earnings from his video gambling concerns.
His rap sheet includes five pages of petty crimes, burglaries, simple assaults, aggravated batteries and five armed robberies. He’s spent five years in Angola for the armed robberies. They had to kick him out to make room for the bad guys. When he left Angola, he made his piece with Marchanti..., becoming a stool for his boss, doing whatever it took to make amends—including murder of Marchanti’s enemies.
His body was found between the back of the Greater St. James Baptist Church and the garage behind the church. There was one shot between Long Legs’ eyes. No evidence, other than the body, the blood of the vic and the brand-less footprints embedded in the mud. The prints were made by someone wearing leather soled shoes. No distinguishing marks or other evidence were located.
The coroner’s office said the cause of death was the gunshot wound. The time of death was about six hours before the body was discovered. That put the death at about 2 A.M. The coroner added that the GSR, gunshot residue, was indicative of a shot fired approximately five feet from the vic.
Long Legs had a cheap watch, twenty three dollars in his wallet, some sixty-seven cents in his right pocket, along with the keys to a 1992 silver Dodge Dart. There was no known motive for the murder, well, other than a possible mob-ordered one.
"So far, the only common evidence to the two murders are the shots between the eyes, approximately five feet from the victims, the location, in the Irish Channel and no one alive to provide a witness report.
"Well, that’s not much to go on.
What’s the next case, Nuzz?
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January 1, 1999
Eleven...
Nuzzollilo, "This one’s the Candy Love case. Two nuns were visiting their favorite night place, Parasol’s Restaurant and Bar on Constance Street. As they approached the house next to the Parasol, they noticed the body of Love on the walkway entrance to that dwelling. They called to the woman, thinking that she might be a bit under the weather. When the victim didn’t respond, they opened the gate, walked up to the body and gave her several nudges. When they didn’t get a response, they checked her pulse—found the body to be slightly warm, but no pulse. One ran to Parasol’s to call 911 while the other remained to pray over the victim.
Nervously clicking his ink pen’s retract button numerous times, Nuzzollilo continues, Candy Love is a whore and a petty thief. She has a record of 53 priors for prostitution. She also had several shoplifting arrests, one arrest for forgery.
De Noux, I remember some of my snitches caught syph and clap from her.
Not surprising. But, why would a professional hit-man do her in?
De Noux, That’s what we’re here to find out, Rookie. Go on.
Nuzzollilo shakes off the ‘rookie’ moniker and continues, "The coroner reported a single shot between her eyes. The GSR is indicative of a shot from five feet away, plus or minus a foot.
No casings were found. No prints, DNA or other incriminating evidence was located,
Nuzzollilo added.
Nuzzollilo, You got that nervous twitch again?
Whacha mean, Nuzz?
The balls of you feet and toes are squirming like earthworms on the end of a fishing hook,
he adds jokingly.
De Noux, returning to a conscientious stillness, looking serious, Thirty-two caliber, right?
Yep.
Again, Dante clicks his ink pen and continues, On the fence... Prints were found on the fence. Those of Love, one of the nuns, and the mailman. Oh, and there were several men’s prints there, also. It appears that they are on her
John" list, which she