Calvin had used his phone call to contact the agent. Back while he served in the Middle East, Banks had worked with his unit on the terror squad as they hunted down high value targets. The agent was there to make certain that the arrests, if there was one, was done by the book.
Calvin used to tease Banks regarding his resemblance to and mannerisms of Samuel L Jackson. The law man had told him to look him up once he got back stateside and he always intended to. But now, here he was, getting the man out of bed because he simply had no one else to turn to.
“What if I don’t want to “forget it?” Calvin asked as they walked back to Bank’s car. “They assaulted me for no reason.”
“My friend, you had a gun to the head of a cop in front of twenty of his buddies. I think we can call your getting off with a ticket for loitering…I think we can call that even.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“Besides, I think your two playmates are going to have a tough time explaining why they were there, in uniform seven hours after their shift ended.”
“I have no idea.” Calvin said.
“Maybe not, but I do.” Banks replied.
“Meaning what?”
“That girl. The one who called the cops on you. What do you know about her?”
“I know that she doesn’t like me. I had a brief run in with her at my job.”
“Oh yeah. You work at the “Kwik E” Mart.” Banks said to him.
“It’s a mini mart and why is that a source of such amusement for everyone? I’d probably get more respect if I sold dope or something.”
“You’d probably get her respect. She seems to have a thing for criminals.”
“Meaning?”
“You ever heard of Tony Lino?”
“The Italian gangster? Yeah, I’ve heard of him.”
“She’s his mistress.”
“Well.” Calvin said as he finally appeared to understand. “I suppose that explains her disdain for me, her high end whip and luxury townhome.”
“Not exactly. You see, she’s a high class hoe. She makes her living escorting.”
“No shit? Well, she definitely has the face and the body for it. But…”
“But what?” Banks asked.
“It seemed weird you know; she seemed genuinely remorseful about calling the law on me once she realized that it was me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself my friend. You’re not her type in the slightest. She likes her men wealthy and white.”
“No worries. I’ll find a new bus stop to stand at from here on out.”
“Good idea.”
“And the two cops?”
“They are on the Lino Family payroll.”
“Bought with a price.”
“Indeed.”
“But it begs the question, if you guys know all of this…the dirty cops, the escort, their ties to the mob, then why haven’t you busted them all?
I mean, these cops have a license to kick ass on the street and y’all are just allowing them to do so.”
“It’s called building a case Calvin. If you had taken my advice and applied to the academy in Quantico, you’d know this.”
“Maybe I was simply tired of shooting and being shot at. But anyway, thanks for getting me out of jail.”
“Calvin you literally saved my life on two occasions while we were in harms way. I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for you.”
“Just doing my job.”
“But you did that job for me. That’s something that buys you a lot of leeway as far as I’m concerned. Listen, I’m going to do a barbecue for the Fourth of July. Nothing special just a few friends and family. Why don’t you swing by?”
“That’s like a month and a half away. Let me see what life looks like for me by then.”
“The invitation is there. And I can tell you, you haven’t lived until you’ve tasted my beer can chicken.”
“Well, the store will be closed that day, and I…fuck it. Put me down as a guest Aaron.”
“Alright now! That’s what I’m talking about. Should I put a “plus one” down as well?”
Calvin chuckled. “Come on Aaron, what woman in her right mind would want to date a man with more kills than John Wayne Gacy, and who is also not really in his right mind?”
Chapter Eight: The next day, two hours before Sassy yet Classy opened for lunch hour.
“Let me get this straight.” Tony Lino said as he puffed on a cigar. “Two highly trained police officers got their asses handed to them by a bum at a bus stop? And an unarmed bum to boot? I mean, if I’ve got it wrong, please, by all means correct me.”
“Tony.”
“We’d best stick with “Mr.Lino” for now.” Tony tells the one who’s trying to explain.
“I’m sorry. Mr.Lino, this guy wasn’t no bum. McCoy said. “He’s some kind of former Rambo like commando or something.”
Tony Lino looked at his other henchmen who were all seated. Is it possible that they’ve found the killer of Benny Bingo?
“What do you know about him Summers?” Lino asked the other still standing man.
“No priors of any kind. He has never gotten as much as a parking ticket.”
“Do you think its possible that he did Benny Bingo?”
“Possible, but unlikely.”
“Based off of…”
“Twenty five years of dealing with pure scum on the street. Whatever this guy is, he isn’t a hit man.”
“Uh, boss?” The other cop said. “There…there’s something else.”
“Well? Don’t keep us in suspense McCoy, what the fuck is it?”
“Its about Ms. Tiffany.”
“What about Ms. Tiffany?”
“She seemed awful upset about us leaning on Jefferson.”
“Tiffany is the one who told me about this guy Jefferson, prompting me to send you two morons over there in the first place.”
“Yeah but she was…”
“No more of this. Tiffany fucking hates black men. No way she has any connections with the guy beyond the superficial.”
“But…”
“You two can go now.”
“Mr. Lino I…”
“You still here?”
The men quickly exit Lino’s office.
“Bumbling idiots.” Lino said after he was alone with four of his men. “So tell me consigliere, what should I make of this?” He said to his most trusted adviser Frank Gallo.
“Tiff and a black? Naw, I don’t see that happening in a gazillion fucking years. She’s like a Kardashian in reverse. Know what I mean?”
Tony laughed, “amen to that!”
“I agree with Summers though. I don’t think this guy killed Benny.” Frank added. “I mean the guy was sleeping at the bus stop for Christ sake.”
“Could be a cover.”
“One that involves him kicking the asses of two cops and threatening to kill one? Lack of discretion doth not a hitman maketh.”
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