TIME OF THE ROOK: TALES OF THE ROOK BOOK ONE

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CHAPTER 16: EVIL HAS ITS DAY PART TWO

“Anyone I know Mister Dolor?”

“.….. Ah; Bishop, SYNGH….... That is, or was….... a calling cardfor one Deacon Drake…... Have either of you ever heard of him?”

The man known as Bishop was quick to answer. Mickey Dolor, shot him a piercing glance.

“.…. Self proclaimed godfather of the northwest….. Were we stepping on his toes?”

“Not that I am aware of! That weasel claims that Drake’s boys are now in control of my operations…..”

Mickey Dolornow looked to SYNGH DUCT- TOH.

“The Mouth SYNGH?”

“.…. Dead! He went undercoverto protect the snitch in Alcatraz…..”

“Shame…... The man was a rare sort of talent…... This, now expires our contract….. How would you feel about joining our little organization? I could use a man of your talents…..”

“.…. I, did not yet get chance, to fulfill my contract….. Until new opportunity arises, I shall remain with your organization…..”

“Good! Bishop?”

“Yes Mister Dolor?”

“Give the knife here a suite, and a months pay up front; and then fetch me a driver…..”

“.…. Time for a little toe- stepping of our own?”

“.…. Right! Nobody muscles in on my business…..”


JOHNNY’S BAR AND GRILL

CALIFORNIA

“Been a long time Rook…..Have the usual?”

“.…. Make it a double will you Shirley?”

“.…. You got it….. One double scotchon the rocks, coming right up…..”

Shirley Cutler, instinctively reached for the shelf beneath the bar; a revolver at the ready, as one more caller entered her place. This one, he was a tall and medium built; straight walking man wearing a short- brimmed hat, a black vest and matching black trousers, a plain brown tie, and a brown trencher. This tavern keeper a toughened middle aged woman that has seen many a conflict; she relaxed on recognition of the other.

“Hey Boots? What can I get for you?”

“Give me what the Rook’s having will you Shirley?”

“One more double scotch on the rocks, coming up…..”

“Thanks Shirley…..”

“I knew I would find you here Rook…..It’s not your fault…..”

“.…. It was my idea Boots….. I sent him in there…..”

“.…. Marty, he knew the score….. We all know how dangerous this life can be…..”

Shirley laid down two coasters, and placed their drinks near to their left hands.

“.…. Shirley?”

“.…. In case we get anymore callers…..”

“That’s what I like about you Shirley….. You keep up on all the business…..”

The Rook moved to reach for his wallet in his left pocket. Boots had his out and open first.

“I’ve got this round….. You get the next….”

Shirley interceded. “First round is on the house….. I think I’ll join you…..”

“Thanks Shirley….. Business slow?”

“..…. Dead would be the most appropriate term…... If, you guys are hungry, I’ll throw a couple of steaks on the grill…..”

“Sounds good Shirley….. Maybe in a couple of hours…..”

The Rook glanced to the front entrance.

“.…. Shirley? I hate to ask…..”

“I am way ahead of you Rook….. I am officially shut down for the rest of the evening.”

“You’re the best Shirley…..”


REEVES’ BEACH- SIDE HOUSE

“Miss Minerva? Perhaps you should wait until they return?”

“My brother….. He is missing….. my first thoughts, they were to free him from execution by proving that he was framed for the murder….. Marty, Crunch, and Slash….. They are all dead because of my ignorance…..”

“.…. You had no way of knowing this would happen….. These days, we live in dangerous times- a world gone hostile. In choosing to defy criminals of their power to influence change, what ever the result good or bad; we will always be playing with the fates of ourselves and of those closest to us…..”

“.…. My brother, he could yet live….. I need to know…..”

“.…. This I sense is true of the situation….. Your brothers’ death; it now seems to be an unlikely scenario…... For, if the assassination of your brother had been so important to Deacon Drake; why would their have been necessity of a plant to impersonate him?”

“.…. This, it could mean that Deacon Drake, he has my brother beneath the thumb of his organization…..”

“Yes….. That would appear to be a fair amount of decent deductive reasoningon your part….. The Rook, I do believe that he is rubbing off on you…..”


THE CITADEL

BASE OF OPERATIONS FOR DEACON DRAKE

“Armond Trevelle? It would seem that your time spent as a fighter, it has toughened you in so many curious ways…..”

“Piss off Drake!”

“.…. Such disrespect, in my house….. Teach this loser another lesson boys….. Don’t stop until I hear him scream…..”

“This one, he may never break Godfather…..”

“.… Yes, and yet; he must be allowed to live, until I have recovered that which is rightfully mine!”

“What about his sister Don drake? We could use her…..”

“No! You bastards! You stay away from her!”

“.…... The boy, he seems a might bit touchy on the subject of his sister; doesn’t he? For now, his sister must remain under our protection…... She knows many details in informing on Mickey Dolor’s business, and of the enforcers of law that have been brought into his family…..”

“.…. Godfather? We have two of Dolor’s badges on route…..”

“Excellent….. It is time these syndicates learn who really rules over their cities…..”


JOHNNY’S BAR AND GRILL

CALIFORNIA

“.…. I feel old Boots…..”

“Yeah, I know how you feel Rook…..”

“.…. Marty and me, we were going to celebrate my forty eighth, with a Hawaii cruise….. two girls, two guys; paradise to bring in a new year, for me anyway…..”

“Marty, he never did marry did he?”

“Nah….. Marty, he didn’t like the feeling of being chained to one place…..”

“.…. You want for me to talk to Marty’s girl Rook? The department, they are going to put a call through to me as soon as they have completed their preliminary investigation…..”

“No…... That’s alright Boots…... Marty, he was my best friend…... It ought to be coming from me…..”

“Up to you Rook….. Shirley? How about one more round?”

“Coming right up…..”

“The dame, Minerva Boots? How is she taking this?”

“.…. About as good as you could expect….. Like you, she blames herself…..”

“We shouldn’t have left her alone…..”

“Not a problem Rook….. Graves, he’s watching out for her…..”

REEVES’ BEACH- SIDE HOUSE

“.…. Miss Minerva, I brought you some hot tea…..”

Graves quickly scanned his surroundings. There was no signs of a struggle, and his guest; she was nowhere to be seen.

“Bollocks! I had thought I had gotten through to her…..”

“Graves?”

“Reverend Reeves? Are you well?”

“One of Mickey Dolor’s hired thugs, they roughed me up a little bit; but I’ll be okay… “



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