CHAPTER 20: FINEST HOUR PART ONE
“.…. Two of L.A’s finest? Why does this not surprise me?”
“Deacon Drake….. Mickey Dolor, he’s not going to like us leaving his organization…..”
“Of course not! Today, we wage a war of powers by influence…..”
“.…... Connections you meat- head….... Allying the Syndicate with civil authorities, gives our organizations a certain amount of leverage….. But now, that is quickly changing…..”
“Right..... The Feds? Their interest in the business, it is on the rise; and special investigators, they are frequently on the prowl…..”
“Very good Captain Schaefer….. You may be smarter than you look…..”
“We’re on the low margin of civil authority interests Mister Drake….. What benefit will you have of our employ?”
“.…. Curious, how rare it is; for me to be found at being mistaken…..”
“Tell me Captain? What events are well known for integrating new sources of capital into the system?”
“.…. Goods and services….. Guns and drugs?”
“So, you do know a little of the economics of the industry…….. Good! Although, you are forgetting the most important source…..”
“War my dear Captain….. Of all chosen professions and productions, nothing brings more money into the system better than war…..”
“You want to instigate a gang war with all the bosses in the syndicate?!”
“As well as, all sources of civil authority…..”
“No! No way, we ain’t signing up for this…..”
“.……. I am so very disappointed to hear that….. So be it then, you two are expendable after all….. Boys?”
Two tall well built stiffs in overcoats and cleaned and pressed suits, brought their two Thompson sub-machine guns forward at attention to appease their boss. One hoodlum of high ranking in Drakes’ organization standing to each side of their father, the barrels of their favored weapons pointing downward towards their left and right toes.
“Hey now, wait a minute here…..”
“You had your chance….. Die with some sense of dignity….”
Pointing the index and ring finger of his right and left hands forward to aim at the two bad cops, the hoodlums immediately open fire. Two dirty officers are now slain. Deacon Drake arose from his chair.
“.…. Call on a cleaner, and get a couple of stewards out here to clean up this mess.....”
“The bodies boss?”
Deacon Drake paused his steps, his attentions at returning to the interior confines of his residence quickly interrupted.
“.….Dump them in the drink…..”
“Yes, Godfather Drake…..”
One steward, a man most trusted of his employ; now approached the self proclaimed Godfather.
“Talk to me.....”
“Dolor, he has made his move…..”
“Good! It begins…..”
KING’S CANYON PARK
“Did you come alone detective?”
“Yeah, I’m alone….. You have the package?”
“.…. Open it!”
The caller, he quickly opened the package; to guarantee a semblance of trust from the private detective with his hand in his right coat pocket.
“Is that what you’re looking for?”
The Rook, he nodded in silence before commenting on the secret delivery; of the days’ parcel.
“Looks like….. The owners? They give you any trouble?”
“Nah ….. Everyone loves money…..”
“.…. Any left?”
“Yeah, about three hundred…..”
“Geese, what an expensive procurement this was….. I hope it was worth it….. ”
“.…. Keep in touch?”
It never ceases to amaze me how fast things move, as ages increase and time quickly passes.
We now have evidence of police based collusion in the gang- related syndicates of the states, and we’ve gotten a hold of something even more…..
Minerva….. It took her brother being abducted, to get the widow to let us in on another of her big secrets…..
Her and her brother, they were strapped for cash; and they attempted to bribe one of the worst bosses in the states…..
We now have in our possession, the object that Mickey Dolor is searching for……. Just when things may seem to be looking a little clearer, I am handed yet another mystery…..
The object of Dolor’s interest? One stuffed bird….. Now, I don’t mean some kind of toy that you would give to a child. I mean of course, the strange art of taxidermy….. This bird, it is some kind of hawk; or quite possibly a falcon…..
My suspicions, they are running wild on multiple scenarios; and the only one thing I can conclude on is a reality that does not fill me with a whole lot of comfort…..
The only way for me to find out for certain, is to have the bird looked at by a professor of the biological sciences…..
I’ve decided to take the monstrous looking thing home with me….. I cannot contact the University until morning. In the meantime, I have a few more questions for the widow…..
To protect ourselves, we have taken the liberty of keeping to one place; our group now alternating our positioning of current location. Tonight, the gang is holding up at my place…... Should make for an interesting evening…..
MICKEY DOLOR’S RESIDENCE
“.…. Do you have any news for me? Best make it quick, I need to greet the bosses….”
“.…. It’s about Bishop Mister Dolor….. You were right, he has his own agenda…..”
“Can’t trust anybody these days…..”
“Want for me and a few of the boys to hunt him down and rub him out?”
“No! Leave Bishop to the knife…..”
“You got it boss…..”
“Oh, and Knuckles? My condolences, on your brothers passing…..”
“Thanks boss….. I’ll get the devil that slew him one day…..”
“Keep me informed?”
“.…. Well Mister DUCT- TOH, it seems like we already have a new job for you after all…..”
Warden Johnston….. Report immediately to the morgue…..
“How can a body up and disappear?”
“.…. The Gorgon, he’s a spook you know….. He practices black magic…..”
“Nonsense! Maybe he knows some form of cultural practices, and sciences that we do not: biology, chemistry and such….. There is no such thing as magic…..”
“I’ll put in a call to the Coast Guard….. It is highly unlikely that he will find a way off of the island…..”
“Right, and even if he does; the sharks, they will get him for sure…..”
“All this talk of black magic….. You are going to give me the heebie jeebies…..”
“What about this one? No identity, and no fingerprints…..”
“.…. Must be a hired killer for the mob….. I have already placed a call to the feds….. I’m expecting a couple of agents by tomorrow morning…..”
“Bag it! Tag it! Grab a box for it….. I have a feeling, we need to secure this one, where prying eyes cannot look at it…..”
BASE OF OPERATIONS FOR DEACON DRAKE
“Well, well….. Trevelle….. We have it under good authority that your sister has acquired that which we are looking for…..”
“Leave her alone!”
“Oh, don’t worry about your sister…..We still need her as much as we need you, that is for now…..”
“You will get nothing from me…..”
“Oh, that is where you are wrong boy..... We always get what we are looking for….. Doctor? Clean him up, and prepare him for transport…..”
“Yes Godfather Drake…..”
“Yes….. I am having you delivered to the feds….. I, unlike the smaller bosses; have many federal connections….. The feds, they will do my work for me…..”
“Bastard! You are trying to lure out my sister….. The feds, they will kill her…..”
“No! That I believe is unlikely…... Your sister, she is too great the asset…... Minerva, she will gladly trade what is mine for you.….... For your return…... You see? What evidence is to be found within this decoration, it is insignificant in my over- all incrimination….. Although, it will be enough to clear you of murder….. It will not be any real evidence, that can be used against me…..”
“What, what do you mean? That is what you are after…..”
“True… Me, and it seems everybody else these days….. I want this piece returned in order to force your sister into giving me what I am really searching for…..”
“Well, well, well…….. You really do not know your sister as well as you thought, now do- you?”
THE ROOK’S RESIDENCE
“Talk to me widow…... Why is that stuffed bird of so great the importance to Deacon- Drake?”
“.…. National treasury director Eugene Bates…..”
“So much for your brother being framed for political murder….. Do continue…..”
“Drake, he needed Bates to make money for the Syndicate…..... We needed money….…. Armond, he could not find work….. His interests as a fighter got the attentions of Drake, as a competitor for fast and easy cash…..”
“Yeah, for Drake anyway….. Armond, he beat Drake’s best fighters right?”
“Right….. Drake, he took us in as a part of the family….. He forced my brother to fight for him….. he also forced me to conduct secret operations for the mob…..”
“You were a tool of seduction, to get Bates into working for Drake?”
“That was Drake’s plan…... When the plan failed, Drake became vindictive…... Vindictive, and violent….. He cut off all of Bates’ fingers, and filled him full of holes…..”
“I see….. What about the bird?”
“.…. Drake, he has a strange sense of humor in spiritual influence….. His doctor, he is also a taxidermist; and one of Drake’s most trusted allies…..”
“.….... I was afraid of that….…. Bates’ organs and fingers, they’re inside the bird aren’t they?”
“Good god Rook! “ Boots exclaimed aloud shaking his head, throwing his arms up; while moving fast away from the stuffed bird. “This Deacon Drake is a psycho…..”
“Yeah, and the doctor held under Drake’s influence; he is even worse than that Boots…..”
“.…. Mister Rook?”
“Yeah Graves; come on in…..”
“Mister Reeves would like to speak with you in your study…..”
“Thank you Graves…..”