CHAPTER 5: BIG TROUBLE, BIG CITY PART THREE
Downtown Los Angeles………………….. Fifth Street, off Broadway and Fourth. The Trinity Methodist Episcopal Church…..… One Reverend, Samuel Mc-William Reeves….... Old wartime companion to my dear departed father, twenty years go. Different automobile, same family.
The old church, it looks about the same. At least it does to me. The square bell tower, octagon steeple entry; it is undergoing some minor renovations. Samuel, he is awaiting me in the doorway to the church; as I exit my automobile.
“Long time, no see.....”
“Right..... Too long, old friend.”
“….. Your father? You here to talk about him?”
“………. Perhaps some other time Sam. Marty the Mouth, have you seen him? He’s on the lamb.”
“From the police?”
“No..... From the Syndicate!”
“Come on in Rook..... Let’s have a drink in the parlor.....”
“Sounds like a plan….. You got any whiskey Sam?”
“….. I do, but only for special occasions.....”
“I think that is just what I need.”
Something peculiar caught my eyes as I walked through the chapel, on the way to the parlor.
“Hold- up Sam?”
“….. Perhaps I should spend some time in confession.”
“….. Confession Rook? I don’t recall you ever have requesting a confessional before.....”
“The altar Sam..... One candle is blown out! Sign of the requesting, by one person; for a confessional, if I’m not mistaken.....”
“Could never get one past you eh Rook?”
“Come on out Marty..... I, wasn’t followed.”
“Looks like, it may be time for a little confession of my own; huh Rook?”
“No problem Sam. The man, he knows how it is…….. That invite still open, for drinks in your parlor?”
“Right..... This way Marty, Rook.....”
Little did I know, this one….. The Black Bishop, that had been searching for Marty; had known more about me than I do about myself.....