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| FATHER JACOB {Chapter FOUR} |
Levi wasn’t having any luck calling around, so he decided to just go over to Jimmy’s house. Jumping on his bike, he took off down the street. He had gotten only six blocks when his cell rang.
“Hello, Langley Field, Agent Larson speaking. How may I direct your call?” Levi answered.
“Nice change Keyman.” Jeremy laughed.
“What’s up Flav Dog?” Levi asked, also laughing.
“Where are you?” Jeremy inquired.
“Biking over to Jimmy’s.” Levi responded. “Why?”
“Don’t go over there Keyman! I just went by there, and there are a couple of squads there.” Jeremy said with a worried tone.
“Oh shit Flav!” Levi said as he stopped his bike.
“You don’t think he got busted holding do you?”
“I don’t know dude. But I’m more then a little worried right now.” Jeremy’s voice was cracking as he spoke.
“Shit man.” Levi said with a panic in his voice. “You know he’s gonna snitch us all out, don’t you? I knew we never should have allowed him to pick up the shit.”
“You don’t have anything at your place do you?” Jeremy asked, half praying he’d say yes, so they could go smoke to calm his nerves.
“No, no man. I smoked the last of mine yesterday after school. And I keep my pipes out in the woods, so no one will ever find them.”
“Well that’s good I guess.” Jeremy said, glad that Levi didn’t have anything to get busted with, but still a little disappointed. “I’m going to go get my pipes out of the house right now.”
“This isn’t good Flav Dog. Not good at all.” Levi said. “Did you try to get a hold of Brandon?”
“No, no I haven’t.?”
“Well, I’m only like ten blocks away from there. I’ll just pedal on over and see if he knows anything.”
“Okay, cool.” Jeremy said. “Call me after you get there Keyman, okay?”
“Will do Flav. Later.”
Levi hung up his phone and jumped back on his bike. He took off towards Brandon’s house. As he turned the corner unto Adams Street, he nearly wiped out. A sense of fear swept over him that he had never felt before. He damn near pissed himself. Parked in front of Brandon’s house was an ambulance and like eight police cars.
“Holy shit fuck!” Levi whispered. He sat there transfixed for almost ten minutes, before turning his bike around and pedaling as fast as his legs would pump. It took thirteen minutes to get to Jeremy’s house. Normal time would have been just over twenty. Jumping off his bike and running inside, Levi shouted.
“Flav Dog!?”
“Jesus, you don’t have to shout so loud.” Jeremy called out.
“You home alone man?” Levi asked.
“Yeah, why? Did you find out about Jimmy?”
“No. No man. It gets worse.” Levis said with a nervous cry to his voice. “There are cops swarming all over around Brandon’s. There’s an ambulance over there too.”
“What?” Jeremy asked, feeling weak in the knees. “Oh God, we’re fucked, aren’t we Keyman?”
“I think so Flav.” Levi responded. “I think so.”
Chief Jamanski sat at his desk. He was trying to get a handle on what was happening in his town. In the past three days, there had now been seven people murdered in their homes. Five teenage boys had gone missing. And that was just the ones they currently knew about. He prayed there wasn’t more, but his experience told him, if there wasn’t already more, there soon would be. He wasn’t even sure right now how the cases were linked; if they were at all. Two of the kid’s parents were killed. Two sets of parents were missing, and the other missing kid had been reported by his mother. Did he have a bunch of kids killing their parents on his hands? Was some whacko killing the parents and kidnapping the boys? And the one kid whose mother called him in missing? Was he connected or not? Maybe that one was just a runaway? He really didn’t know.
What he knew for sure, was all hell was breaking loose in his peaceful little burg. He had already fielded calls from CNN, MSNBC, FOX news, and all the local media. The FBI had called and was sending in two task forces. And for some reason, there were two men from the NSA waiting in the lobby to see him. He had just hung up with the Asst. Sec of Defense. He figured he had maybe six to eight hours to come up with some answers before his authority was usurped. And there was no way he was going to end up on the outside looking in, like some two bit hick Sheriff.
The delivery truck headed north towards the river. It really wasn’t a delivery truck. Inside was a fully functional emergency room; staffed with two doctors and three nurses. As the truck was enroute, the medical staff started working on Brandon. A quick X-ray showed no cranial damage. Just a truly nasty gash about six inches long, across the boys head. After quickly shaving the back of his head, the doctors started stitching him up. There was no need to worry about giving him any anesthetics; the drugs from the tranquilizer dart would insure he felt nothing for the next couple hours or more.
Back in the alley, the man stood there waiting with the guy in the Italian silk suit, for the burly guy to return.
“What the bloody hell did he expect me to do? Leave that boy there to go to the cops?”
“Well you could have popped him right there.” The suit said.
“Listen, I do the jobs I’m hired for. If you guys want him dead, you’ll have to do it. I don’t kill kids!” The man said with a hint of morality to his tone.
“Yo Jeeves, I was just joking with you.” The suit replied.
The man stepped towards the suit, reaching into his coat, placing his hand on the butt of his revolver he yelled.
“Don’t call me Jeeves you bloody pansy Dago!”
The burly man walked back out from the restaurant.
“Settle down gents!” He said with an authority that made the other two calm down and step apart.
“Okay, here’s an address. The two of you take the extra kid there.”
“Why do I have to go?” The suit said. “I didn’t fuck this up.”
“Because you’re being told to!” The burly man barked. “And to ensure this doesn’t get anymore fucked up then it already is. Got that?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He replied as he walked to the van.
Jacob sat waiting outside the storage building, in the darkness of the entrance way. Checking his watch he mumbled to himself.
“Hurry up guys. I don’t have all night.” He thought about Tobias. Services should have gotten done about an hour ago, and he didn’t want to keep him waiting to long. After all he had promised to meet with him tonight.
As the van pulled into the parking lot and backed up to the door, Jacob walked up and waved for the driver to stop. Opening the doors of the van he picked up the body and hefted it over his shoulder. He didn’t see the boys face in the dim moon light.
“Need any help?” The man asked.
“No I got him.” Jacob replied. “You guys get out of here before someone sees you.”
As they pulled out of the lot, the suits phone rang.
“Hello, yeah he’s here, we just dropped off the extra kid. Okay, just a sec.” Turning to the man. “He wants to talk to you.”
“What?” The man asked. After listening quietly for about three minutes the man said. “Okay, I’ll call you back when it’s done.”
Turning to the suit he said. “They have another one, and you’re coming with.”
“What the hell for?”
“Cause I don’t have the time to take you back to the restaurant.”
Jacob carried the boy through the tunnel systems from the storage buildings to the church. It was a good thing the church Elders had built the underground system when they first erected the church and out buildings over 100 years ago. They made what he was doing now a little less risky.
He laid the boy down to unlock the tunnel door that lead into the church basement. Once opened, he flicked on the light inside. As he turned and knelt to pick up the boy he froze.
“Oh dear God!” Jacob whispered. “Jimmy?”
Jacob pulled out his phone and hit redial.
“Hello.”
“It’s Jacob. We have a serious problem.”
“What now?” The voice on the other end asked.
“The boy they just dropped off.”
“Yeah? What about him?”
“He’s one of my Altar boys!”
“Oh Christ sake!” The voice yelled. “This just keeps getting fucking better all the time doesn’t it? Curse that damn Brit. He should have popped the kid in the woods.”
“What?” Jacob screamed into the phone.
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“Sorry Father?” The voice said. “But this is getting way out of control.”
“Out of control? No! You listen!” Jacob screamed with a threatening tone. “When I first agreed to allow you people to work with me, it was under one condition. No kids were to be eradicated. No matter what happens, that still goes!”
“Listen Father, things are getting really fucked up on this one.”
“I don’t care how messed up they get. I will have no part of any kids being hurt. You hear me!? I can put an end to all this right now. You want that? Do you?”
“No, no.” The voice begged. “Do whatever you need to, just make sure that that boy isn’t seen or heard from till this is over. I don’t care how you do that, just do it.”
Jacob figured he had two hours tops, before the drug wore off and Jimmy would awaken. He had to think this through, but do it quickly. Once the drug wore off, he’d have to have Jimmy somewhere safe, yet secure. He also couldn’t let Jimmy know it was he whom had him.
Then he remembered Tobias. He was waiting in his quarters. He couldn’t keep him waiting much longer.
“Oh Jacob,” He whispered to himself. “Why did you choose tonight to promise the lad you’d spend some time with him?”
Jacob had no choice. He had to go see Tobias, if only for a few minutes, to tell him he had an emergency. He hated to do what he had to do next, but he had no choice. He had to gag and bind Jimmy, in case he came to before he could return.
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