The man that sat in front of her reeked of Arimas. And if not for the Arimas, he would have reeked of menthol cigarettes.
She smiled at him. Radiantly. Behind his back she called him greaseball.
“So, Maggie. Tell me what’s going on with Detroit,” he said.
“Not Detroit, Geo. Just Lerner.”
He frowned. “But Lerner is Detroit, Maggie.”
“I know that…now!” She chided him playfully.
But she sounded nervous when she did it. And that upset her.
Geo groped the inside pocket of his sport coat. “You got a cigarette?”
“Oh sure,” she said, pushing her pack of Virginia Slims toward him. “Sorry. No menthol.”
“Why are you sorry?”
She cleared her throat. “You smoke Salem’s, right?”
“Yes. I smoke Salem’s,” he said.
She thought about her response. If she was too quick to answer he might not be able to resist the urge to lash out. Or so she reasoned.
“I should have had them on hand for you,” she said.
“You knew I was coming…that hippopotamus told you, didn’t he?”
…he said, “you knew “I” was coming,” but he gestured to the two guys that stood to the right and left of him when he said it…
Maggie reached across the desk and lit his cigarette. She used the solid gold Dunhill lighter that he gave her for her 50th birthday. Then she put it in the drawer and closed it. When she did, she ran her hand under the desk where a 357 Magnum was holstered in a gun mount.
“He told me, Geo. No excuses.”
“It’s a shame that I had to take time out to come down here and handle your business, because you couldn’t handle it yourself. If you’d just come to me first…if we’d talked about it, I would have told you who Lerner was and this whole thing could have been avoided,” he said. “Cigarettes and everything.”
Maggie rested her finger on the trigger guard.
“I know. I wish I had reached out to you, Geo. I do,” she said. “I thought the guy was a peon that I could make a buck off of. That’s all it was. I didn’t know he was Detroit’s book keeper.”
“Not book keeper, Maggie. Forensic accountant. Si Lerner is Detroit’s forensic accountant.”
Maggie let her eyes drop.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
Then she waited…and waited…
Finally, Geo sighed.
“If the guy’s so smart, why didn’t he just let it go? So the girl got over on him a little bit? So what? Everybody was still in the dark. His wife was still in the dark. His people were still in the dark…but she ran off on him. And that’s what this is all about. It’s not the money.”
Maggie didn’t say a word. She just kept looking down.
“And you let her get away.”
“Yes. I did,” she said. “I thought she had a good thing going. I didn’t think she’d want to run off.”
“So you just didn’t stay on her?…”
She peered up at him. “Not like I should have.”
Geo glared back at her until she looked away.
“Who’s on this?”
“Ranger,” she answered.
“Ranger?…That guy from Muncie?”
“Yes.”
“…Okay. So here’s the deal…If he, Ranger, can…Lerner wants the girl in one piece.”
Maggie tried to soothe her throat by swallowing. It was so dry she could barely answer, “You mean alive?”
“That’s right. He’s obsessed with her, apparently. He’s gonna pay extra if she’s alive. A lot extra.”
Maggie smiled.”That’s great, Geo,” she said.
“It is,” Geo agreed. “Just at the right time too. There’s a horse that I’ve got my eye on. A filly as it turns out. A little two year old.” He took a deep drag on his cigarette. “That’s an interesting coincidence, isn’t Maggie?”
“Yes it is.”
“A lot of guys I know don’t bet on fillies. The purses aren’t big enough. That’s what they say. But I’ve always done very well with them. All and all, I’ve probably done better with them than any other horse.”
“Interesting,” Maggie said.
He smiled. “You think so?”
“I do,” she said.
“I just hope she doesn’t disappoint me.”
“Me too, Geo.”
“But first you’ve got to get me that money, Maggie. That extra. Otherwise,” he frowned dramatically and shrugged, “it’s all for naught. Like my mother used to say.”
Maggie took her finger off the trigger guard and put her hand in her lap.
She smiled at him. Radiantly. “You can count on me, Geo,” she said.
The guy in black climbed the stairs making his way to the the second floor.
“Stop right there you bastard,” Lenny said under his breath. But the guy didn’t. He kept on going.
That’s when Lenny saw enough. He put the Beretta in his waistband and got out of the car. Then he trotted toward Trish’s apartment.
The guy stopped at the first doorway of the third floor corridor–Trish’s apartment. He stood on his toes to reach the sconce and began unscrewing the light bulb.
“Hey!” Lenny yelled.
The guy froze and for a split second Lenny got a look at him through the stairwell railing. He wore a black stocking cap. He had a pointed nose.
Lenny bolted up the the stairs. He got to the third floor just in time to see the guy jump from the back guard rail and land awkwardly on the green way behind the complex.
Lenny didn’t jump. Instead he ran back down the stairs and sprinted between the apartment buildings to the green way. He saw the guy about twenty yards in front of him, limping as he ran.
“Stop!” Lenny yelled.
The guy stumbled and fell. When he got back up he was in a crouched position. Lenny heard a stifled bang. Instinctively he dove to the ground and rolled.
He heard another bang. His body stopped moving. A searing pain engulfed his neck. He tried to discern the panicked cries that reverberated with his pounding heart.
They were his own.
Ranger made it to the side of the apartment building where he braced against the wall and hopped on his right foot. When he got to the corner, he looked down the long row of parking spaces where his car was about sixty yards away.
Gingerly he put his left foot down again. Immediately he was met with crushing pain. It was broke. No doubt about it.
Even though he was in excellent physical condition, there was no way he could hop all the way to his car on one foot and he knew it.
He steeled himself for what he was about to do.
And he did it.
When he got to his car he threw up. Then he got in, started it up and drove out of the complex.
He barely noticed his phone was ringing.
So this will be the last installment of the serial Lenny. I hope you have enjoyed it. Who knows? Perhaps I will continue Lenny as a short story or expand it into a novel. Regardless, thank you for the words of encouragement, and as always, thanks for reading. –Pam
Brava Pam!
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Thanks for sticking with it, June.
–Pam
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Of course!
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Excellent Pam! I really enjoyed this
I like the sinister undertones…as in “He’s gonna pay extra if she’s alive. A lot extra”
Reducing humanity to money.
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I’m so glad you enjoyed the serial, Max…about reducing humanity to money…there’s a lot of that going on these days.
–Pam
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You have really interesting characters in this…I do hope you expand on it one day.
Yes it is Pam…I don’t comprehend the world I live in anymore.
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Ahh…I know, Max. But you know what King Solomon said about this stuff…”There is nothing new under the sun.”
Right now we are in a…well, you know what we are in, but it’s not something new. Yeah, Covid-19 is new, and yeah, we’ve probably never had a president like Trump, but everything else…the devaluation of human life, the division, the hatefulness, the insecurity and uncertainty–we’ve been through it and we will continue to go through it as long as this world turns. If the Lord is willing, we will get through it again. That’s what the Bible means when it says, “The Lord is in His heaven and all is right with the world.” That’s our faith. Even though the world is on fire, if our heart is right with God, we’re OK.
Yeah, I know, people don’t understand that. They think it’s a cop out. So what? It is a very important part of our Christianity and our sanity.
Enough preaching–from me.
–Pam
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Pam a side note. I had to pull an all nighter last night (changed email spam service) and 5 minutes after I commented…I was out.
Yes Pam my faith keeps me grounded and knowing everything will work out one way or another. When I walk into our church…it’s a peaceful feeling that comes over me. I get that without Church also when I think about it…it’s a wonderful feeling though being with others that feel the same. Preach on Sister Pam!
What really showed me a difference now and what it once was…. I watched the Kennedy and Nixon debate in 1960 right after I watched this Jerry Springer type one we were blessed with.
Kennedy and Nixon didn’t like each other but they actually complimented each other and acted like human beings. They debated! Wow what a concept.
Great story again Pam.
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You left us wanting more, in every way possible. Well done, Pam!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks Pete. That really means a lot. I was just reading your latest post…bummer…
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Great ending to a great serial Pam 🙂 Your decision to use an open ending was wise – not unlike how William Friedkin decided to end 1971’s The French Connection 🙂 Anyway, keep up the great work as always 🙂
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Thank you so much, John. The French Connection has one of the best endings in cinema. That’s lofty praise, indeed.
–Pam
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Pam, this is just the trailer, right? ‘Cause I can hardly wait to see the movie!
Thanks so much for sharing your gift and passion with us – truly a blessing.
Grace and peace to you…
dw
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That’s very kind and generous of you, DW. Your opinion means a lot to me.
God bless,
Pam
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I’d love to hear more about your process, what brought you to this point and what your thoughts are about next steps.
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Hmm…I went back and read the serial as a whole the other night and, for the most part, I was pleased with it.
If I decide to do something with it, it’ll be a starting point…kind of an incomplete template, if you will.
About two years or so ago, I completed a novel I had been working on for years. I submitted it to some agents and got a few nibbles and actually one agent bit…she wanted the whole manuscript and my picture, so I was very excited, but ultimately she turned it down.
When you submit to an agent, you go through their protocol…You submit a query which is kind of a very short synopsis that usually includes a bio…if they are interested they will ask for more…and more…and more, if your lucky. I got to about the third stage, I guess and then got my breath knocked out by rejection, but at the same time I was encouraged.
Once you submit a query it’s a waiting game. Usually you get a reply…”thank you for submitting, however we don’t think your project is a good fit for us”…I got a lot of those. Ha! You have to be prepared for rejection. That’s expected. It gets hard when they want to see more and THEN you get rejected. Once you’ve been rejected, you can’t send the same material to another agent in the same agency. Their done with you. But you can send new material to them.
So if I do decide to expand Lenny into a novel, I’ll go the agent route again. There are very, very few agents that accept short story queries.
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I really enjoyed it. It left me wondering what might happen next, though, which is why I asked.
I’ve never tried the whole publishing thing. It sounds pretty unpleasant 😬.
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Oh, okay…I misunderstood. Ha! All that about publishing. Ha!
I just decided it was time to wrap it up as a serial. I wanted to leave it open ended…unfinished, because that’s what it is. To tell you the truth, I don’t really know where it will/would end up, but Lenny’s not going to die, at least not at this time. That’s all I really tell you because that’s all I know. Ha!
I don’t really have a process…I just start writing, it’s always noir or a thriller, suspense material, and there is always an element of my own life, people I have known and things I have heard about in what I write.
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I tried to comment earlier but I see the Word Press demons are acting up….
This is such an outstanding story and I think it most definitely calls for a book. I really enjoyed Lenny’s tale and despite Ranger shooting him,we’re hoping Lenny bounces back.
Maybe Ranger and Lenny can team up to save Trish and unravel the mystery on who wanted her dead…..or they can face off in a warehouse or airport like Pacino and DeNiro in “Heat”. All I know is I would read whatever you published. This was excellent….
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Michael, you are so kind and encouraging. I appreciate you so much.
Wasn’t that face off in Heat amazing!? I love that movie! That ending…when Pacino takes DeNiro’s hand…It’s kind of like Duel in the Sun without all the melodrama. Very memorable. Heat is underrated. Yeah, it gets a little convoluted with all the segwaying story lines, but still…an 87% on Rotten Tomatoes? It should be more like a 91%. IMHO.
Thanks again.
–Pam
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Never a good thing to be the object of an obsession. Not gonna have a happy ending, I imagine.
But if I had the cajones that Ranger did to grit his teeth and do what he has to do…or like that gymnast in the Olympics who did the vault and pinned the landing on one foot because she had a broken ankle…I think I’d be a lot further along in life, for sure!
Thanks for the thrills, Pam.
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Stacey, I’m glad you got something positive from Ranger. Ha! Like you state, he did what he had to do. Of course if he wasn’t a hit man plying his trade he wouldn’t be in that fix. Ha!
Seriously, I’m glad you enjoyed it Stacey. I really appreciate you reading and sharing your kind and intelligent comments. Hope all is well with you and your hubby. Stay safe and try to stay sane while we await this election…Geeze! I’ll be glad when it’s over and hopefully Trump will be gone. Please…Please let him be gone.
–Pam
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Wow, same here, Pam. I have every part of my body crossed for a positive outcome (fingers just don’t seem like enough).
I hope you and yours stay well too!
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Great work, Pam. Dark and left me wanting to know more. Bravo!
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Thanks, John! I appreciate you reading.
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