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BLIND DELUSION

A Novel

BOOK 2 OF THE DOROTHY PHAIRE ROMANTIC MYSTERY SERIES

 

 

Dorothy Phaire

Author of
Murder and The Masquerade

 

iUniverse, Inc.

New York Bloomington

Blind Delusion

A Novel

 

Copyright © 2009 Dorothy Phaire

 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

 

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ISBN: 978-1-4401-6822-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4401-6824-6 (dj)

ISBN: 978-1-4401-6823-9 (ebk)

 

Printed in the United States of America

 

iUniverse rev. date: 09/30/2009

Contents

Prologue
 

Chapter 1
 

Chapter 2
 

Chapter 3 - Brenda
 

Chapter 4 - Brenda
 

Chapter 5
 

Chapter 6
 

Chapter 7
 

Chapter 8
 

Chapter 9
 

Chapter 10
 

Chapter 11
 

Chapter 12
 

Chapter 13
 

Chapter 14
 

Chapter 15 – Brenda
 

Chapter 16
 

Chapter 17 - Jerome
 

Chapter 18
 

Chapter 19
 

Chapter 20
 

Chapter 21 - Brenda
 

Chapter 22
 

Chapter 23
 

Chapter 24
 

Chapter 25
 

Chapter 26
 

Chapter 27
 

Chapter 28
 

Chapter 29
 

Chapter 30
 

Chapter 31
 

Chapter 32
 

Chapter 33
 

Chapter 34
 

Chapter 35
 

Chapter 36
 

Chapter 37
 

Chapter 38
 

Chapter 39
 

Chapter 40
 

Chapter 41
 

Chapter 42
 

Chapter 43
 

Chapter 44
 

 

 

 

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my Dad, Paul Herring. Through the years he has taught me many valuable things that I needed to know to survive and be successful in life. The most important of these lessons is the meaning of unconditional love. By watching how my Dad responds with patience and love in good times as well as in times of crisis with support and encouragement to his family and friends—I have learned the meaning of unconditional love.

 

Acknowledgements

Planning and researching for this book traveled through many starts, stops, and restarts due to life’s unplanned interruptions. I began researching for the sequel to my first book,
Murder and the Masquerade
several years prior to writing the first draft. In fact, at various phases over the course of four years I was working on revising
Murder and the Masquerade
and drafting the sequel,
Blind Delusion
simultaneously.

During this early research phase, numerous professionals and subject matter experts graciously gave of their time and granted me interviews. I am grateful to everyone who took the time to sit down with me for an interview. I would be remiss if I did not acknowledge a few specific representatives of organizations that early on shared their knowledge and expertise specifically for this book. I am indebted to the Washington, D. C. Fire and EMS Department for granting me a ride-along and to those individual firefighters and officers at Engine 16 and Truck 3. My special thanks go to Georgia K. Hilgeman, director of the Vanishing Children's Alliance and Kitty Dawson, social worker from Child and Family Services in Washington, D. C. Also, I am grateful to editor, Valerie Jean for helping to smooth out some of the rough edges during the early phase of drafting this novel.

Later in rewrite, many others accepted my request for their feedback and knowledge. For their invaluable contributions in helping me to get this book off the ground, I would like to thank my friend Charles Dean for reading sample chapters and asking smart questions that helped me to revise. My appreciation also goes to Professor Gerald Irvin for his feedback and for enthusiastically recommending my first book to his literature students, many of whom are now waiting to read this sequel. I would like to thank my friend and colleague, Dr. Mohamed El-Khawas for his unwavering encouragement and for listening to me hash out my plot scenarios. In the field of psychology I am grateful to longtime friend, Dr. Herbert Guggenheim for sharing his professional knowledge and responding to my questions about anxiety disorders. My special thanks go to those individuals who came through when I asked specific questions relevant to their areas of expertise; namely, Curtis Mosby, Mohammed “Jack” Khan, Professor Margaret Harris, and Darinka Clary. Thanks to the book club readers at Metro 9 Book Club; Reva Gambrell and her book club readers; and Beauty Within readers, for their support. I am also grateful to my friend, Charlene Ridley for being an avid reader who always gives me her honest opinion. To family members and friends who journeyed with me through a long period of revisions and total rewrites to see this book creation come to fruition, I am indebted to you all. If I left anyone out in expressing my appreciation, please charge it to my head and not to my heart.

 

PART ONE

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more.

From
Macbeth
, William Shakespeare
(1564 - 1616)

 

Prologue
 

October 6,

On this early Fall day in late afternoon, the alley behind 6
th
Street opened into a dark gray sky of low black clouds that looked heavy from the threat of rain. The only movement was the occasional rat running from one trash can to the next. The only sound was from the hissing of a cat stalking its prey and waiting for that perfect moment to pounce and make the rat his meal. But the cat scurried off when a figure appeared and walked down the alley behind the houses that faced 6th Street. The figure seemed nervous and cautious, much like the cat he had just deprived of its evening meal. He glanced backwards every so often. His shoulders were hunched and his face was concealed by an oversized, dark hooded jacket. The man carried a gasoline can in his right hand. When he arrived at the rear of 1236 6
th
Street he paused and took a quick snort of cocaine. A euphoric high rushed straight to his brain. Pumped up and adrenaline fed, the man set the gasoline can down on the back porch. Donning a pair of black gloves, he removed a screwdriver from an inside pocket of his jacket. One arm braced the screen door open while the other hand frantically chiseled at the back door lock. The door appeared to be double-bolted from the inside and would not budge. The gloved hand of the man trembled and beads of sweat trickled down his panicked stricken face. Frustrated by the dead bolt on the backdoor, he released the screen door and it slammed shut, startling the already nervous prowler.

His desperate eyes turned to the kitchen window next. Peeping through its filmy panes, the man could see that the upper inside window lock was damaged and had been secured with duck tape. The thick layers of duct tape lined the inside ledge and window frame in an attempt to hold the window latch in place. A sense of pleasure drifted across his face. With both palms, he pried, yanked, and pushed until the window began to yield. His heavy woolen gloves prevented him from reaching inside the window and grasping the edge of the duct tape to strip it off. Snatching off one sweat-soaked glove, he peeled away each layer of duct tape. Discarded pieces of ripped tape fell to the floor of the porch. With several more strong tugs, the window finally slid open. He picked up the gas can and pushed it through the open window, setting it down carefully on the floor just under the window. He climbed through the window and silently entered the house.

Jerome Antonio Johnson, the resident of 1236 6
th
Street, sniffed under his armpits then pulled off his undershirt and sweatpants. He placed a DMX CD in the Stereo System and cranked up the volume. As he turned toward the bathroom, he stopped to glance in the mirror at his naked, compact, muscled frame. The handsome, dark-skinned man in the mirror smiled a white-teeth grin back at himself. He ran his hand over his smooth, bald head then flexed his muscles. Brenda was right, he thought. He looked damn good. Any woman would be proud to step out on the town with him, but looking good wasn’t paying the bills. Now that he was out of a job, they needed money and health insurance. He had to convince United Delivery Service (UDS) to rehire him. Even if he got that security job he had applied for at the mall, it wouldn’t bring in enough money to feed his family and pay their bills. Jerome didn’t argue with his wife because he knew she was right. It was his stupidity that had cost him his job and their family’s security. Jerome fingered the engraved silver ID bracelet that Brenda had given him for their last anniversary. He never took it off. It had an inscription that read,
To Jerome. Forever Your Loving Wife, Brenda
. He felt the same way about her. These days if Brenda told him to stand in front of an oncoming train, he would. He had finally learned to appreciate the woman he married and he knew how lucky he was to have her and his baby son, in his life. Jerome’s past drug habit and cheating with his ex-girlfriend had almost cost him his wife and his son. To keep this from ever happening again, he’d been attending rehab meetings in the evenings, and had cut-off all ties with Leenae Lewis for good. But Jerome would need his Uncle Ike’s help to get his old job back at UDS. Jerome had been fired for failing a random drug test but he knew that test had to be bogus. He didn’t understand why the test had shown a presence of drugs in his system. Odessa Dillon, Jerome’s former supervisor, claimed she had other legitimate reasons for firing him such as using his UDS assigned truck for personal business. He knew other drivers had used their trucks to run personal errands and had only received a week off without pay, max. Odessa had made it clear that she wanted him for her new boy toy but he wasn’t having any of it. He needed his Uncle Ike’s financial support to hire a lawyer to file an EEO complaint against UDS for wrongful termination. Of course, Brenda didn’t know anything about Odessa and her crazy self. If he won his case against her and the company, she would have to rehire him as feeder driver with back pay, like it or not. Then he’d request a transfer to another area, just like Hector Gonzales had to do in order to get away from her.

He and Brenda had no money in the bank and monthly bills to pay. The only protection they had from the unforeseen was a $50,000 term life insurance policy that they had opened up about a week after Baby Justin was born. Jerome recalled some of the telephone conversation with the sales agent who at first claimed to be calling to congratulate them on the birth of their son. Jerome didn’t understand how these telemarketers seemed to find out personal information about people then use it to sucker people into buying things they hadn’t even thought about buying. The sales agent had convinced them that for only a few cents a month they would each qualify for a $50,000 five-year term life policy in the unlikely event that something should happen to either of them. Thinking about it now, Jerome realized that he was worth more dead than alive to Brenda and his son now that he was out of a job and had no medical benefits.

But he didn’t want to think about that now. He nodded approvingly at his reflection in the mirror, confident that things would eventually go his way—they always did. Jerome’s self-adulation was interrupted by the telephone. Jerome hit the pause button on the CD player and glanced at the caller ID before picking up the phone. It was DL, the enforcer for the Jett Set Crew, the gang Jerome use to run with to make a little change on the side. That is, before he got hooked on the product and became one of their customers. He knew DL was calling to demand that he pay the two thousand dollars he owed the crew’s leader, Drug Lord James Ian Mathias.

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