CON TEST: Double Life (9 page)

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You went into that store and did some bullshit, and now I’m stopped by the police. My mom will kill me if I was arrested. Right now the cops are huddled probably about to take me to jail,” Justice said, lying, and trying to convince the police that he was an ally. “All they want is for you to come back to sign a ticket and never enter their store again.”

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You don’t want me to do that do you?”

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What the hell do you think, man? Of course, I am pissed that you left me.” Justice pulled the phone from his ear and looked at it stupidly. He then told Amir, “Look, I have to go.”

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J, don’t leave me out here. Straight up, I’m shook. It’s dark as hell out here.”

Officer Lazar snatched the cell phone from Justice and put his nose to Justice’s and asked his real name. Justice defiantly stepped back, and asked was he under arrest. The cop could not believe the audacity. He clapped his palm around Justice’s throat and squeezed.

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Don’t fucking question me. You…you.”

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Go ahead, say it. Nigger. Nigger. Who is going to tell these people looking? They’re all white. My name is Nick Anderson, PA License no. 09654125.”

The cop released his neck and sat him in the back seat of the squad car. He asked Justice why he had lied.

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I was scared to go to jail for anything. I don’t even know what this is about.”

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You need to choose better friends. I will let you go if you do not have any warrants, and Walmart confirms that you were not involved.”

Officer Lazar hopped in the driver’s seat and drove back to the Walmart. Loss prevention followed on foot. Justice knew that a Philadelphia policeman would have taken him in for prints after his chicanery.

Parked in front of Walmart, Officer Lazar steadily answered Justice’s cell phone. He joked and played games with the callers. Moments passed and his name came back clean and Walmart confirmed that he was not in electronics. Lazar let Justice out of his vehicle and tossed him his phone. Justice walked slowly away from the cop and as soon as he turned the corner, he sprinted to get the hell out of there. He thanked God that Nick was a square and was never arrested.

# # #

Justice ran a mile to a New Jersey Transit bus depot and to his disbelief, all remaining buses were headed to New York City. He called Amir.

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Where you at?”

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I’m at the bus station trying too—”

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Don’t fucking leave me out here!” Amir barked, interrupting Justice.

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Hol’ up! First off you jammed ya self-up, pussy. Don’t fucking yell at me!”

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Man, he was about to call in my check.”

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So what, Amir. I don’t give a fuck. You was scared and nothing was even going to happen, but they would have declined ya check,” Justice was pissed, and becoming increasingly angry. “I am in no man’s fucking land with $3 because my real wallet was in the truck.”

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Where’s Nick?”

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I had him leave because I know that he would have broken down had he been asked about you. He’s weak and would have snitched.”

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I thought that was ya main man. Why did we bring him then?”

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Because he has no record, so he’s a good driver. And I just used his name to get away from the police.”

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So, what do I do now?”

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Chill. Until I get some cash wired out here to this 24-hour supermarket that I see. This place is hungry to prove that they need a police force.”

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Fuck dat. Its pitch black and I am scared as fuck a deer is going to trash me. I’m coming out and taking my chances. There’s no way that I am staying back here.”

Justice saw a bus approaching in the distance. He contemplated what to do before the bus came to a stop. He could not risk staying in Woodbridge waiting for Walmart to realize that he had written a check too. He would go down if he was seen with Amir for harboring a fugitive. That was until they found that he was the true fugitive.

The bus pulled in front of Justice and Amir could hear the engine.

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Look, let me call you back before my battery dies.”

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J! I hear a bus. Do not leave me here.”

The line went dead. Justice was going to do the best thing for him.

William closed his laptop with a solid approach to solving Justice’s complaints. He had something to go on. He sat back and considered all other conceivable alternatives. He would make the story work, even if he may be under police scrutiny after it published. That was his job.

He picked up his office telephone and dialed. Forensic pathologist Harvey Wilcox answered on the third ring. Harvey had no idea that he would play a pivotal role in crafting a devastating plot twist for William’s yarn.

FOURTEEN

T
hat evening, Mr. and Mrs. William Fortune lay in bed when Lundin exposed that she wanted to start a business with William.

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You have contacts and a marketing background. I have a Fine Arts background and contacts, as well. We can do this, Blackey. You and I, start a firm that markets new movies for independent film makers.”

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Charming analysis, but had it dawned on you that the studios have their own in-house teams for that?”

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But there happens to be smaller film producers without the budgets to boost their movie exposure and sales.”

“
So, you intend to work pro bono or
gratis
?”

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Of course not.”

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Well…”

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Forget it. Thanks for the encouragement.”

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Lundin, I was simply telling you that in LA that is no easy undertaking. That is like tackling a monster that you know that you cannot beat. I could have easily let you go at it alone, lending my resources and all, buy my first bit of advice is the true nature of the business. I will liken your chances of success as parallel to opening a restaurant next door to Spago’s.” William grabbed Lundin by the waist and pulled her close to him. He asked her if she knew what business McDonald’s was in. Quickly she pointed out that they sold billions of burgers and that was their business.

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Maybe they sell trillions, but you’re so wrong.”

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Really! What then?”

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Real estate. Every fast food joint has burgers. Theirs are not special. McDonald’s invests in real estate at some of the most profitable intersections in the country and around the world. At Hollywood and Highland is a McDonald’s; in Times Square; and, in the most rural boondocks, you’ll find a McDonald’s.”

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Okay, I get it, but I want to be independent,” she said, and rested her head on his chest.

“
And you can be. When I am struggling for a plot twist, or the plot that I thought was good is not, you never see it again. Not because I can’t argue a justifiable purpose for it, but because you have found a flaw. And if you found a flaw, so would my readers. And with you being my number two fan after money, I aim to please.”

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That’s good. I need to be pleased,” she said and pressed her lips to his.

The kiss was long and sensual. Lundin kissed him as she used her hand to throw the heavy comforter off them. She planted kisses down his chest. Circling his nipples. Down the corridor separating his six-pack, leading to his navel. She spent a little time there before she was massaging her tonsils with his erection.

Having spent a considerable amount of time there, she rotated—with her mouth wrapped around his tool—and planted her pelvis in his face. He palmed her ass and positioned her precisely where he wanted her. He inserted his tongue inside of her and made it the best 69. He pulled her body closer to his face, suffocating himself inside her treasure chest. If death could have resulted from that, then the coroner needed to be summoned, because he was not fighting off his attacker. The equal pleasure was salacious, but…

…
he placed his hand on her rib cage and lifted her body up. He popped out her mouth and his penis fell to his stomach with a thud. The head fell perfectly inside of his belly button. He slid his body between her legs and got on his knees. The curve in her back and the mammoth bun that her ass resembled was enticing. Readying to be entered doggy-style, Lundin rested her forearms on the bed, along with her head, and severely arched her back. Her breasts followed suit. He entered her slowly and gently, remaining on his knees. Hands perched on her hips. She threw it back, and used body language that indicated that she wanted it beat up. He lifted his knees off the bed, placed his hands firmly on the bed and his body formed an awkward letter-A. Using his feet for leverage and his strong torso, he pounded inside of her crazily. Her head turned from side to side wildly, and she moaned uncontrollably. She grabbed his ass and pulled him toward her. She wanted it harder and deeper. Their bodies had a special language that only their bodies spoke.

He laid his chest on her back, wrapped his arms under her shoulders and locked her in like on a roller coaster ride. He launched a more fierce attack. Sweat poured from their bodies and forced their bodies to talk out loud. The romance was like domestic violence, and Lundin was not afraid to let out obscenities that would have sent her mother into cardiac arrest. William always remained quiet and innocent, but he was a polished XXX stunt man with a highly praised role.

William’s inner spiritual sexual god whispered to him and he sped up. Lundin climaxed, and he let his big gun spit loads of bullets all over her ass. The warm liquid heated her ass and she rubbed it in like lotion. She fell limp and he fell on top of her.

When their heart beats gained normalcy, William turned Lundin around to face him. He told her, “This is the only reason that you keep me around. I’m a good boy with solid virtues. The sexy high school geek, with the perfect SAT score, and a vicious stroke.”

Lundin laughed. “You’re such an egotistical pooch. And good, but don’t flatter yourself, crazy.”

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So, do you like good?” He asked. “What happen to the nice guys finish last theory?”

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What’s this about, Blackey?”

“
I’m not shopping for compliments. I have gotten them since the nurse first spank me. As a pre-teen, girls used to tease me for being a nerd. By fourteen, I was the cute boy with the green eyes, but a nerd. After I lost my virginity—at fifteen, by the way—it was ‘he has pretty eyes, and a big Johnson, but I’d only fuck him on the low, because he is a nerd’.”

“
I see.”

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Then by college every rich bitch wants me as a trophy piece. And then there’s you. A dime by any man’s standard. The body that women run to buy. And a nurturing, loving character to attract any bad boy—”

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Let me stop you there,” Lundin said, and rolled on top of him. “Bad boys are shallow, problematic, and many are illiterate. You, however, are a real man. No dad around to mold you, either. You were not peer pressured into throwing away your thinking cap for guns and drugs and ultimately jail. That’s a bad boy. I’ve seen you in a physical fight, and even though you know karate, you did not use it and kick the guy’s ass. You’re like Bill Cosby meets Jack Bauer. And you even know five languages rather fluent.”

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Virtually, a perfect assessment. I just wanted to confirm all of that before I told you that I bought us a new home in Malibu on the beach.”

She raised off him and looked at him as if he spoke one of those foreign languages.

“
Why the dumb look? I bought a five bedroom, with a list of amenities that would shock Oprah.”

Lundin sat up on the edge of the bed, and said, “Will, that is the best…I can’t even describe what I am feeling right now.”

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You do not have too. Closing will take about a month, but the place is ours.”

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When can I see it?” She asked, and lay on top of him.

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Tomorrow. Oh, wait. I have to go to the elderly home tomorrow. I can’t disappoint them.”

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We will work it out. But what’s with all of the bedrooms?”

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Who knows? Maybe they will all be nurseries?”

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You’re crazy!” She said, and rolled on her side of the bed.

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Maybe. Let me check.” He was smiling.

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Check how? What’s with the grin?”

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Can we go round two?”

She slithered back on top of him and kissed him. She indicated that she was down for a round two.

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See, I’m not crazy.”

FIFTH TEEN

W
illiam swung his BMW into the Robertson Boulevard traffic. Mid-morning shadows darted in and out of his sedan at their discretion. He had thrown sunglasses over his eyes and pulled down the visor to avoid the blinding sun. He let down the window and allowed the warm smog to pollute the vehicle.

In the office complex underground garage, he found his space and rested there. He remained in the car and listened to Floetry. The songstresses filled the luxuriant vehicle, and he relished his authority as a writer. He often wanted to move his office inside his car. Or better yet sit in the vehicle inside his office, turn the front into his desk area, and the back into the sofa that he relaxed on. He disliked having that serenity, while Lundin was engaged in a game of office charades.