Major Lennox Robinson held the spliff between the index finger and the thumb of his left hand. The browning 1911 was clutched tightly in his right hand. His piercing hazel eyes could barely be seen through the bleached dreads he had been wearing for the last year and half. Lennox was deep undercover and had been embedded with the Gotcha gang in negril. Whitey as he was called was ruthless.Whitey infiltrated a notorious gang and became it's second in command.
Larissa sat on the bar stool outside the bar and had on my favourite black tights with the spandex just above the knees. I could see her smile from a distance as she chatted with a few of her customers. Dusk was approaching and I hated being cooped up in the Compound after hearing the news about Shorty and Stereo in the same day. I needed a drink as a parked the car at the back of the Police station and walked through the front gate. Traffic had been busy along the road both ways, and every now and again I would hear my name being shouted from both sides of the traffic.
A few hours later I sat in the corner of the bar with his back to the wall and the vantage point of seeing all who came into the bar. Eventhough I was surrounded by my own men. My mind was still uneasy and I played over and over what Manny had told him. I could see Larissa's mouth moving but his ears did not catch a word of what she had been talking about until she slapped me on my hand that clutched the bottle of corona beer.
I had just pulled into the drive way at my Apartment in Heaven Springs when my cell phone rang. I frowned when i looked at the screenCol Jones?“Robbie I know you just drove into your complex, but meet me at Playfair Hotel we need a drink for all the work that you have put in
I had just pulled into the drive way at my Apartment in Heaven Springs when my cell phone rang. I frowned when i looked at the screenCol Jones?&nbs
The sound of a turbocharged car caught his ear, and Dominique turned and watched as the black four-door Sedan in pristine condition with chrome rims, roared past them. It instantly brought back memories for Dominique. He smiled.“Hey, what are you smiling about?” Marsha asked.
“Marsha each time we have porridge together I think of you as Goldilocks sampling the bowls of porridge in the bears in the cabin trying to find one with the temperature that was just right." He chuckled as he spoke, causing few kernels to leak between the cup and lip falling on his white starched shirt.
“Oh yeah! How did you manage that miracle Dominique Martin?" she enquired. “You know what, don't tell me. After hearing about your past earlier, I changed my mind.”“Haha!” he laughed “I had a link at the Firearm Licensing Authority who had managed to get my application approved for a small fee.”
The words Ming spoke resonated in Dominique’s head as he turned to Marsha on the drive back to Kingston.“Babes I can see a fleet of black high end Luxury SUV’s driven by men dressed in black pants and white linen shirts with 9mm handguns tucked into their waist bands and offices in Kingston and Montego Bay.”