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Janet Silverton was still unpacking her things. She had only recently moved into her new Apartment she had rented at the Minion Plex. What brought her to the Minion was that Billy Bingo had become a person of interest to her.

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Informant, Bug Carlisle, was trying to get a friend Olivia Destone released from jail. She was potentially looking at up to five years in jail for a drug charge. Olivia had called up her friend Judge Haskel to pull strings for her, but his wife’s response to the call was that if she ever called again then Olivia could expect to be killed behind bars. So Olivia had to resort to using Bug Carlisle.

Bug Carlisle first went to Detective Face. Someone had told Bug that Detective Face was the one to approach since Detective Face had been the one to work the case of Kane Bishop’s death. Bug hoped to work out a deal for Olivia by giving Detective Face evidence that Billy Bingo was the one who killed Kane Bishop. He suggested that pictures exist of Billy Bingo being at the old Harris place shortly before Kane had been electrocuted by the VCR. Detective Face responded to the information by throwing Bug out of his office. As it happened Janet Silverton and her Aunt Tess Favor were in the police station doing some unrelated research for a book that Tess was writing and Bug fell right at their feet. Angrily he had got up to leave and didn’t realize a copy of a picture he had wanted to show Detective Face had fallen out of his pocket. No one noticed the picture until Tess went to pick up her pocketbook and the picture was laying right there. On the back of the picture was written:

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“Billy Bingo was at the Harris Home when Kane Bishop was electrocuted.”

Janet Silverton accessed the computer at the police station where she worked. She could find no mention of Billy in the normal databases. Her Aunt Tess mentioned a lesser known database she had seen mentioned on some hacker website. Reluctantly Janet used a backdoor to enter the database and Billy Bingo was mentioned there. That database listed Billy Bingo as a person of interest in the deaths of George Destone, Tommy Harris, Clarice Harris, and Kane Bishop. So Janet Silverton decided to follow Billy Bingo around. The problem was that Billy seemed to hardly go anywhere and the people who came and went from the Bingo home seemed perfectly law abiding people.

While she was watching Billy Bingo she decided she really liked the Minion Plex where Billy Bingo lived with his parents. An Apartment came open where she would have more space and a lower rent and so she quickly put up a deposit to rent the Apartment.

Janet continued unpacking when Lilly Coint knocked on her door. Janet opened the door.

Lilly said, “Hey neighbor, I am sorry I haven’t come to visit you sooner but I have been swamped at a new job. My name is Lilly Coint. My roommate Beth Jackson and I live upstairs from you.”

“Oh. Cool. Come on in. I’ve been sort of busy myself. I am still unpacking.”

“Have you met many people here yet.”

“No. I confess, sometimes I am rather socially backward. And speaking of socially awkward, by the way, my name is Janet Silverton.”

“So, Janet Silverton, do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?”

Janet started to feel uncomfortable. Was this a neighbor or her Aunt Tess Favor in disguise bugging her about not having a social life? “I was joking the other night about looking for Prince Charming but I don’t know. Right now I guess I would be happy with a good fuck.”

“I do know what you mean. Sometimes I think it would be nice to meet that one special man to spend the rest of my life with, but… I don’t know. I do like good sex.”

Beth Jackson knocked on the door. Lilly screamed, “Beth, come on in.”

Beth entered the Apartment and said in a cheery, multiple syllable voice. “Hey-a-ey.”

“Hey roomy, this is Janet Silverton.”

Beth asked, “So, what are you two talking about.”

Lilly said, “Sex. Janet Silverton here isn’t getting any. Either!”

Beth said, “I wish Billy would get out of his funk over Rachel marrying Dirk. It would be so cool if we could have a three-way with him again.”

Janet asked, “Billy Bingo?”

“Yeah, do you know him?”

“I don’t know him. I think I heard someone else mention his name.” Janet looked at Lilly and then at Beth. “I think they mentioned something about him being involved in someone’s death or something.”

Lilly shrugged. “I don’t know what that would be about. Billy is cool. Sex with him was great but he was in love with Rachel and she married Dirk and so he has been in a funk.”

“So what does Billy do?”

“He hasn’t been doing anything lately but he works with Linda Webster and her son decorating and redoing homes. They do some really good work. All three of them have had some impressive reviews in various magazines.”

Beth said, “I think both Dirk and David Jenkins have offered him a job but he has turned them down. The Way family also offered him a job in New York where his sister Bess lives but he didn’t take it.”

“So what kind of job did they offer him?”

“Trouble shooting. Security. Detective work. Way different from what he does with the Websters.”

Janet laughed. “Oh, that would explain a lot.”

Lilly asked, “What?”

Janet fiddled with packing material while she was trying to think of something to say. Then she said, “I am a Police Officer and his being involved in security must be what the person I was talking with was talking about. And then I was looking at some file and…” Janet laughed. “I was thinking criminal rather than detective. Total face palm.”

Beth said, “Policewoman. Like Angie Dickinson in that old TV series. I am sure glad I didn’t invite you over to smoke pot.”

Janet frowned. “Damn. Don’t shut me out of your parties just because I have a badge.”

Lilly smiled. “No. I have a feeling we are going to be good friends. So what file were you looking at on Billy.”

“Oh, just silly shit. I should have known it was nothing since Detective Face was not interested in it.”

Lilly nodded. “Oh yeah, Billy and Detective Face and my half brother Raymond Bing, they go back. I haven’t always been that close to my half brother but from what I understand there was a rough period there. Some tragic shit went down in their childhood. Billy is younger than them but he is… I don’t know how to explain it.”

Beth said, “I think the best way to put it is that he is one of those larger than life people. He is very tough and yet there is something fragile. Like him and Rachel. I don’t know. Lilly is right. It is hard to explain.”

Lilly said, “Okay, when we first met Billy we were playing dodge ball. Grown. Not children. We were grown. But we like to play. Anyway, so Billy came over and he was sort of out of place. Socially awkward, like you mentioned you being at times. Still, he went with the flow. Anyway, then Dirk came and broke Rachel’s heart. Dirk was a total dick. None of us knew what to say to Rachel to try to make her feel better but Billy, who didn’t even know us, knew exactly how to help her.”

Janet said, “But then she went back to Dirk.”

Beth said, “Dirk is not a bad person. He was being blackmailed by Ralph Shath. And I think Billy always knew that Rachel would go back to Dirk but still Billy loves her.”

“Blackmailed?”

“Yeah, he was also going to try to blackmail Billy but that didn’t work. Billy didn’t give a fuck.”

“What was he being blackmailed about?”

“Dirk had sex with Bobby White.”

Lilly said, “I haven’t seen Bobby lately.”

Beth said, “He has moved to Hotville to work for his uncle and with his cousin. His uncle is the Mayor there.” Beth yawned. “Well, I guess we have intruded and gossiped long enough. It was good to finally meet you. And we will have to go out some time and hit the bars.”

Janet said, “Yeah. That sounds like a plan.”

After her guest had left, Janet got in the shower. “So Billy Bingo has been involved in detective work. And he also helps decorate homes. That is some more combination. He is total player; having sex with both Lilly and Beth. Yet he is capable of deep love. Interesting.”

After her shower Janet called her Aunt Tess. “Hey. I just found out that Billy may have been involved in the murders for the same reason you are involved in murders. I don’t know why that didn’t occur to us.”

Tess Favor said, “He is a writer?”

“No. He is involved in security, detective type work. The reason he has not been doing anything lately is that he is mending a broken heart.”

“Well, you know catching someone on the rebound never works out well.”

“I am not interested in trying to meet him or anything. I just thought I would catch you up on what I found out.”

Tess said, “I guess Billy must have had an interest in investigating crimes even as a child. You told me that the database showed he was a person of interest even in the murders of George Destone and Tommy Harris. He was young when those murders happened. He was hardly old enough to be a detective.”

Janet said, “If I remember what you said when I told you about that, your reaction was that he must have a person of interest as a witness and not a suspect.”

“Because of his age and what happened to him when he was young may be what caused him to become interested in becoming a detective.” Tess moaned in frustration, “Billy might still make the subject of a good story but if he did not kill Kane Bishop then I am not sure from what angle I could make the story come together.”

Janet asked, “Do you have any other story ideas?”

“A few. If you come up with anything on Billy or something else, let me know.”

“I will. Bye.”

“Bye.”

 

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Tess Favor visited her niece Janet from Hotville. Tess sat down in the floor to help Janet sort through some of the boxes as Janet tried to decide what to unpack and what to send back with her Aunt to put in storage.

“Snooping on Billy and his parents I have felt sort of jealous.”

“How so?”

“Billy has been depressed over some girl and with my snooping I could see how his parents have worried over him. It looks like they have something special.”

Tess said, “I think you and I have something special. Have I not been a good Aunt?”

“Of course you have. Watching them caused me to wonder about my parents.”

“Your real parents or your adopted parents?”

“Both. Neither wanted me. I don’t even know why your sister, mom, wanted to adopt me.”

“Her husband at the time had some connection to your real mother. I don’t know the details. He was a biker and really sort of bad news but my sister loved him. Then he was murdered and she took up with Ned. She went from a marriage to a biker to a marriage to a missionary.”

“I think Ned hated me from the first moment he laid eyes on me. So mother put me off on you.”

“Honey, I know there were times I traveled a lot but please know I have always loved you. If not for my sister I would have loved to have adopted you and had you call me mom.”

“Are you hurt I have even thought about this? I love you like you are my mom.”

“Of course I am not hurt. It is understandable to sometimes think and wonder what if.”

“I guess. Just know that I am very grateful for what is and grateful for having you in my life. So what do you think of my place?”

“It is nice. I totally love what you have done with your boxes.”

Janet gave her Aunt Tess a slight, teasing punch to her arm. “You. You. I know. Boxes, boxes, boxes. So what do you say we leave these boxes and go sit by the pool. I will fix us drinks to take with us.”

“Ok.” Tess stood up from the floor. She walked over to the window and looked out toward the pool. “So who are those two rough housing at the diving board?”

Janet walked over to the window. “That is Frank and Maureen Bingo; Billy’s parents.”

“A lovely couple and playing like they are teenagers. Sometimes I wish I had that kind of relationship with a man.”

Janet nodded. “Tell me about it.”

“Then I think, no. I like being single.”

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At the pool Maureen Bingo climbed upon her husband’s strong shoulders. They stepped upon to the diving board. Raymond Bing watched them dive. “I wish I knew where they have that fountain of youth.”

Raymond’s cell phone began to ring. “Hello.”

“Hey Raymond, this is Hutch.”

“How is it going?” Raymond took a drink of bourbon from his glass. He put out his cigarette.

“Some ways good. I think Bess and I may be getting back together.”

“Great. I am with her parents now. They are playing at the pool like teenagers and I am sitting here like an old man.”

“You really need to try to meet someone.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What about Billy?”

“You can’t be serious. He is still moping around, all depressed about Rachel and Dirk.”

“Look. Bess is working on an article where some college kids are getting a man, Kyle Kingerstone, off death row and released from jail.”

“Yeah, my nephew is one of the ones who have been working to get him released.”

“I know. I saw where Howard Bing was involved. Here is the thing. There is a chance Kyle is actually guilty. Your nephew may have just helped get a serial killer released from jail. I see where Howard is planning on coming to New York with Kyle to do interviews and such. I wanted to let you know that your nephew may be in danger.”

Raymond watched Janet Silverton and the erotic mystery writer Tess Favor walk up near him and sit at a table next to where he was seated. He smiled at them and they smiled back.

Raymond said, “Well of course I am concerned about my nephew for my half-brother’s sake but Howard and I do not exactly get along. Howard is a total racist, homophobe, little Nazi. I thought maybe he was starting to change when I heard what he was doing to get what we thought was an innocent person released from death row. Then my brother told me that Howard was only doing it because his girlfriend was involved in researching the case and he was after some pussy.”

Janet and Tess sipped on their drinks while they listened to Raymond. The volume on the phone was turned up where they could also hear Hutch.

“But you do not want your nephew killed, do you?”

“Of course not. I am sure he will someday grow out of being a dick. Most of us eventually do. So what you are saying is that I should fly to New York with my nephew and be his body guard.”

“I am agreeing with Bess on this. I think Kyle may be guilty and a dangerous psychopath. So yeah, I think your nephew needs protecting”

“Okay. I understand. I will keep in touch. Bye.”

Tess moved over to the table where Raymond was sitting. “I could not help but hear. So your friend thinks that Kyle Kingerstone is actually guilty of the killings?”

“Yeah. So I guess I will be going to New York with my nephew who totally hates me.”

Tess reached out her hand to Raymond. “My name is Tess Favor. I write erotic mysteries.”

“I recognized you. I enjoy your writings very much.” Raymond shook Tess’ hand. “My name is Raymond Bing.”

Janet moved around to sit next to her aunt. “I just recently moved in here. So you are the half brother of Lilly Coint?”

“Yeah my family is kind of weird. Our different parents got married like they were playing musical chairs or such, but I do love my siblings. We haven’t always got along but we pretty much do now.” Raymond turned and looked at Maureen and Frank smooching in the edge of the pool. “Yo love birds, do you think I can get Billy to stop feeling sorry for himself and to go with me to New York to help protect my Nazi Nephew from a serial killer.”

Frank and Maureen got out of the pool. They dried off. They then sat down at the same table with Raymond, Tess, and Janet.

Maureen said, “You can talk to him and ask him. I think he is starting to get out of his funk. Linda Webster visited him one day. I am not sure what it was about but it did seem to help Billy.”

Frank said, “Mention visiting Bess in New York and that might get him to travel with you.”

Raymond stood up. He dropped a book of matches and knelt down to pick them up. In that position he looked at Janet’s legs. He looked at her inner thigh and though her birthmark was somewhat masked with makeup he saw she had a birthmark in the shape of a dagger. It was a birthmark like Billy has and Kane Bishop has. Raymond knew that it was a birthmark common to very powerful witches. Raymond stood up and looked into Janet’s eyes. He said, “I noticed your birthmark.”

Janet laughed. “Looking at my legs, hey.” Then she said, “Yeah, it is so ugly. I try to keep makeup on it to keep it covered up.”

Frank casually leaned over to see if he could see what they were talking about. “I guess that birthmark must be kind of common. Billy has one similar. And also I once had an affair with a woman who had a beauty mark that very much resembled Billy’s birthmark.”

Maureen said, “Yeah.” Maureen shook her head. “God.”

Raymond stared at Frank. “So you tell your wife about your affairs.”

Frank said, “We no longer have affairs. We have three ways.”

Raymond laughed, “Yeah. You two never invite me to join you in the bedroom.” Raymond looked back at the two with a naughty grin as he left the pool area and walked toward the Bingo Apartment.

Maureen yelled at Raymond as he walked toward the Apartment. “We’ve thought about it.” Then Maureen looked at Janet. “I’ve noticed Billy sneaking peeks at you when you’ve been out. You are a very beautiful woman.”

Janet blushed. “He has probably seen me sneaking peeks at him as well.”

Tess laughed. “We may have to throw them a party where just maybe they will introduce themselves instead of spying on one another.”

Janet said, “Aunt! I understand Billy has been heart broken and…”

Frank said, “Yes. Over a woman. And I had about decided he was mostly into dudes.”

Maureen moaned, “Frank. You may have just killed any chance Billy had with Janet.”

Janet looked up toward the sky and laughed. “No. That does not bother me. Like James Dean was quoted as having said, why should anyone want to go through life with one arm tied behind their back? Or something similar. I mangle quotes all of the time.”

Tess nodded. “I once had sex with a woman. I really liked her but the sex was awful.”

Maureen said, “You write very beautiful lesbian sex scenes.”

“Thank you. In fantasy I totally love the idea of two women in love and making love but then when I actually tried it. Like hell. It just didn’t work for me.”

Maureen said, “When I first experimented I liked the sex but what followed was a nightmare. Then I went through a phase where I totally hated even the thought of sex with anyone. Thank God Frank and I found our way back together and I became honest with him about things.”

Tess said, “You two are a lovely couple. Playful and obviously in love.”

Janet started to mention something but then stopped. Janet agreed with her Aunt. “Yes. You two are a lovely couple and I kind of suspect that Billy and I will get to know one another.”

Frank said, “Well, you two do have matching birthmarks.”

Janet looked at her Aunt. Then she looked at Frank. “I am adopted. Is it possible that I am related to Billy.”

Frank shook his head no. “If we go back far enough we are all related but like I said that is a common birthmark.”

Maureen said, “Frank was not always so sure about that. He became paranoid that Billy had been switched with another baby in the hospital so he had a test done to prove that he is the father of Billy.”

Janet asked, “Does anyone else in either of your families have a similar birthmark?”

Maureen answered, “No. I have a birthmark on may arm that no one else in my family has.”

Tess said, “Yes. I do as well. Scientist do not believe that birthmarks are in anyway genetic. They say they are the overgrowth of melanocytes. An old wive’s tale is that birthmarks are caused by some kind of fear during the pregnancy. Some birthmarks, such as the strawberry birthmark, are more common in babies who are born premature.”

Janet shrugged. “I thought birthmarks are genetic. I guess I am wrong again.”

Frank grinned. “Hey. I thought the same thing. When I saw that birthmark on Billy it totally freaked me out.”

Tess looked at Frank with a thoughtful stare. “So your wife had a baby in the hospital at the same the woman you had an affair with was giving birth. Or am I not following what you’ve said correctly?”

Frank nodded, “Yeah. You understood my drift. If I am sounding glib now, it is really because it was so painful.”

Janet nodded. “Cover the hurt. I understand.”

Frank said, “It was perplexing when we found ourselves there at the hospital together and then she, Amberline, died in childbirth.”

Tess let out a sorrowful moan. “Oh my God.”

Frank continued, “After Amberline and the baby died, I was with her husband for I don’t know how long, trying to comfort him. It was very awkward. Thank God he didn’t know about the affair. When David was told about the death of wife and his baby he left his son in the waiting room. He ran out into the parking lot and something told me I needed to follow after him and so I did. When I reached him he had pulled a gun from beneath the seat of his car and he had put the barrel of the gun into his mouth. So I stopped him and we talked and talked.” Frank stared at his wife as she ran her finger around the tip of her glass. “The affair nearly destroyed my marriage.”

Maureen said, “The thing is that I knew he loved her. There I was with a new baby and Frank came close to having a nervous break down. Then there was the birthmark thing and Frank thought the babies had been switched.”

Tess sadly smiled. “It must have been awful and I am sorry we brought up this painful memory.”

Maureen said, “It was painful then not just because of the awful situation but because I was so naive and seriously just not thinking right. I was actually jealous that Frank consoled his own grief by consoling her husband. I didn’t know about how Frank had stopped her husband’s suicide attempt until later. Regardless I should not have been jealous. I should have been with Frank helping to console David and making sure their boy Dirk was okay.”

Frank said, “I had to do that because I felt so fucking guilty. I would like to say I helped David and Dirk because I was a good person but a large part of it was guilt.”

Maureen said, “Guilt or not, it was right thing to do. You did right.”

Janet said, “I could tell by the way the two of you having been taking care of Billy while he has been in this funk that you two are very good people. Very good parents.”

Alicia Silver, shape shifted to look like a little girl climbed out of the pool. She looked at Frank, “I couldn’t help but over hear. If you were having an affair with the woman, how would you having a paternity test prove that the babies had not switched? You could have been the father of both babies.”

With a devilish grin Alicia, as a little girl, walked from the pool area. Frank and Maureen watched the girl make her exit and then they looked at one another. Frank said, “No. Amberline said a paternity test had been done and that I was not the father of her baby.”

Maureen said, “Well, Billy is my son. My mother wanted me to have a maternity test and I told her no. If Amberline lied about you not being the father and the babies were switched at birth I don’t want to know.”

Frank looked at his wife. “Wait. So back then you wondered if the babies had been switched and you were not Billy’s mother?”

“No! My mother made an issue to point out that your paternity test did not mean the babies had not been switched if Amberline had lied. I don’t care. If Amberline had not died then I might have been concerned that Billy was her baby and not my baby. As it was, I didn’t want to know. I don’t want to know.”

Frank took Maureen in his arms. He held her close.

Maureen softly cried, “Billy is my son.”

Frank nodded. He whispered, “Yes.”

Janet said, “That was one strange little girl. She gave me the creeps.”

Tess added, “And where the hell did she come from. I didn’t see her anywhere in the pool until she climbed out of the pool.”

Frank said, “We were just swimming and I did not see her.”

Maureen puzzled. “Neither did I but she was there so she had to have gotten into the pool at some point.”

Tess looked at Janet and then quickly looked away. “Strange.”

Maureen looked at Janet and then looked at Tess. “I am so sorry we practically have been spilling our guts to the two of you. You come out to the pool for some sun and fun and listen to a soap opera. Oh God. I am sorry we rattled on. And to a writer. Some of this stuff does not need to be repeated.”

“Understood!” Tess blushed and laughed. “I have no idea why I told you all about my experiment with lesbianism. I guess we are sitting here like old friends. Now we are new friends. That is a good thing. Isn’t it?”

Frank said, “Yes. It is a good thing.” Frank held up a glass from where he and Maureen had sat with Raymond earlier. “To new friends.”

Maureen, Tess, and Janet held up their glasses. “To new friends.”

 

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Raymond walked into Billy’s bedroom. Dressed just in boxers, Billy rested in bed watching television and laughing at the rather silly humor. Raymond said, “Janet and her Aunt Tess are at the pool with your parents.”

Billy jumped out of bed and ran to the window to look toward the pool. “I guess by the time I get to the pool Janet and her Aunt will be gone. You should have called me and tried to have kept them there.”

Raymond walked over to the window and put his arm around Billy’s shoulder. “Well, hon, you are not doing anything to try to match me up with anyone so that did not even cross my mind.”

“That Janet is one good looking woman though. Isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is but look, I have a favor to ask you.”

“Matchmaking?”

“No. Get your mind off sex.”

“What?”

“I need you to go to New York with me to make sure that my nephew does not get into any trouble. I was telling you about Kyle Kingsterone and how my nephew had helped to get him off death row.”

“Yeah.”

“Hutch called me and it seems your sister Bess has been working on the story. Bess and Hutch think that Kyle actually is a serial killer and that my nephew is in danger.”

“Fuck. A serial killer!”

“I figure the danger period is just while Howard is in New York. Now, I warn you, my nephew Howard is a total dick. Still, I would be very thankful if you would go to New York to help me protect the dumb ass.”

“Okay. I will call Detective Face and see if he can give me any background after I let him know what is going on.”

“Good.”

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Billy drove to the home of Sylvia Trundle up in the mountains. He nervously walked around to the pool and patio area. She was not there and so he knocked on the door.

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Sylvia opened the door to see Billy standing there. She said, “This is a surprise. I wasn’t sure to whether I would ever see you again.”

Billy looked at the very sexy woman who could almost pass for Marilyn Monroe. So beautiful and with all the curves in all the right places. He felt speechless as he fumbled around for a cigarette and a lighter in his pockets. Then he stopped distracting himself with the pointless search. In a smooth flirtatious voice Billy said, “You are beautiful. How could I not want to see you again.”

“Come in,” Sylvia said. She walked over to the bar to pour the both of them a drink. “So is this a social call, a booty call, or are you planning something sinister against Kane and myself.”

“Nothing sinister unless you consider my asking a favor from Kane as sinister.”

“A favor. With Kane, yeah, that could be sinister. With him you never know the outcomes.”

Billy nodded. “If you think my being here is a mistake, please do tell me.”

Sylvia handed Billy a drink. “I don’t know. Tell me what favor that it is that you plan to request of Kane.”

Billy took a drink. “Mrs. Haskel has created paperwork to make me a detective. The problem is that I will need to create some false memories to reduce the chances of any questions.”

“Magic to alter memories. Now Legman, you know how to work that spell. That was one of your favorites.”

“I am Billy.”

“Right. Kane once tried to explain his theory on the situation to me but I didn’t fully understand. Split personality or such.”

“Past life.”

“Oh. Intriguing. A personality from a past life. I don’t think Kane had that figured. So what were you in that past life where the Legman’s personality originated.”

“Besides witch, I do not know.”

“I might be able to bring out this other life personality of yours. Then you would be able to work the spell yourself.”

Sylvia put her drink aside and began to unbutton Billy’s shirt. Billy closed his eyes. He whispered, “How will you bring the Legman out?”

Sylvia grinned. She continued to undress Billy. “It might not work, but we can have fun trying the rather kinky sex magic past life spell.”

“You have the power.”

“No. You have the power. I just know the way.”

“You have done the spell with Kane?”

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“Kane had hidden something during a past life that he wanted to find. The spell did not work with Kane. It might not work with you either; but anyway, let us try.”

Sylvia stripped Billy totally naked. She stared at his large cock. “Such a big cock for my tight pussy.”

Billy undressed Sylvia. “Tell me how the spell should work.”

Naked, together Sylvia and Billy walked up the stairs to her and Kane’s bedroom. “Our bed is shaped as a pentagram.”

Billy saw the odd shaped bed. Then he looked up toward her ceiling and saw stars painted above her bed. He started to walk toward her bed but she stopped him.

Sylvia said, “You stand here.” Sylvia then crawled into her bed. “You must jump and land in the bed on top of me like you are flying.”

“If I land roughly on top of you, I might hurt you.”

“So don’t. Make your landing gentle.”

Billy jumped and landed on top of Sylvia. It was not as gentle of a landing as either of them would have liked but still Billy thought it was odd. It was almost like he was in control of the flight, levitating, but not quite.

Billy asked, “So, what now?”

“Look up toward the ceiling and picture a doorway in the painted night sky. Reach for that doorway. Try to lift yourself from the bed toward the doorway.”

Billy tried but he couldn’t concentrate. “I can’t picture any doorway.” Billy kissed Sylvia on the breasts and then her lips. Just as their smooching became rather intense with desire, she stopped Billy.

Suddenly the bed began to bounce and it began to spin. The air in the room developed a strange aroma. Billy asked, “What is happening?”

“You are a witch in the bed of another witch; Kane’s bed.”

Billy asked, “Should I be scared?”

“No. When Kane fucked you while you were fucking me, it was an approval. It was a key.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It doesn’t matter. I am not sure that I fully understand. Regardless, imagine the door and levitate toward the door.”

Billy again attempted to imagine the door. At first he couldn’t focus his mind and his imagination failed him. Then suddenly Billy saw the door as though it were real and he felt himself flying toward the door. Billy looked back to see that his naked body remained on the bed next to the very sexy Sylvia. Then Billy looked back toward the doorway. As Billy entered the doorway he fell into a sleep and as he slept the Legman emerged from the doorway and floated down to Billy’s body. Billy’s alter ego, his past life personality, opened his eyes. The Legman winked flirtatiously at Sylvia as he admired her naked form.

Sylvia realized the transformation in Billy. She knew the doorway spell had worked for Billy. She guessed it worked for Billy because his alter ego from the past life was not as buried inside him as Kane’s past incarnation had been.

Sylvia smiled. “So Legman, should I now be afraid.”

Legman laughed. “No.”

Sylvia asked, “Do you know what Billy wants?”

The Legman paused a moment. Then his physical body levitated in the bed. He began to spin in midair very rapidly. He grabbed Sylvia up from the bed and pulled her up into his arms so that together they began to spin in midair.

Sylvia felt her naked body pressed against the Legman’s naked body and to Sylvia it felt as though their bare souls were touching. Sylvia felt a sense of security in the Legman’s arms that she very seldom had felt while in the arms of Kane.

Spinning around in midair Sylvia laughed like an adult child in an amusement park. The Legman laughed with Sylvia and suddenly Sylvia felt herself being transported. “Oh my God, I don’t think Kane has this type of power. How did we go from the house up into the sky?”

As they stopped spinning in midair, the Legman asked, “So you and Kane have never had sex up in the clouds?”

“No. How is this possible?”

“All things are possible.”

“You are not just a witch. You are an Olympian. You are a god. Which god?”

The Legman whispered, “Sh. Don’t call me a god until after we have sex; then your praise will mean much more.”

Lightning began to strike among the clouds and rain spewed up from the clouds like a fountain. Sylvia moaned at the feel of the water spewing up against them. “I love this but I know I should be scared. Do not forget that I am human.”

“No. You are not scared for you know that there is no reason to be such. You are shielded in my embrace and you are embraced in my heart. You feel most secure in such.”

“I do but I do not know why.” Sylvia stared into the Legman’s eyes and she quivered with their bodies touching. “Oh fucking hell. Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside of me,” Sylvia moaned.

The Legman began to make love to Sylvia. His cock probed and pulsated and flickered as the lightning surrounding them. Every touch of his cock to Sylvia’s pussy caused her to orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her body trembled. She screamed loud into the thunder and then the Legman came and his cum spewed and the lightning stopped. The thunder silenced.

The Legman and Sylvia transported back from the sky and to the bed as though a light were passing through a shadow. In bed they lay still, quiet for a moment.

Then the Legman spoke. “The spell has already been cast; the memories are altered. Now Billy will return.”

“No wait. I want to ask you questions.”

Billy was back. “What questions?”

“Legman was here. He cast the spell. I wanted to know more about him, but he was gone.”

Billy asked, “I don’t understand how you were able to do it.”

“No, you did it. It was my plan for this bed to help you do it. To Kane the bed is kind of like a magic wand; an extension of his dick. That is what I intended but you didn’t need this bed. Billy, you aren’t just a witch, you are a god.”

“Don’t be silly. Are you sure the memories have been altered?”

“That is what the Legman said and I feel sure you can trust that.” Sylvia hesitated. Then she told Billy, “The Legman and I had sex. We had sex in the sky, in the clouds. You are much more than just a witch but I will not speak of such to anyone. You can trust me.”

Billy kissed Sylvia. “I wonder what past life you and I shared. I bet it was a wonderful life.”

Sylvia kissed Billy. She saw his cock was still hard and she climbed on top of Billy. She began to ride his cock. Billy watched her breasts bounce as she rode him.

Billy whispered, “This is nice.”

Sylvia nodded. “Nice.” Sylvia considered how different it felt with Billy than with the Legman. Of course they weren’t high in the sky and having sex among the clouds. Sylvia repeated, “This is nice.”

* * *

As soon as Billy left, Sylvia hit the computer and began seeing what she could discover, regarding the Legman. She felt certain now that he was not just a witch, equal to Kane Bishop, but was a deity. Sylvia rubbed her breasts and smiled, “I just had sex with a god, a true force of nature. But what kind of god is he. It would be ironic if Billy is one of the forces that Kane worships.”

Sylvia pulled up a list of Greek gods. “I have no idea how to figure this out. Legman is not really the name he gave himself but was a name that the gang gave him. So that isn’t really a clue. What might be a clue to who Billy is?”

Sylvia read, “There are the twelve Olympians.” She said, “I would like for Billy to be one of them but I guess that is unlikely.” She read, “Then there are the Primordial Deities. Then there are the Titans.” She thought, “My instinct is that Billy is one of the Titans but which one?”

Kane walked into Sylvia’s office. “What are you doing?”

“Reading about the gods on the internet.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. On television someone said something or another and it just got me curious about the Titans.”

Kane laughed. “I seriously should not have given you the power to lie to witches, including myself. I now never know when you are telling me the truth or bullshitting. Spell to deceive or not, you really are not sounding very honest right now.” Then Kane said, “I know a witch was in my bed today. What witch did you fuck today?”

Sylvia stood up. “Are you jealous?” She walked to Kane and took him in her arms. “I do hope you are jealous.”

Kane kissed Syliva on the lips. “It depends. Did you cheat me out of what could have been a fun three-way.”

“Maybe. It was Billy Bingo.”

“Did he come here just for sex with you?”

“He needed a memory spell to follow through with what Marjone had worked out. She has made him a Detective.”

“Police?”

“Private.”

“I wonder what her game is?”

“I have no idea.”

“So Billy wants me to give him a memory spell.”

“Please do not be angry.”

Kane teasingly gestured with his finger to her chin. “What did you do?”

“I used your bed so that he could bring the Legman forth using the sex spell. The Legman did the spell.”

“You helped Billy summon the Legman from his past. So did you learn anything?”

Sylvia hesitated. “I am afraid you will over react. Promise that you will stick to our truce and not hurt Billy.”

“What has he done against me?”

“No. Nothing I know about it. It isn’t about that.”

“Then what is it about?”

“Have you ever had sex with someone in the clouds?”

“No. The Legman has that kind of power?”

“Yes.”

“So now you are thinking that Billy Bingo is not just a witch but a deity, a god. That is why you were researching?”

“Yes, but I have no idea which deity. Have you any guess?”

“No. He could be just simply very powerful. There are such witches.”

“Have you ever met a witch that powerful who is not a deity?”

“I’ve never met anyone that powerful, unless as you say Billy or should I say the Legman is that powerful. If Billy is a deity would that mean Amberline Darko is also a deity?”

“Zeus resurrected the son of Apollo Asclepius through a virgin human woman. Or so Count Duso once told me.”

“If we could find Count Duso, he might could tell us about Billy. That is a big if. From what I hear he has totally vanished.”

“I know. I am worried about him. I miss my talks with Count Duso.”

 

Chapters

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In the light from the half-moon, Tommy Harris sat on a bench and stared at his own grave. When the moon is half to full, vampires like Tommy Harris may walk both in the day and the night but may only kill prey and consume blood at night. This day he had been watching and stalking some unemployed twenty-somethings selling drugs at a truck stop. He was tired of the bottled blood and was hungry for something real and substantial and hoped he might find someone truly despicable, evil, to feed upon this coming night.

Halack Cloven stood out among the four young men hanging around the truck stop. At one point he punched one of his buddies in the nose when he discovered his buddy had been shortchanged by one of the truckers during a transaction for some speed. He had punched another buddy in the balls when his buddy didn’t act quickly enough to retrieve more speed from his car that he wanted to sell. So Halack Cloven potentially fit the profile of someone that Tommy Harris enjoyed feeding upon, draining the life from, and killing.

Halack left his buddies and walked around to where a couple of truckers stood. His buddies got in their vehicles and left while Halack sold the truckers a new blend of speed that his supplier had cooked. With his pockets full of money Halack retreated from the truckers and back to his red Camaro. As he sped off to leave the truck stop Tommy Harris followed him. Oddly, Tommy followed Halack to the church and the cemetery where he, Tommy Harris, had been buried. It was from that very grave, on a dark and thankless night, Alicia Silver had raised Tommy from the dead.

At the church Tommy witnessed Halack Cloven give the money he had earned at the truck stop to a woman Tommy knew as a good person, who cared for foster children. Tommy was somewhat disappointed. That act of goodness made him less inclined to want to feast upon this handsome young man he stalked as prey. Tommy thought he might still kill Halack but for now he would hold judgement and wait.

At the church Tommy had noticed Maureen Bingo walking to the cemetery. Tommy left from following Halack to following Maureen who he knew was Billy Bingo’s mother. Hidden, sneaking through the trees behind her, Tommy reflected in memory of the old days and Maureen’s hell and how Billy had saved her. Tommy was shocked when Maureen came to his own grave and put flowers at his headstone. He watched her pulling some weeds from the cemetery lot and saw when she pricked her finger on a thorn. There was more blood than there should have been and some dripped on the white flower she had placed to adorn his grave. Tommy liked the site of her blood seeping into the flower’s white bloom.

Tommy felt gratitude that Maureen had cleaned his grave site up and had even put flowers on his grave. Tommy knew that Billy had gone so far as to try to kill Kane Bishop to avenge what had been done to him, his being murdered in the garage, and that affection also greatly touched Tommy. Tommy felt seeing Maureen at his grave and also knowing what Billy had done, somehow gave some meaning to his life. Tommy’s was a life that he generally considered had no meaning. There were times he wished that he had never been born.

After Maureen left from tending to his grave, with appreciation Tommy admired her work at his burial site. Tommy remembered the last time he had visited the site. Back then, nature had pretty much reclaimed it so that it looked like an overgrown, wild, dangerous, jungle. Thanks to Maureen his grave site now looked as though it had been brought back to civilization.

As a scary vampire, who now seldom walked with the civilized, Tommy sadly sat alone at the memorial to when he had died. Tommy felt the scar on his throat and remembered the cutting sensation of when he was lynched at the garage.

The vampire witch Alicia, who had raised Tommy from the dead, appeared next to Tommy. “What on earth are you doing here? You look just so fucking pitiful.”

“Just sitting. Why?”

“I’ve been getting some weird thoughts from you. I thought for sure I was going to have some fun with whomever you decided to kill but then your thoughts turned all warm and fuzzy over Billy Bingo and his mother. I tell you what, why don’t we kill Billy’s mother Maureen?”

Tommy stated, “No! You leave the Bingo family alone.”

“Don’t tell me what I should do. If I want to kill them then I will kill them. I am getting sick of your perverted desire to only want to feed upon and suck the life from evil people.”

Tommy said, “You do know that Billy Bingo is a witch, don’t you?”

“Hell, he does not know how to do shit. He does not have the kind of power that I have or Kane Bishop has. Hell, he does not even have the power that Linda Webster has.” Alicia paused. She thought a moment. “You know, on second thought, it might be even more fun if we kill Linda Webster. I’ve already killed her mother. We can torture Linda and make her cry and beg for her life. What do you think?”

Tommy stared at his master in disgust. “Killing an innocent. I don’t think so.” Tommy popped his jaw and revealed his fangs as his look of disgust transformed into a frightful grin. “Now, don’t reject this out of hand. Consider what I am saying. Why don’t we cause a jailbreak on death row. Imagine all those evil people freed for us to hunt down and torture and kill? Hunting those bastards and killing them could be a fun challenge.”

Alicia moaned, “There it is again! Your kinky obsession with killing evil people.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “I just don’t see how you get off on killing good, innocent people. There is no challenge in killing God’s sheep.”

Alicia Silver stared at her slave. When she saw him take money to allow a bunch of men pretend they were gang raping him, she knew he was different. With Tommy there was the odd mix of vulnerable and tough bad ass that made him distinctly strange. She would have liked for him to have been more wicked and not so concerned about the people he considered good, but then again it was that odd mix which was the reason she brought him back from the dead to be a vampire and to be her slave.

Alicia cast a spell to cast their clothes into the wind and to the ground. Now naked they sat on the bench together. She reached over and played with Tommy’s cock. “Can’t I convince you that it might be both a challenge and fun to kill Linda Webster?”

“No.”

Alicia quickly stood and picked Tommy up into her arms and threw him down on top of his own body-less grave. “You know. I could kill you. Or I could cast you into the coffin I rescued you from. I could chain you down beneath the dirt. Imagine that you are trapped in that coffin and hungry for blood for hundreds of years or maybe even eternity.”

Tommy smiled. “I’d have my thoughts. I could dance in my fantasies through gardens and rivers and even in the clouds. My cock would still grow hard and I could still have my orgasms. You can’t hurt me. See, I know when I hunger, the hunger is not real. I know when I hurt; the pain is not real. It is all just in my mind.”

“You are my vampire slave. I control what is in your mind. I can make you hurt.”

“Try it.”

Alicia did try to make Tommy feel pain but she could not. “But you are still my slave.” Naked, Alicia jumped on top of Tommy. “You are still my slave. I control you through pain.”

“When I learned things, and you fell in love with me, things changed. Since then, you have not truly controlled me so much through pain as love.”

“I love no one.”

“You love me. It is now that love which binds me as your slave.”

Tommy rolled Alicia over on her back and began to fuck her missionary style. Tommy said, “I am as much in your head as you are in my head.”

Alicia enjoyed the feel of Tommy’s cock pounding her pussy though she would preferred to be the one on top. “You know that if we help people on death row to escape, then until we are able to kill them they might hurt good people. I could cast a spell where they would want to kill Maureen, Billy, and Linda. That should create a real challenge for you. You would have to kill the escaped convicts before they could kill Maureen, Billy, or Linda or whomever else I might decide I’d enjoy watching die.”

Tommy pulled his cock out of Alicia’s pussy and began to titty fuck her. “What makes you think those three can’t protect themselves. Such a spell would spoil my fun because surely each of them would kill the convict before I could do so.”

Alicia said, “Okay. You probably do have a point there. Also to make the game less complicated let us have just have one person from death row and one intended victim. Since there will only be one killer, the person the killer has to go after needs to be a true victim who isn’t likely to be able to protect themselves. What about having Linda’s son, Steve Webster as the killer‘s intended victim?”

Tommy nodded. “Okay, so the challenge is that I will make sure that the convict does not succeed in killing Steve.”

“That is the game.” Alicia thought a second. “I think to keep the police out of it, rather than an escapee let us have the killer legally freed. I will create a bogus DNA defense that will let the killer off. But here is the kicker, you can only go after the convict to drain their blood when they go after Steve to try to kill him.”

Tommy put his cock in his Alicia’s face. He beat his cock hard and shot his sperm all over her face. Tommy said, “No. Anytime they try to kill anyone then I have the right to feed on them. You are not going to pretend like they are only going after one person and then have them go after lots of people and say I can‘t protect the other people.”

Alicia spelled herself clean and attired in fresh clothes. She said, “Okay then, be that way.” She vanished, leaving Tommy naked.

Standing up, Tommy screamed, “What about some damn clothes? Please.”

Seeing that no clothes were being sent his direction, Tommy tried to vanish into an invisible ghost like form but Alicia had cast a spell so that he couldn’t. Neither could he turn into a bat. He was left standing human like in the cemetery, totally naked. Tommy screamed, “Bitch!”

Alicia echoed her voice back to him. “Do not ever think that I love you!”

Tommy laughed. “You know that you love me.” Then he stopped laughing when he saw who he believed was a police officer walking toward him.

Tommy told the man who he thought was a police officer. “My girlfriend got pissed about something and stole my clothes.”

The uniformed man did not say anything. He eased closer to Tommy.

Tommy moaned, “Come on, you don’t want to arrest me.”

Tommy saw the man had a strange look on his face. The man said, “Maybe I don’t. You are a good looking young man.”

Tommy thought to himself. “I could kill this man but Alicia would like that way too much.”

The man asked, “Do you like sucking cock?”

Tommy said, “I was here with a woman, not a man.”

Tommy walked closer to the man and saw that the uniform did not look right. The badge was totally wrong and the holster did not look right either. “What are you, like a security guard?” Tommy was pretty sure that the church and cemetery were very badly maintained and that it is doubtful anyone would hire security for the grounds.

“I am a police officer.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then run. I’d like for you run. All bare foot on this rough, rocky ground I’d like to see you run from me. I’d like to watch your pretty bare ass do a prissy run.” Then the man laughed as he pulled out a stung gun. “This has got quite a shock. It will incapacitate you long enough.”

Tommy asked, “Long enough for what?”

“It will drop you to the ground in a helpless mess long enough for me to tie your hands and to gag your mouth. I’ll first gag your mouth with some cloth. Then I will gag your mouth with my wet dick.”

Tommy smiled. “So you like raping men.”

“I do.”

Tommy giggled. “So would you describe yourself as evil?”

“Oh yeah, I am evil. I am so evil. I will fuck you long and I will fuck you hard. I will fuck you in the mouth. I will fuck you in the ass. Fuck. Fuck. I will so fuck you. You will cry. I will make you cry. I will lick your salty tears from your face. And if I like your tears I may even lick your eyeballs.”

Tommy’s eyes widen with a rather pleasant pleased look on his face. “So have you ever killed anyone?”

“Yeah. You should be scared. Really scared.”

Tommy walked up to the man and rubbed his stomach. With a giggle Tommy said, “I should be. I should be just so terrified of you.” Tommy did a fake shiver of fear and then kissed the man on the lips.

The man pushed Tommy back and then jammed his stung gun into Tommy’s neck. The man expected Tommy to fall to the ground but of course he did not collapse.

Tommy chuckled, “Ha, ha, ha. God, that feels so good. That gives me a tingle from the tip top of my head to the tip top of my dick. Oooh, it gives such a tingle to the head of my dick.”

The man stepped back away from Tommy. The man dropped his stung gun. Tommy opened his mouth. He revealed his fangs. In horror the man was unable to move as Tommy sank his fangs into the man’s throat. Tommy moaned, “That is some evil tasting blood. Evil blood. Yum so good.” Taking the man by the collar of his shirt, Tommy drank and drank. Then he dropped the man dead to the ground. “I will not resurrect you.”

Alicia appeared next to Tommy and looked down at the man. “You did not share. Now that hurts my feelings.”

Alicia spelled Tommy some clothes. Alicia said, “Of course you know that is the husband of the woman who Halack Cloven gave the money. It wasn’t for the foster children. You are such a naive dumb ass. They are the ones who cook the drugs for Halack.”

Tommy laughed. “Truth or lie?” Truth or Lie was a game they sometimes played.

Alicia shook her head. “Either believe me or not. I don’t care.” Alicia kicked at the dead man on the ground. “I thought for sure you would want to have sex with the man before killing him. He seems to be your type of dude.”

Tommy shrugged. “That dude is too ugly for me. Now Halack may be a different story.”

Alicia nodded. “Yeah, I read those thoughts. I am not sure I want you to raise Halack after killing him.”

“Just because I may fuck him does not mean that I will raise him.”

“If you like fucking with him, yeah, you will want to raise him.”

“So are we still going to do the convict game.”

“Hell yeah. I just have not decided which one yet.”

 

* * *

Billy Bingo’s older sister, Bess Bingo, continued to live in New York. She had tried living with Hutch Cassidy, widower of Clarice Harris Cassidy, but right now she was living on her own and trying to keep her checkbook balanced.

Hutch loved Bess but it was not easy for him to maintain a relationship with her. He knew about Billy Bingo as the Legman and he knew that Billy had killed George Destone. He knew secrets he could not share with Bess and at times that made him uncomfortable. At times Bess continued to dwell on her love for George Destone and during those periods it greatly bothered Hutch that he could not tell Bess what a despicable man George Destone had been. He kept quiet to spare Maureen Bingo and Mary Aghar from having to further suffer the evil that was George Destone. He would not risk hurting Maureen Bingo by telling Bess how George had blackmailed and raped her mother, Maureen, as well as how he had blackmailed and raped Mary Aghar. Also Hutch felt he could not tell Bess that her own brother had killed George Destone. Beyond concern for Billy Bingo and the victims of George Destone, Hutch was not entirely certain that Bess was capable of believing George Destone, the man she thought of as the love of her life, was truly evil incarnate.

Hutch knew that Bess was hurting for money. She was currently writing e-books to sell but she was not having much luck. Hutch told her that if she could better establish herself as a writer by being published in magazines that might help her e-book sells. Hutch had a friend who owned a magazine with circulation that was dropping and was badly hurting for better content to increase sales. His friend had an idea that if they could come up with a person on death row who they could exonerate with DNA evidence then that might give the magazine some much needed publicity. They hoped that some in the media would latch on to the story and then the magazine would receive mention in various media and other venues so as to help improve circulation.

Hutch’s friend was aware of college kids who had managed to free a few people from death row. His friend felt that surely there were others innocent on death row who had not yet been cleared and freed. Hutch thought his friend had a good idea and mentioned Bess as a writer to his friend.

So Bess was hired to begin researching people on death row. Her job was to begin writing articles about people on death row while at the same time hoping to find at least one innocent, and hopefully likeable person, she could fully exploit for the magazine’s “Death Row” feature. It was hoped that she would be able to make a case that one of the death row inmates had been wrongly convicted.

There were between 3,200 and 3,300 people on death row across all jurisdictions in the United States. Just in California, there were 704 people on death row. Bess decided that should be the starting point in doing her research.

Bess was allowed access by way of computer to all of the files of the men and women on death row. Of the 704 people in California on death row, 19 were women. So Bess decided to look through the files on the women first since she figured they would be the more likeable and compelling cases so as to ignite public sentiment and draw readership. Bess was horrified as she looked through the files and discovered that the majority of women on death row in California were so sentenced for the most unthinkable of crimes: the murder of children. There were a couple of women who had murdered adult men but they were not the kind of women who would elicit any sympathetic thoughts and the cases were pretty much open and shut. There was one case where a woman had murdered another woman. At first Bess thought the case did not make sense. Then when she looked closer at the case file she discovered the woman, with a male accomplice, was in fact a serial killer of women.

Feeling disgusted by what she had seen while doing the first of her research, she slammed her computer closed and stood up and began to pace the floor. She called Hutch. “Honey, I know you were doing me a huge favor with this but I don’t know whether I can do the articles on any of these people, much less try to prove any of them are innocent. All I have seen with my first look at the files are cold blooded, vile, monstrous killers, and these files are just on the women in California on death row. Looking at all these evil women has made my skin crawl.”

“I’ve got some time. Would it offend you if I looked through some of the files with you and see if I can find any case that might have potential.”

“No. If you have the time I most certainly could use some help and maybe some perspective. There was this one woman that at first I thought might be a good starting place but then hell, she was not only in love with a serial killer but she was helping him to kill the women. How could any woman fall in love with such a monster?”

Hutch ignored the question. “I will come over and try to help. If it looks like my friend’s idea was stupid we will tell him and see if we can come up with some other series of articles for you to write.”

“Thanks.”

“See you in a few hours.”

“Cool. Bye.”

“Bye.”

 

* * *

Hutch made some calls to some lawyers he knew in California. He asked them if they knew of anyone on death row in California who might be innocent and with a little time and review of the DNA evidence could be proven innocent. The answer he got from all the lawyers was pretty much the same. “Yeah, there are a lot of people on death row in California and the police do screw up quite a bit, but it is not that easy to get a person sentenced to death in California.” They made clear that they seriously doubted focusing on California was a good idea.

So Hutch decided to check on the death row cases in Alabama and Georgia. Having been raised in Georgia, Bess did not fully realize the degree that much of the nation has a blind bias against the South. Hutch also grew up in Georgia but he had learned and understood the degree being Southern had at first hurt him in business. His road to success in business, even with the help of his then lover David Jenkins, did not begin until he made the decided effort to lose his Southern accent.

Hutch glanced through the files of Georgia Death Row Inmates. There were 94 people on death row in Georgia. Hutch didn’t even consider the idea to narrow the search to women because he figured for a woman to get on death row, her crime had to be pretty awful as Bess had discovered. After glancing through the Georgia files Hutch called Lawyers he knew in Georgia. Each lawyer pointed to one man in particular who they believed might be innocent. His name was Kyle Kingsterone who had been convicted of killing multiple people as a serial killer.

When Hutch got off the phone he pulled up the file. There were already some college kids working to get Kyle’s conviction over turned. The college kids working on the case were June Ross, Sissy Devlin, and Howard Bing. Howard was the nephew of Hutch’s friend, Raymond Bing. Hutch did a print out of the file and drove over to Bess’ Apartment.

Drunk, nude, Bess greeted Hutch at the door. Without a stitch of clothes on, she leaned against the door jam in a sexy pose. With a liquor bottle up to her mouth, she spastically hand gestured Hutch inside. She lowered the bottle to her side as Hutch entered her tiny Apartment. She staggered from the door and closed it behind him. She touched the file Hutch held in his hand.

Her drunken, slurred voice altered between sensual soft and obnoxious loud as she spoke. “Talking to you on the phone made me so horny. I miss having sex with you.”

Hutch threw the file down on the desk behind where Bess was standing in the small living room. He kissed Bess on the lips. Hutch moaned, “I’ve missed you. Why can’t we make this work?”

Bess reached into Hutch’s pants and played with his dick. As she threw her liquor bottle back over her shoulder straight into the garbage can Bess said, “Love should not have to be work. Just fucking. Lots of good fucking.”

Hutch laughed as he kissed Bess on the breasts. He ran his tongue up her neck and kissed her behind her ear. “I think we were doing pretty well in the sex department.”

Bess giggled with a devilish grin and then licked her lips. “Yeah.” Bess slapped at Hutch. “You. You. You get naked. I want to see you naked.”

Hutch began to take off his clothes. Hutch asked, “Are you going to regret this in the morning?”

“Hell no. I thought we agreed that when I moved out that we would remain friends with benefits.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t sure you were serious.”

“Of course I was serious. Course, considering I am broke it might be more advantageous if instead of being your friend with benefits I were your slutty whore who you paid a thousand dollars for benefits.”

Naked, Hutch stood before Bess. “We can play that.” Hutch counted ten one hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and placed them on the end table next to the couch. He then sat down on the couch and spread his legs. He played with his already hard cock. “Whore. Suck my dick. Suck it like you are starved for it.”

Bess got down on her knees to suck his dick. Then Hutch stopped her. He pulled her up into his arms. He kissed her. He whispered in her ear, “You know it is going to be all right. Why don’t you give up this place and move back into my place.”

Bess cuddled in Hutch’s strong arms. “Because you love Clarice more than you can ever love me. I think maybe that you even love my brother more than you love me.”

“What? Where the hell did that come from?”

“I heard you talking about Billy in your sleep. You even have a pet name for him. The Legman.”

“You know there are things about your brother that you do not know.”

“I know that he is bisexual,”

“I am not talking about that. Your brother and I never had sex. I was with David Jenkins back in those days. I was a whore and I guess in one sense I will always be a whore. I mean with David it started out about money. David loves dirty sex of all kinds but our relationship became more.”

“I understand your relationship with David. I don’t understand your relationship with my brother. But then why should I. I don’t really fully understand Billy.”

“It is complicated. We were in a gang and…”

“Billy was in a gang.”

“Not exactly. See, there were some of us who were having our lives ruined by the people who ran the gang. David Jenkins helped me a lot but the truth is your brother saved all of our asses including David Jenkins.”

“Billy was so much younger than the rest of you all. How could he have saved you all? I mean David Jenkins is rich. He gives orders left and right to the people who work for him. How could Billy have saved all of your asses as you say?”

“Look. I don’t know how we got this far on this subject because this is something I really do not want to talk about. Billy is your brother. Just love him and respect that he is a lot more than your kid brother. Do you really need to know the details?”

“I do love him. I guess I don’t need to know whatever that it is that you are not telling me but I am glad you told me as much as you did.” Bess though a moment. She held her head. “I think I am sobering up. Fuck.”

“Your ten minute drunks have always confused the hell out of me.”

Bess lay back on the couch and Hutch eased on top of her. Their lovemaking was slow and gentle and restful. When they climaxed there was no dirty talk. There was just a loving embrace and the soft words that flowed from both of their lips at the same time, “I love you.”

Bess and Hutch both got dressed. Bess fixed some coffee while Hutch again looked over the file he was about to show her. They both sat down at the table and Hutch handed Bess the file on Kyle Kingsterone. Hutch told her, “People are saying he is innocent. There are even some college kids already working to get him released. It is not exactly what Dude (Hutch’s friend who owned the magazine) planned but I say rather than doing articles on other convicts you should focus on this one. Then we will see if we can get another subject for a different type of article approved by Dude.”

Bess nodded. “Yeah, the more I looked at the files I was browsing the less I wanted to interview or have anything to do with any of those people. I say lock them up and throw away the key.” Bess eyed the file that Hutch had given her. “A serial killer. I don’t know.”

Hutch said, “The thing is that he does not fit the profile of a serial killer. There is not clear pattern to the people that he was convicted of killing or was suspected of killing. There were women and there were men. Two of them were black and three of them were white. There was a teacher, a construction worker, a nurse, a stripper, and a police officer.”

Bess asked, “So how was he linked to all of them?”

“There was a police line up where people had seen someone strange in the area before each of the killings. He was identified in one of those line-ups but other people were identified in other line ups. The main thing that got him convicted was that his DNA was found at the home of the stripper who was killed.”

Bess said, “What about the other victims?”

“There was no DNA that linked back to him and later the DNA found at the home of the stripper was highly contaminated. Also she was the last victim and the first police officer on the scene was later found to have planted evidence in another case. That officer had access to his DNA that had been collected from the suspect before it was found at the crime scene.”

Bess asked, “Besides the contaminated DNA what was the most striking evidence that caused the jury to convict him?”

“The eye witnesses. Even in the line ups where someone else was identified, the person who was identified favored him. He did not have alibi for any of the killings. But probably most of all, the judge allowed in a confession that was beaten out of him. He later recanted that confession.”

Bess said, “So the case was hanky and problematic but he could still be guilty as hell.”

“Yeah, but you can build him into a sympathetic character. For the article or articles you need to believe he is innocent.”

Bess looked at the picture of him. “He is a handsome devil. That will make it easier to make him likeable. I have to tell you though, in my gut, I think the police and the jury may have been right to convict him. I’d be lying if I said that thought does not scare me.”

“I can call Dude and tell him you have decided he should hand the article off to someone else.”

“Yeah. Let the college kids who have already been working to get him released write the articles. I will be glad to meet with them and help with their articles. Call me a coward but I really do not want to have anything to do with this guy.”

Hutch smiled. “Okay. That is good idea. The college kids can write their articles on what they did from their perspective and then you can write another piece on them that will probably give the subject matter a bit more balance. I will talk to Dude in the morning. I am sure he will go for it.”

“Aren’t I awful. You hand me a way that I might be able to advance my writing career and I…”

“No. I am glad you put being careful ahead of any thirst for success. I’ve already lost one woman that I loved to a killer. I don’t want to risk history repeating itself. I was not thinking that dealing with these convicts or this convict in particular might put your life in danger. Shit. I am glad you have the good sense to know you need to be careful.”

 

* * *

Steve Webster and Bobby White lay naked in bed together. They weren’t sure where their relationship was going or even if they had a relationship but things had slowly changed from where they would just hook up for casual sex. They had developed a closeness that was both comforting and bothersome to both of them.

Bobby flipped channels on TV while Steve began to play with his own cock. Suddenly a picture of Jane Wilifar, an old girlfriend of Steve’s, fell off the dresser.

Bobby screamed, “What the hell? Do you have ghost?”

Steve said, “I don’t know. I had a strange dream about Jane last night. I don’t really remember the details but just remember that she was in the dream.”

Steve’s cellphone rang. He answered, “Hello.”

“This is Jane. I know it has been like a year since we have talked or e-mailed or anything but I started thinking about you. Do you mind me calling?”

“Of course not. You know I will always think the world of you.”

“Are you in a relationship?”

Steve asked Bobby, “Are we in relationship?”

“Hell no.” Bobby mumbled to himself, “If you have to ask, no.”

“I guess not. How about you?”

“No. I was and then, uh, ah, shoot, he dumped me. It was kind of weird.” Jane paused a moment. “I have this function I have to attend. It is my brother’s wedding here in New York. Would you mind coming to New York and being my escort?”

“In New York. When will the wedding be?”

“It will be in one week. I guess my calling you is kind of short notice.”

“No. Actually, right now is a good time for me to travel. I see no reason that I should not be able to make it to New York to attend the wedding with you. It will be fun to see you and catch up on shit and stuff.”

“Cool. I’ll call you and give more details about the schedule as soon as I learn the plans for sure. My brother knocked the girl up and so it is all kind of short notice. Bye.”

“Okay. Bye.” Steve closed his phone. He turned and stared at Bobby. “You are acting angry.”

Bobby said, “I’ve decided that I am going to accept the job offer from my Uncle. I am going to move to Hotville.” Bobby bounced out of bed and raced into the bathroom to take a shower. Steve could hear Bobby talking to himself. “He is still in love with Billy. He is still in love with Jane. I am just casual sex. What the hell am I doing here?”

Steve walked over and listened closely at the door. He thought he heard Bobby crying. Steve screamed through the door. “Love! I am not even sure I know what that four letter word means but I have feelings for you. I am just not sure I want to be in a relationship and the last time we had this discussion you made it very clear to me that you wanted to keep your options open.”

Bobby opened the door. He hugged Steve. Bobby said, “I know. I know. And I doubt I can be totally monogamous any more than you can. I just… I don’t know. There is a part of me that is starting to want more than just sex and laughs.”

“Are you ready to come out of the closet?”

“Well part of what I will be doing for my Uncle and with my cousin Mikey is running a gay bar. My father is the one who talked my Uncle into offering me the job so maybe I wasn’t as far in the closet as I thought. I wasn’t sure I wanted the job but I think I am ready for the change.”

Steve laughed. “I didn’t realize. You are maturing.” Steve thought a second. “What about your mother and your brothers? What do they think about it?”

Bobby shrugged. “I do not really know. They do not really want me to move to Hotville but as far as working with Mikey, I am not even sure they fully know he is bisexual.”

Steve said, “Well, you know my mom has business interest in Hotville. We do decorating jobs for the Sloth family. Just because you are moving to Hotville does not mean it is like you will be moving to some foreign planet. I will be going there and you can be coming back to Atlanta. Please do not push me away.”

Bobby laughed. He kissed Steve on the lips. “Shit. You know you are like a drug and I am an totally addicted to you. As long as you do not push me away, I will never push you away.” Bobby massaged Steve’s chest. “You know, if you go to New York and have sex with your old girlfriend, that is okay. I do not know why I was feeling all jealous. And I totally dig Billy Bingo.”

Steve said, “Billy is all broken hearted over Rachel marrying Dirk. What if we get him to go to Hotville with us when we go down to scout you out a place to live.” Steve could not quite read Bobby’s face. “Or we could just go, the two of us. Or did you want to go by yourself.”

“My Uncle Keith and Mikey have invited me to live at the White Mansion.”

“Oh. So will I be welcome there.”

“I don’t see why not.”

“I don’t have to go there. It is not like I am poor. I can rent a room.” Steve stepped away from Bobby. “So you are not going to need help buying furniture or moving or anything?”

“Shit, I can pretty much fit everything I own in a suitcase.”

Silently Steve walked away to get dressed and Bobby closed the door to take his shower.

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Chapter 1

Billy Bingo sat naked on a stool and stared into a mirror. “I am a witch. I am a shape-shifter.” He touched the mirror.

Billy stood up. Did he want to get dressed or did he want to go back to bed? He had agreed to what Kane Bishop wanted. He had made a deal with Judge Haskel. He told himself it was to protect his family. “I am such a loser,” Billy moaned. Billy looked back at his bed.

Billy heard the sound of a moving truck in the parking lot of the Minion Plex where he still lived with his parents. He glanced out the window to see the very beautiful woman, Janet Silverton, giving instructions to two moving men who were unloading her furniture. “She is nice looking,” Billy said as he looked, looked, and looked some more.

Billy got dressed and was just about to exit his bedroom when there was knock on his door. He opened the door to see Detective Face standing there. Detective Face looked none too happy. Billy felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked back at his beckoning bed. He knew he couldn’t spend the rest of eternity in bed with the covers pulled up over his head but it seemed a rather comforting thought.

“Are you here to arrest me?” Billy asked Detective Face.

“No. You are protected. For now! Higher ups were asking me some questions and pointing some fingers, but people higher than them ordered that the matter be dropped.”

“Thanks.”

“Have you told your parents anything?”

“No.” Billy considered his words. “I know you work for the Judge’s wife, Mrs. Haskel.”

“Yeah, I work for Marjone Haskel. She told me about your visit. It was a relief that you two worked it out because I really did not want to go against the Legman. That is, I didn’t want to go up against you because of old times and all.”

Billy shrugged. Billy said, “My memory of those days is still somewhat foggy.”

Detective Face cocked his head. He knew there were things not well with Billy and in truth he knew Billy was a rather odd sort. Still, he considered that Billy had been a good friend. Detective Face said, “Back in the day, your advice helped me to get out of some very tough spots. It is because of your help that I was able to become a policeman and am able to work for the police today.” Detective Face paused and shrugged. “Yeah, I know I am a dirty cop and all, but still I’d like to think I do some good.”

Billy said, “There is no doubt that you helped me to get out of a jam at the Harris place. Thank you.”

“Here is the thing. Pretty much everyone who is anyone knows to stay the hell away from the Kane Bishop case. The rub is that a lowly traffic cop and her erotic mystery writing Aunt Tess Favor have latched onto the case. A picture fell into the hands of Mrs. Favor that is a picture of you at the Harris Place when the reported death of Kane Bishop is said to have happened at said place.”

“The picture doesn’t prove anything. The Harris family were my friends.”

“Mrs. Haskel is afraid that the scrutiny will uncover that which does not need to be uncovered. She is afraid that Janet Silverton—a traffic cop, trying to make detective—is going to cause a problem. Seeing that picture got Ms. Silverton and her Aunt, Tess Favor, snooping about and spying on you. Now Janet Silverton is here, right out there in the parking lot, and she is moving into the Minion Plex.”

Billy looked out the window at the beautiful Janet Silverton. His dick moved a little to the right. “She is moving here to spy on me.”

“I would guess that is the main reason she is moving here.”

“She is one good-looking woman. I might like her peeping in, spying, on me.”

“Yeah. I hear that.” Detective Face shook his head. “Anyway, Mrs. Haskel used her contacts to change your history a bit.”

“Change my history?” Billy asked, “How is that?”

Detective Face handed Billy a large envelope. “That contains all the background information that you will need to know. The short of it is that you now have a four-year degree in Criminology. You have passed the required test. The State Board approved you. And you are now a licensed Private Detective with your own company. The cover story of why you were following Kane Bishop is that you were working on a case when working under another detective, while also going to college.”

“Don’t you think that is rather elaborate and rather pointless? Besides, my parents and other people will know that isn’t right. They know most of my classes in college involved interior decorating.”

“Do they? Were they really that much interested in your college life?”

“It was a Junior College. They know that much.”

“You graduated from Georgia State. The speed you completed the required classes was rather amazing but possible.” Detective Face smiled. “In case there are any questions, use your magic powers to change memories. When I was caught shop lifting that time and you altered the memory of the store clerk, that was amazing.” Detective Face reached out and hugged Billy. He patted him on the back. “You will make a great Private Dick.” With a smile Detective Face backed away from Billy. He said, “You will make an excellent detective.”

Billy started to try to explain to Detective Face he didn’t remember helping him or how he had done it. He started to explain his memory of being the Legman was fuzzy at best but he had already told Detective Face that much. Billy decided it best not to give details on how hopeless and confused he currently felt. Instead he thanked Detective Face.

Detective Face said, “Mrs. Haskel is rather obsessive but she is good to the people she considers her friends. I think this ruse is more than just giving you a cover story but giving you a life. I mean, I was with her part of the time that she was working this out and she was thinking of you. She kept telling me, this will be good for Billy.”

“Me a detective. I don’t know. I will try to make her plans, the ruse, work. It is all kind of odd, but I will try.”

Detective Face said, “The name of your new company is the Naked Truth Agency. I hope that name is okay with you. When I thought about opening my own agency that is the name I was considering.”

“I like the name. So at this new company, what will be your position?”

“I am still employed as a Police Detective. Although Marjone Haskel and the Judge are retired, some old business sometimes come to ahead and I am needed to troubleshoot. She still needs me on the inside.”

“How am I going to run a Detective Agency without someone who knows what they are doing?”

“You will do okay. Hell, Legman, you will be a natural.”

Billy looked out the window at Janet Silverton. “So I am supposed to convince that lady and others that my involvement in what went down in Rockdale was because I was working for a Detective and not because of my past; my childhood. I am supposed to act like I am a professional detective.”

“You wouldn’t believe some of the clowns who contact me almost on a daily basis who call themselves Detective. You will do okay.”

“I don’t want to be one of those clowns. If I am going to do this, I want to do it right. I want to be respected.”

“I can’t say I haven’t thought about going private at times. Do you seriously think you will be able to stand working with me on a daily basis? And you know I will remain loyal to Marjone Haskel.”

“I understand that.” As Billy spoke he considered the big secret. He thought a moment. Billy asked, “What do you know about Kane Bishop?”

“You mean, do Marjone and I know that Kane is still alive? Yes, but the Judge does not know.”

“Well, if you hadn’t have known, that is the only thing that I can think of where we might have had a conflict. Of course you know that if the Judge or Mrs. Haskel were to attempt to hurt someone I care about then I will go against them to protect the people I love.”

“And you understand that if you go against the Judge or Marjone and I learn about it then I will tip them off.”

“I understand.”

“I will talk to Marjone and see if she agrees that I should help you with the Detective Agency. If she says yes then I will give notice and I will go to work for you in helping you with the Naked Truth Agency.”

“Good.”

As Detective Face left, Billy thought to himself, “If he doesn’t go to work with me, I am going to have to be very careful with this scam that Mrs. Haskel has created. I hope she is not going back on what was agreed. I hope she is not trying to set me up for some kind of a take down.”

* * *

After Detective Face left Billy, Billy called Steve Webster. “Tell your mom that I need a magic spell to be able to change memories. Supposedly at one time I was able to do that but I don’t remember.”

Steve told Billy that he would talk to his mom and then get back to him. About an hour later Mrs. Webster came knocking at the door. Billy and she walked outside to stroll around the grounds of the Minion Plex. While walking around Billy noticed Janet trying to watch him but without being noticed.

Janet Silverton was dressed in a lime green bikini with pink polka dots. Wearing a straw hat and large yellow sunglasses she was easily noticed by most people. Of course Billy mainly noticed her drop dead gorgeous figure as he leered Janet’s direction.

Linda laughed. She said, “Yeah, I couldn’t compete with that but please keep your attention on our conversation and me.”

Billy winked. “Now come on. You know you are beautiful.” Then Billy said, “That woman there is sexy but according to Detective Face, she and her aunt are the problem.” Billy explained the situation to Linda Webster.

Linda wished she had an easy answer for Billy’s predicament, but she was at a loss. She said, “My powers are very limited. I have no idea how to cast such a spell as the recollection spell. I am sure Amberline knows such a conjuration but she is, well, you know the situation. I’ve considered getting a friend to help break the incantation she has placed on herself and end her being Jackie Jenkins but I not only have to think of you but also your half brother Dirk.”

“I understand. It is a quandary, but I think it is best to let Amberline continue enjoying being Jackie. I’ve contemplated different things about this situation. I’ve imagined how great it would be if Jackie were to turn back into Amberline and I could talk to her as my mother. I’ve thought about going to her. Shit, I’ve even got into my car and sat there, the engine running, with every intention of visiting her and telling her the situation but then I don’t. There is a part of me that wants to tell Amberline that I am her son, but hell, Maureen standing there at the window and watching us; she is my mom. She raised me. So then I think how fucked up the entanglement of our lives might all become if people start becoming aware of the secrets. How can I expect Amberline and other people to deal with what I haven’t even been able to fully grasp. It isn’t important that she know. Is it?”

Linda said, “It would be an emotional shocker for her, as it was for you, but I am not sure. Sometimes I think it is important for her to learn that you are her son. She could help you mature as a witch and learn things. She could teach you things that I am not capable of teaching you. What is more, you are her son, and the Elders could not stop her from teaching you. If I requested permission from the Elders, I am not sure that the Elders would even allow me to teach you what little I am capable of doing. They can stop me, but they couldn’t stop Amberline from teaching you. That is her right as your mother.”

“I understand what you are saying. There is no doubt that it would be mighty convenient—if things were not so complicated—to be able to go to her right now. It may sound cowardice of me but I am not ready to have that most odd of conversations a person might ever endure. And if Jackie or Amberline is even less ready for that conversation and were to freak out, even reject me, it would be devastating.”

Linda said, “I agree. You are not ready for the conversation and neither is she. So what are you going to do?”

Billy said, “Apparently, as Legman I was capable of performing magic. Detective Face said I did know the memory spell.” Billy shook his head. “Ironically, I sure as hell don’t remember it now. If there were just someway to trigger the memory of how I did the spell.”

“I’ve tried to find information on the Legman. I wasn’t doing it to be snooping but I thought it might be helpful to know more about you as him.”

“I understand. So what have you been able to discover? Have you learned anything that might help me recall the spell?”

Linda shrugged and shook her head no. “I would guess the Legman is an alter ego—a personality—from a past life. In that personality you know things that you don’t know as Billy. Trauma probably caused you as Billy to pull back and emerge as the Legman, and as the Legman to know things that you knew in some previous life. You found comfort in being the Legman just as Amberline is now finding comfort in being Jackie.” Linda thought a second. She shook her head. “Anyway, I haven’t been able to find any information on who the Legman might have been or who you might have been in a past life. I’ve thought about consulting the Elders on the matter but I am terrified to address them.”

Billy stared at Linda. He couldn’t imagine her being terrified. “Scared?” Billy had no idea who or what the Elders are but the fact she was scared of them caused him a bit of trepidation. “You have always seemed so confident. I can’t imagine you being afraid.”

“There are some things that scare each of us. We all have our phobias. Regardless, I think that even if we knew more about the Legman it would be hard to trigger the memory. It might even be dangerous to try such a feat.”

Billy looked over at Janet pretending to admire flowers in a garden while peeping glances at Billy and Linda. Then he looked at his mom still standing at the window and watching. He turned back to Linda. “I really need to make sure that people will believe that I was acting as a detective, dating back to when I was following Kane Bishop. Do you know of anyone who can help me with the spell?”

“If we could find Amberline’s Library on witchcraft, the spell is probably in one of her books. I know her library is at the old Darko Place in Hotville but the library is well hidden. I have no idea where in the Mansion the library exists. As far as a person who can help you with such a massive spell as altering the memory of lots of people, there are only two that I know about who can accomplish such a mission. There is Amberline of course, who we have both dismissed from helping you for now, and then there is your adversary, Kane Bishop.”

“So the Library is my best bet.”

“Kane Bishop is your quickest bet if he will help you.”

“I guess I could pay a visit to Sylvia Trundle. She most likely knows where he can be found.” Billy considered his last encounter with the duo. “Whatever happens, I guess I will do what I have to do.”

* * *

After Ralph Shath left the Apartment Complex known as the Minion Plex and he no longer managed it, the White Family moved back into the Apartment Complex. The family simply couldn’t get the quality and size of the Apartment for the rent at any other place.

Bobby White’s younger brother Doug White watched Janet Silverton watching Billy Bingo. “What does he have that I don’t have?” Doug looked down at his own black shoes and his white socks. He stared at his green and brown plaid shorts. “Okay, maybe I do need to work on my wardrobe. I also need an edge if Billy Bingo is going to be my competition.”

Doug White left his spying position and walked to the sliding door in the back of Janet Silverton’s Apartment. He knew a trick to bump the door so that even locked it would slide open. Feeling somewhat nervous Doug bumped the door, opened it, and stepped inside of Janet’s home. There were boxes everywhere. Obviously, she was not yet fully unpacked from moving into her new place. “God, I don’t know even where to start.” Then he noticed she had left an address book open on the counter between the living room and the kitchen. “I am glad she has not gone fully high tech.”

Doug picked the address book up. On the first page were phone numbers from where she worked at the police department. “Oh, my god, she is a policewoman. That would be so hot to date a policewoman.” Then he thought how he had broken into her home. “Oh my god, I have broken into a policewoman’s home.” Still he continued reading in her address book. He saw the address and phone number to her Aunt Tess Favor. He knew who Tess Favor was. He liked reading, jerking off, and being entertained by her books. Doug continued flipping the pages. Toward the back of the book he saw the address and phone number for the 5th Side Strip Club. “I wonder what that is about.” At the bottom of the page he saw she had scribbled, “Friday Nights only.” He thought, “Strange.”

Leaving the address book on the counter Doug walked to her bedroom. In her closet he saw her police uniforms. Then he noticed some rather flashy and very sexy clothes. He touched the clothes. Then he smelled the clothes. “I do like that smell.” Doug left the bedroom and walked to another bedroom in the Apartment. In the center of that room was a stripper pole. “A stripper pole!” He supposed some women use dancing and stripping for fun and exercise. The pole didn’t necessarily mean Janet Silverton was a stripper but he had seen the phone number for the 5th Side Strip Club in her address book. “Could it be that she is both a policewoman and a stripper?”

Doug heard the front door to Janet Silverton’s home open. He thought to himself, “Oh fucking hell, my life is over.” Then he looked over at the partially opened window.

Doug heard Janet talking on the phone. Janet said, “I really would like to dance Friday. Do you have any time slots open? … Are you sure Marge will not mind sharing her slot with me? I like Marge and do not want to make her angry. … Oh, okay. Then I will be there the last Friday of this month. That is good. Thank you. Bye.”

Doug quickly climbed through the window, out of the Apartment, and made his escape. Running across the back landscape he tripped over a garden hose. Brushing off the dirt he quickly stood up and darted to the back patio of where he lived. His brother Benjamin lay reclined on a chase lounge sunning.

Out of breath, panting, Doug looked at his brother and wondered if Benjamin had seen anything to suspect what he had been doing. Benjamin repositioned the lounge up to a sitting position and cocked his head at his older brother. Benjamin then reached over to a glass of lemonade and sipped a drink.

“What?” Doug asked. “That look?”

“Nothing. Well. There is something. Do you remember Kyle Kingerstone?”

“Yeah, I remember him from school. Why?”

“He is on death row. He is a convicted serial killer.”

“No way! In biology he passed out while dissecting a frog.”

“The jury convicted him. They say he killed nine people.”

“Fuck. I sure am glad I didn’t tease him when he passed out in biology. Who did he kill?”

“Random. Strangers. The paper said none of them seemed to have any link between them.”

“Damn. Kyle Kingerstone a serial killer. I guess you never know.”

Benjamin and Doug sat silent for a moment. Then Doug asked, “Say, have you seen the new woman who is moving into the Minion Plex?”

“No. You know I don’t know half the people who live here. I wouldn’t know new neighbors from old neighbors.”

Doug said, “If you had seen her you would have noticed. Shit. She is good looking.”

“You act like a player with your nerd friends. I know better.”

“I don’t see a woman hanging on your shoulder.”

“That is the truth. I just… I don’t know. I guess I am as big of a nerd as you are. Can a person who maintained a C average in school be a nerd?” Benjamin laughed and finished his glass of lemonade as he stood up to go inside.

 

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