Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

 

Inside Interrogation Room 15 LAPD

 

“Mr. McKenna, can you hear me? Nigel McKenna, I need to know what drugs you took last night,” the doctor on call asked. Pen poised to write, he waited for Nigel to tell him.

Nigel didn’t answer.

“Mr. McKenna, I’m asking as a doctor. Just tell me so that I can fill out my paperwork. I’m not going to report you.”

Nigel heard the voice as he slowly floated back to earth. The effect of the ‘spiked’ Indian hemp he had smoked last night coupled with the sedation the paramedic had administered was fading. He knew that he was sitting down but for some reason he couldn’t feel his legs. He saw his hands searching for his legs but couldn’t feel anything. “Maybe the aliens took them,” a voice mockingly whispered. He looked around the room to see who had spoken but the two men in the room were looking at him, waiting for him to speak.

“Doc, will you excuse us a minute?” Detective Kowalski asked. He walked over to the door, opened it, and indicated with his head that the doctor should leave.

“Detective, I need to fill out my paperwork-”

“Doc I need to find out where this man’s wife is. Go talk to the inspector if you’re not clear on what is more important at this stage, a human life or your paperwork!”

“But-”

“Come back later, Doc,” Kowalski told him as he gently shoved him out and closed the door.    “Now Mr. McKenna, it’s just you and me. My name is Detective Kowalski and I need to know where your wife is. Do you remember what happened to Dorothy?”

“Who?” Nigel asked.

“Dorothy, your wife, Dorothy, where is she?”

“The aliens took her,” Nigel replied, smiled and closed his eyes as he continued to float.

Detective Kowalski kicked at the chair Nigel sat in. Nigel’s eyes flew open as he fell back. He cried out in pain as he hit his head on the wall behind him. Kowalski pulled him up and kicked the chair out of the way. He grabbed Nigel as he tried to back away and pinned him up against the wall. “You’re not so tough now are you? I hear you like hitting women. What say you and me go out back, one on one, right now! You think you can take me on? Or is it just defenseless women that you like to hit?”

“I don’t know where my wife is, the last time I saw her was last night before I went to bed. I went to sleep and when I woke up this morning I saw signs that the aliens-”

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, no bull, I don’t want to hear about your drug induced aliens. Did you hit your wife last night?”

“Last night?”

“Yes last night, did you hit her?”

Nigel frowned as he tried to remember, “Last night?”

“Did she decide that enough was enough and she wasn’t going to put up with you beating her anymore? Did she stand up to you? Is that why her blood is all over your bed sheets? Did you stab your wife to death? Did you dump her body somewhere?”

“What? No! I didn’t stab her!”

“But you beat her?”

“I don’t remember beating her last night.”

“But you remember beating her on other nights?”

“I don’t really beat her, I just give her the odd slap now and then to keep her in line, let her know who the boss is.”

“I hear you like being the boss. According to our records you’ve fractured her ribs, broken her arm, and you beat her whenever you pretty much feel like beating her.”

“I don’t remember beating her last night, in fact I’m sure I didn’t beat her last night, maybe I slapped her the night before but not last night and I didn’t stab her!”

Detective Kowalski pushed him against the wall and turned away from him, disgusted. He had two daughters and the thought of one of them marrying a man like this filled him with dread. He turned back quickly, raised his hand and slapped Nigel across the face. Nigel staggered backwards and he grabbed him and slapped him again. “Is that how you used to slap her in the past to keep her in line? Did you go too far this time?”

The door swung open; both men turned.

“Can I see you out here for a second, Kowalski?” Inspector Carter Goodman said and waited for him to walk out of the room.

As soon as the door closed Kowalski braced himself for what he knew was coming.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Kowalski?”

“Trying to do my job, Sir.”

“By hitting him? By pushing him around? How does that constitute doing your job? Once his lawyer gets here, sees the bruises and talks to him, he can get him to file an assault charge against you.”

“Sir-”

“Listen, don’t you think we have enough trouble with lawyers and journalists accusing us of being violent and in bed with the Mafia? I’m sick and tired of the stories written about the men in blue being just as corrupt as the Mafia and just as brutal as well. I’ve lost a number of good men who made bad choices. I don’t want to lose you, Kowalski, but I won’t stand back and let you do this. As your boss, I’m telling you now, question him with your mouth and not your hands, do you hear me?”

“Yes Sir.”

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Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 7

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Chapter 7 of Blood Borne Connections below – Thank you for all your support, Gladys

 

Chapter 7

 

They had tried to kick the door down with their feet. They had tried to force it open with a battering ram. The door refused to budge. It refused them access to the man inside and to what they feared was his dying or dead wife.

The negotiator had failed to establish contact because Nigel McKenna would not answer the phone. Outside, the police, the paramedics and the firemen waited.

 

Inside, Nigel McKenna sat hidden under his protective fort. He had seen a UFO program once (more a cartoon than a program) that had informed him how to protect himself in the event of a possible alien invasion and abduction. In the program he had learned that aliens were able to locate humans using certain radio-like technology but blue material blocked their transmissions (the program was also geared more towards children than adults). Fascinated, he had watched as the silver aliens sent radio waves from their spaceship to earth and some of the caricature humans were captured whilst the smart caricature humans who had hidden under blue blankets were saved. Nigel, being smart, had pulled down all the blue curtains from the living room and draped them over two chairs. He sat under his makeshift tent and waited to be rescued. He had heard the police banging on his door but he didn’t trust them, they could be alien-possessed and would try to change him into one of them. There was only one person who was loyal and whom he trusted. He thought of her and cried as he rocked backwards and forwards. “Dorothy,” he whispered over and over again.

***

“Why would you think that I killed my husband?” Dorothy asked Julius. She had a comical, perplexed expression on her face as she stared at him.

“You said that you got up early to kill your husband and then you came in to work. You said that there was so much blood.”

“So much blood! Did I really say that?”

“Yes, you did. We were coming up the stairs when you-”

“Oh yes, I remember. I had a lot on my mind.” She looked at him and offered no further explanation.

***

 

Juanita Ortega looked at her wristwatch and moved towards the people on the street in front of Dorothy’s house. Dorothy’s words were still directing her as they had done since Nigel had started screaming.

 

“He will wake up at about 6am and break wind. He always does that. It may take a few minutes for him to see the knife, he may pass out after that or he may not. If he does pass out it won’t be for more than ten minutes. He’ll eventually see the room and what I’ve done and will start to scream. Wait for five minutes after the screaming starts then dial 911. Go and stand on the curb with the other neighbors and people who will have gathered there and wait for the officers to come. While you wait, tell someone in the crowd that someone else had said that Nigel might be armed. You can bet that before the police show up everyone will believe that Nigel has a gun and is prepared to use it.”

 

Juanita stood on the curb and watched with the other neighbors as the police tried to force their way into Dorothy’s house.

 

“Mr. McKenna, open the door! We need to check on your wife! Open the door!” Detective Kowalski shouted.

“They took her! The aliens took Dorothy!”

“Mr. McKenna, open the door now!”

 

“When it becomes apparent that he won’t let anyone in tell the police that you have a key to open the metal security gate at the back of the house. Be calm when you talk to the police. Don’t forget to mention how he drinks and takes drugs and he often shouts abuse at me and the reason you hadn’t said anything before was because you figured that it was just another day of him doing what he always does.”

 

“Excuse me, officer, my name is Juanita Ortega and I live next door. I have a key to the gate at the back . . .”

 

“Remember, Juanita, stay calm and stick to script.”

 

“Detective Kowalski, Sir, a neighbor has just said that she has a key to open the gate at the back door. She is friendly with Mrs. McKenna and they both exchanged keys in case of an emergency. She has gone to get the key, Sir.”

 

They unlocked the reinforced metal security gate and gently swung it open, cautious not to make any noise and spook Nigel McKenna. They moved in precision as one unit, each watching for directions from the others. Guns were held abreast; ready to be used if needed.

“Police, do not move! This is the police!”

“Stay where you are! Don’t move!”

Nigel saw the guns pointed at him; he saw men in bullet proof jackets running around calling out for Dorothy. ‘Don’t they know that she has been taken? How can they not know?’ He wondered, as he remained protected under the blue curtains.

 

“By the time they get to him he will be out of his mind and showing signs of delusion, aggression and hostility. I’ve seen him like that before so I know what the police will see. After they take him away they may call on you to give a statement. Remain calm and tell them the truth about his drug use and drinking, Juanita, that’s all I need you to do. He will do the rest. He will nail his own coffin shut.”

 

Nigel was like an enraged bull. The police had removed his blue protection; they had mindlessly just pulled it off the chairs and thrown it on the floor, leaving him exposed. He swung punches at the officers and he kicked out as hard as he could. He screamed and screamed as officers restrained him and a man with a syringe tried to inject him with what looked like silver alien-liquid.

“Mr. McKenna, where is your wife, where is Dorothy?” Kowalski asked him.

 “They took Dorothy, the aliens took her. She’s dead! You hear me? Look at the blood on the bed, she’s dead!” Nigel screamed. He struggled and fought against the police officers who restrained him.

“Keep him still,” O’Hara told the officers as he injected Nigel with the sedative.

Nigel saw the silver alien-liquid going into his arm and screamed. Before he slipped into unconsciousness he bit one officer’s hand and punched another officer in the face.

“Book him for double assault and if we don’t find his wife add possible murder onto the list!” Kowalski shouted.

 

 

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Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

 

Julius had held Cara tightly and stroked her hair as they talked – well, he had done most of the talking. She was now fast asleep. Their son was fast asleep. He gently untangled himself, got up, picked up his shoes and walked out of the room. Nurse McKenna sat at the nurses’ station; he walked over to her pulled out a chair and sat down.

“I made you some coffee,” she picked up the bubbling percolator and poured him a cup.     “Careful,” she told him as he took the cup, “it’s hot.”

“Thank you, Nurse McKenna-”

“Please call me Dorothy.”

“Thank you, Dorothy,” he placed the cup in front of him.

“Are they both sleeping?”

He nodded, “We talked until she fell asleep. Thank you for taking care of them. I owe you so much. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

“You can repay me by taking care of your wife and your son. I talked to your wife earlier – she is a beautiful person, inside and out. Never hurt her, never cheat on her-”

“I would never do that!” Julius interrupted.

“You know, I’m surprised that she is married to you-”

“Why, because she is Black and I’m White?”

“My, my, aren’t we defensive. No I meant because she is so beautiful, so articulate, so educated, obviously has had a good upbringing and is so genuinely nice. Her room was really cold downstairs but she didn’t get nasty and kick up a fuss like some women, she was so polite. She saw that I was upset and she took the time to talk to me and listen. When you came in and saw that your wife and son had been moved I watched you on the monitor as you talked to the nurse at the reception. You seemed so rough and aggressive, almost like one of those Mafia guys you see in the movies.”

“What?” He asked, again shocked at her uncanny perception.

“I know from talking to Cara that she is an investigative journalist. What do you do?”

“I’m a human rights lawyer and a business man and I work with people who understand the secret of money.”

“Money has a secret?”

“No, the secret of money just means having an understanding that money should be used for good and not evil, not hoarded, worshipped or misused, because when you use it correctly it brings happiness. My maternal grandfather and my father taught me the secret of money, now I use it to help people.”

“Wow, you’re a lawyer, a business man, a philanthropist and a wise man, you could have fooled me. When I saw you on the monitor the first thing I thought was-”

“You saw me on a monitor?” He purposely interrupted.

“Yes, this one,” she indicated with her hand where the monitor was. “Your wife described you but when I watched as you spoke to the nurse downstairs I wasn’t sure it was you so I sat and watched you for a few moments. I had to be sure you were not connected to the men who came earlier. Then I saw something in your eyes that you were trying to hide – you looked scared and genuinely worried, so I figured it had to be you.”

Julius looked at the screen. He saw the nurse he had met earlier seated at the nurses’ station; he also saw the corridor of the Maternity ward. “I thought you said this was the old I.T.U, how comes you have a monitor connected to a camera in Maternity here?”

“Let’s just say I borrowed it from my husband. He works, or should I say, used to work, part-time in the security department downstairs. I took his ID pass and keys before I left the house. I figured he wouldn’t need them anymore.”

Julius studied her for a few moments then asked the question that had sat hidden in a corner of his mind waiting for the right time to come out, “Did you kill your husband?”

Dorothy looked at him for the longest of moments then threw her head back kicked out her feet and laughed. She laughed until tears ran down her face. She laughed until her chest hurt. When she finally managed to compose herself she looked him squarely in the eyes. “There are many ways to end someone’s life,” she told him and smiled.

***

“Help me, I’m dying!” Nigel screamed.

“Mr. McKenna, this is the police, you need to remove the barricade you have against the door. My men need to come in but you have blocked the entrance!” Detective Jefferson Kowalski shouted through the door.

“No, if I open the door, more will come in. This is a state of emergency, call the President, call the Prime Minister of England, they’re supposed to be good friends!”

Kowalski tried a calmer approach, “Mr. McKenna, let us come in. We need to gain access so that we can see you’re okay. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m dying, I tell you! I’m dying! The aliens are here they are everywhere. They have made contact. They took my wife now they want to take me. They took Dorothy! They took her; now they want me!”

Seth O’Hara, a senior paramedic, rushed over; he held a sheathed syringe in his hand. “Do you think we will need to sedate him, Kowalski?”

“I don’t know, O’Hara, we may need to wait until we find out where his wife is. I saw you talking to the neighbors earlier; any news on her possible location?”

“I thought the aliens took her,” O’Hara smirked.

“Don’t even go there!” Detective Kowalski warned and frowned. “I don’t get it, the neighbors say he is usually a mean old bastard to his wife but she put up with him. What happened to make him snap this morning? He’s been screaming and shouting for nearly twenty minutes now.”

“Maybe she changed, maybe she stood up to him this morning and told him to go to hell, who knows,” O’Hara offered.

“And he got so mad he started seeing aliens? Or was he so shocked by her change that to him she’s now an alien?”

“I don’t believe in aliens so your questions don’t make sense to me, Kowalski, however I do know a shrink that makes a hundred and fifty bucks an hour who may be able to help you.”

“It’s cases like this, where I need the input of another intelligent person, that I value my partner.”

“Where is your highly intelligent partner today?”

“He’s at the forensic lab working on a case.”

“That’s a bummer; I could use some of his expertise.”

“Lose the grin, O’Hara, work with me here.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, what do you need?”

“I need answers; I hate working blind. I need to know what I’m dealing with here, where is his wife?”

“You think she’s in there?” O’Hara asked.

“Her car isn’t out front. No one has seen her since yesterday. My men are still trying to find out if she’s at work. We know she’s a nurse and she drives to work.”

“What’s the name of the hospital? I’ll ask one of the other paramedics if they know her.”

“One of my men said a neighbor told him it could either be St. Matthew’s or St. Andrew’s.”

“I’ll get one of your guys to put out an APB on her and ask my guys if they know her.” He turned to leave, “rumor has it that Nigel McKenna has a gun. There is the option that Mrs. McKenna is in there with him. She could be injured and slowly bleeding out, each organ shutting down one by one as she cries out ‘help me Detective Kowalski, help me!’ or worst still, she could be dead.”

“Remind me again, why did you become a paramedic?”

“To serve the citizens of this state, to render medical assistance when required and to save lives,” he quoted.

“No really, why did you become a paramedic?”

Both men smiled at an old joke.

“Look, Kowalski, I know you want to close this up but he sounds really out of it, plus we can’t get in.”

“I know. I just don’t want the Feds getting involved and taking over. This is supposed to be a ‘Domestic’, if they think that we can’t handle a simple ‘Domestic’, we’ll never live it down.”

They both heard a loud crash followed by loud shouts then unfamiliar silence. Both men turned to the door and tried to kick it open.

 

5 Hours Earlier

Blood stained hands knocked on the door. “Please be in, please be in,” the person whispered.

“Who is it?” The woman inside asked.

“Juanita, it’s me, Dorothy. I need your help.”

“Dorothy! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did that monster hurt you again? Hold on, let me open the door.” Juanita Ortega quickly unlocked the door. She took one look at her friend’s face and pulled her inside. Then the smell hit her hard; she backed away and held her chest as she tried not to look at the blood on her friend’s hands. Juanita suffered from what some doctors classified as a form of a neurological disorder called hematophobia, the fear of blood. Her condition, which manifested itself after her fiftieth birthday, rendered her paralyzed and made her faint at the sight of blood. First, when she smelled blood saliva would fill her mouth and then her breathing would become labored. Next her heart would palpitate and she would literally freeze, in the absence of immediate rectification she would black out. “Is that blood on your hands, Dorothy?” She asked as saliva poured into her mouth and her breathing became labored. She tried to move forward to help her friend but her feet were frozen.

Dorothy looked at her hands, she hadn’t seen the blood on them if she had she would have washed them and spared her friend the discomfort. “Juanita, please stay calm. Please hold your breath, go over to the window, put your head out and take some deep breaths. I’ll go and wash my hands okay.”

Juanita held her breath, gathered every ounce of will power she could muster, rushed over to the window, stuck her head out and breathed in and out several times. The cool air calmed her.

Dorothy ran to the bathroom and washed her hands until there was no visible trace of blood. She put a large waterproof plaster over the cut on her hand then helped herself to some of Juanita’s expensive hand cream and rubbed it into her hands. She knew that it wasn’t just the sight of blood that affected Juanita it was also the smell of blood. For some reason Juanita had the ability to smell the copper in blood; doctors said that she suffered from post-menopausal selective hyperosmia, an increased ability to smell certain things. Not many people could smell copper in a glass of blood but Juanita could smell it in a drop of blood. Juanita often joked about her condition; she said that if she were a vampire she would be forced to be a ‘vegetarian’ because of her ‘HH’; she would laugh at herself and call herself the Hyperosmic – Hematophobic – Chick.

Satisfied that both the visible and olfactory evidence were gone Dorothy left the bathroom and went to see how her friend was doing. “How are you feeling?” She asked her.

“Like someone took all the oxygen out of the room and told me to breathe.” Juanita replied.

Dorothy held up a key, “I need you to take this key and do what I ask you to do. Will you please do it?”

“You are like a baby sister to me – of course I’ll do anything for you, as long as it doesn’t involve blood.”

They both smiled. Tears shone in their eyes; the day they had fantasized about many times in the past had finally come – The day of Dorothy’s escape.

“I may not see you in a while but I promise I’ll try and call you when I can, Juanita.”

“You better call me,” Juanita said as she hugged her tightly. Sadness washed over her and she struggled to compose herself, she had to be strong for her friend. She knew if anyone deserved a good life, free from the pain of abuse and violence, it was Dorothy. Knowing it didn’t stop the pain she felt at the imminent loss of their close friendship. “Okay, before I start crying, tell me what you want me to do.”

Juanita listened intently as her friend told her what she wanted her to do and exactly how she wanted her to do it.

 

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Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

 

Julius gently picked up his sleeping son and placed him in the crib next to the bed. He quickly glanced at his wife to make sure he had not disturbed her. She was still asleep. He looked down at his son as he slept with one tiny hand rested against his cheek. Julius wondered at the human heart and its propensity, how it could grow to accommodate more love as and when required. He loved this child more than he could have ever fathomed. He touched his son’s hand with his finger and marveled at how his son instantly wrapped his tiny hand around his finger even as he slept. His heart fluttered at what he perceived to be a smile from his son. ‘He knows that I love him’, he thought as he caressed his tiny cheek. “I will always love you, Tyrone,” he whispered as he bent and kissed his son’s cheek.

“I guess it’s going to be Tyrone, then,” Cara said softly as she looked at him, “my dad will be pleased we’ve given his first grandson his name, Tyrone Julius Kempton, I like the sound of that.”

He looked at her and smiled, as always she stirred his heart and took his breath away. “I love you, Mrs. Kempton.”

“I love you too, Julius Maxwell Kempton,” she smiled at him as she stifled a yawn and started to sit up.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting up-”

“Oh no you’re not, the nurse said that you need to rest.” He took off his jacket, hid his gun in the pocket, kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed and pulled her gently against him.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you rest, close your eyes-”

“Maxwell-”

“Close your eyes, you need to rest.”

“But I’m not really that tired.” She buried her face in his chest as she yawned.

“Baby, I can feel you yawning.”

“How can you feel someone yawning?” She yawned again.

He yawned, “You’re using up all the oxygen in the room and you’re making me yawn as well.”

She wrapped her arms around him, “Talk to me so that I can fall asleep.”

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Like what?”

“Ummm, like the sound of my voice sends you to sleep.”

“The sound of your voice makes my senses tingle, it is sexy and soothing; your voice is like a silky kiss on a beautiful summer day and a luxuriously warm drink on a cold winter night.”

“Of all the women in the world I had to fall in love with a beautiful journalist who writes poetry. I remember the first night I saw you, there was this confidence about you, and this inner beauty that I knew I wanted to be in my life.” He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling.

“I’m listening,” she whispered.

“Remember the first, second and third time I asked you to marry me and you turned me down?”

She nodded.

“The day you agreed to marry me was one of . . .”

***

The neighbors heard the screaming, the sound of breaking glass and the banging of a hammer. Juanita Ortega lived in the house next door. She heard the sound of fear and she smiled. As instructed, she waited for five minutes then dialed 911. She told the female operator who answered her call to send the police, paramedics and a fire truck because she didn’t know what the problem was but it sounded like someone was being murdered and she could smell smoke. She couldn’t really smell smoke but she knew that this was the only way to get an immediate response. Last week when a young neighborhood girl had been knocked off her bike by a joy-rider, the police and paramedics had been called and it took them twenty-seven minutes to turn up. The fact that the nearest police station was two blocks away and the local hospital was three blocks away made a mockery of the motto ‘Protect and Serve’. Juanita took the latch off the door and went out onto the street where some of the other neighbors had already gathered. No one had made the attempt to get into the house. Then again no one wanted to be accused of breaking-and-entering. A man on Fifth and Strasberg, which was five blocks away, heading in the direction of Pomona, had forcibly gained entrance into the apartment of a female neighbor when he had heard her screaming for help one night. He had kicked the front door open and rushed in swinging a baseball bat in front of him. He saw the assailant beating the woman up and immediately swung at him with the bat. He fractured two of the man’s ribs and knocked out one of his teeth. He was only trying to be a good neighbor but for his reward he was arrested for assault and given a suspended sentence. He lost his job while he was being held in custody and his marriage fell apart because the perpetrator’s lawyer had insinuated the hint of a possible affair between the hero and the victim. The perpetrator who had broken into the woman’s house to rob and kill her, however, spent two weeks in a private hospital and then walked free. There had been a public outcry, people protested at the injustice done to the hero who had only tried to help a neighbor but he didn’t get his job back and his wife moved out of state.

 

People stood outside the house and waited for the law enforcers and paramedics to come. No one made an attempt to get into the house. No one wanted to be a hero.

Inside the house, Nigel McKenna was in a deep state of drug-induced madness. He saw aliens everywhere he looked and, as a result, he ran around breaking things, cussing and screaming that he would kill them. He saw their twisted silver faces in the mirrors on the walls, so he broke the mirrors. He saw their shiny eyes staring at him from the TV screen, so he smashed the TV. He had to destroy them before they destroyed him. They had taken Dorothy and he would not let them take him.

 

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Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

 

He farted. All the pungent gases that had accumulated deep within his bowels were released in one loud bellow. He waited for a brief moment and then did what he loved to do: he inhaled the aroma. He savored the carbonated garlic and refried beans and let his senses wander merrily among the toxic levels of hydrogen sulfide. Even though he knew she hated him farting in bed, he didn’t care. It made him feel exhilarated and alive; like a ‘man’s’ man. He rubbed his large, blotchy red belly then patted it in appreciation for a job well done. He smiled to himself at the thought of her lying next to him and covering her nose or, better still, holding her breath until the rich aroma dissipated. ‘This is indeed a man’s world’, he thought to himself as he held back the laughter that bubbled deep within him. He waited for her complaints and moaning but none came. She didn’t even move. All the years he had treated her mean to keep her keen had paid off with interest. She was now like a little mouse – so anxious for a morsel of cheese that she would do anything. He slept around just like his daddy had done and came home reeking of the evidence and she had given in and stopped fighting and complaining. He took her money and spent it on whatever and whomever he chose and she kept quiet. He had trained her well. He sighed contently. Today she was going to get a loan for him in her name because his credit was bad. He told her that he needed the loan to start a business with a friend in San Diego but in actual fact he was planning to take nineteen year old Tatiana, a girl he had just met, to Disneyland in Anaheim. She had not long arrived from Czechoslovakia and had not yet been to Disneyland. She had said on the night he had met her at the ‘Singles’ bar he often visited that ever since she was little she had dreamed of going to Disneyland and seeing the real Mickey Mouse. So far nothing had happened between them but he figured that if he obliged her and fulfilled her dream, she would have to oblige him and fulfill one of his dreams. He had no qualms about using his wife’s hard earned cash or the money she often borrowed for him and had to pay back in monthly installments, to pay for his extra-marital affairs. As far as he was concerned he and Dorothy had taken wedding vows and the words ‘For richer or poorer’ were read on the day – he literally took the vows, well, those four words, seriously. His wife was currently richer than him (because she worked two jobs whilst he only did one part-time job) and on account of him being poorer she had to take care of him and everything this encompassed. He closed his eyes and thought about Tatiana’s young, firm and nubile body. His breathing became shallow as images of her talking dirty to him in her vibrant Czechoslovakian accented voice and pressing herself seductively against him filled his mind and made his senses twirl. ‘First things first’ he thought to himself as he pushed the images out of his mind and concentrated on what lay ahead. He needed to get his wife up, dressed and off to the bank to get the loan or he could kiss Tatiana goodbye. He braced himself, the smell of the fart had faded, she had no evidence to hold on to and he would do what he always did – deny everything she accused him of.

Why do you have to break wind in bed, Nigel?

“I did no such thing, woman. You’re dreaming. It must have been you that farted while you were asleep.” He would say. It often made him laugh, the way she referred to farting as breaking wind – like it was a gust of fresh air.

You’re snoring again, Nigel.

“Woman, I do not snore, it must be you snoring in your dream. As a matter of fact, you woke me up with your damn snoring just the other day. You know you snore like a farm animal, I’ve told you so many times. Next time I’m gonna use my tape recorder to record your snoring ass.”

Treat her mean to keep her keen was his motto, his way of life. It had paid off over the years and he had no intention of changing. He inhaled deeply, turned over and faced his wife. Slowly he opened his eyes. He knew that he would see her lying next to him with her thick, polyester, flower-printed, old-fashioned nightdress on (which he had purchased from a dollar store as a birthday gift), her headscarf adorned like a hill-billy farmer’s wife and a frown apparent; she was as predictable as the rising sun. He needed her money so he had to be nice today; he smiled and opened his eyes fully. The shock hit him hard as he stared at the sight in front of him, his heart fluttered and his tongue struggled to formulate words. He could barely breathe as he started to shake uncontrollably. “Aliens! . . . Aliens!” He whispered before his mind went blank, darkness descended and he passed out.

***

Julius followed Nurse McKenna down a poorly lit corridor. His hand rested on the butt of his gun, which was tucked into the back of his pants. He had still not made up his mind as to whether or not he could trust her. She had now stopped muttering to herself and walked briskly as one did when they had a sure destination. For some reason he couldn’t imagine that she was on his grandfather’s payroll, but he had seen so many things in his life that nothing surprised him now – nothing shocked him anymore. With each step he took he became more and more anxious at the thought of his wife, Cara, and their baby being held somewhere and used as a bargaining tool. He was sure that no one in his Mafia family knew they were married let alone how important Cara was to his very existence. He knew his grandfather wouldn’t harm Cara or the baby, but he had given up on trying to predict Johnatus and the things he did or the reasons behind the things he did.

“They are in here,” Nurse McKenna said as she stopped in front of a large door. She pressed some numbers on a keypad by the side of the door. “This is our old Intensive Care Unit. It became redundant when the new one was built a couple of years ago. Since then we have put private patients in here or patients who we think need an extra bit of attention. Right now, except for your wife and son, it is empty.”

“Why did you move them here?”

“When I came in this morning your wife said that she felt like she had the flu, really hot and then cold. I could have taken her to another ward but they don’t take babies there and she didn’t want to be separated from your son. I figured that right here would be the best place, plus it’s quiet, warm and safe. I hope you don’t mind? Something kept telling me it was the right thing to do. Anyway, I got her started on some antibiotics and I’ve been monitoring her temperature. She is fine now. Did I tell you that your wife is a lovely lady? She is beautiful and kind and she was so concerned that you would go to room 14, not find her there and panic. She made me promise that I would let you know where they were as soon as you came in. She said you might not believe me but I was to get you alone and call you Maxwell, then you would know that I was telling you the truth because she is the only one you allow to call you Maxwell.” She frowned as if the thought suddenly hit her, “I guess I probably should have mentioned that part earlier, shouldn’t I? Then you wouldn’t have been walking behind me with your hand behind you like you have a gun tucked away back there.”

Shocked at her perception, Julius removed his hand from the butt of his gun. “Is she okay?”

“She is fine, they both are,” she told him as she pushed the door open.

He followed Nurse McKenna through the door and into a spacious, colorful corridor. There were several doors situated along one side of the corridor. Nurse McKenna stopped in front of a door mid-way along the corridor and gently pushed it open. She looked inside and smiled. She held a finger against her lips as she turned and beckoned Julius. He walked quickly towards her and looked inside the room. His heart fluttered at the sight of his wife and son, both wrapped up warm, both asleep, on the hospital bed. Tears stung his eyes and his throat constricted.

“Thank you,” he said as he discreetly brushed a tear away and walked into the room.

“You are welcome. I’ll go and put these flowers in water and bring them in later,” she said as she closed the door.

 

Jealousy can wear many hats and display itself in many forms. Anger, hate, fear and resentment are a few of the common ones. As Johnatus walked along the corridor of the Maternity ward of St. Matthew’s Hospital with a big bunch of flowers and some balloons, he felt anger and fear deep within him. He had told himself over the years that he was not jealous of his older brother. He was not jealous of the affection his grandfather openly displayed towards Julius. He could live with being second best as long as he was in the running, as long as there was a chance that he might one day do something to earn his grandfather’s love and respect. He knew that getting rid of Julius was not an option. The thought had crossed his mind many times but he never acted on it. Why? Because Julius wasn’t the problem – Julius had no interest in his grandfather or his grandfather’s business. And, Julius was the only reason his grandfather tolerated him. He had figured out years ago that getting rid of Julius would ultimately mean getting rid of himself. He stopped outside room 14 and pushed the door open. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the darkness the room held. He noted that the room was empty and the bed devoid of covers. There wasn’t a crib in the room either. He stepped back and rechecked the number on the door. He had had his men search every single hospital in Los Angeles for the last 24 hours in order to find this mystery woman that was going to have his brother’s baby, then, thirty minutes ago, someone who knew someone he knew had said that they had seen something strange in this hospital. They had heard a baby crying in room 14 but when they had checked on the computer system to see who the mother was the room was logged on the system as being empty. Johnatus quietly walked over to the nurses’ station. He stood for a few moments and studied the nurse as she typed something onto the computer. He cleared his throat and she immediately looked up.

“I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t see you there,” she told him.

“The lady in room 14, where is she?” Johnatus asked her.

She looked at the naturally tanned, handsome face of the man in front of her, his dark curly hair and his slim athletic frame. Her gaze wandered back to his dark, cold eyes. “Room 14, let me check the computer,” she told him and pressed a few buttons. “I just came on duty a couple of hours ago and when I got here there wasn’t anyone in that room. I think the heating on that side of the building isn’t working properly so they had to move some of the patients.” She stopped typing and read the information on the screen. “It says here that several mothers and their babies were transferred to St. Andrew’s Maternity. The note here also says that all their families were contacted,” she added.

“Are you sure that the woman and baby in room 14 got moved to St. Andrew’s?”

“They must have been because they’re not in there now are they? Who exactly are you looking for Sir?”

“Ummm . . . the girlfriend of my . . . of a friend . . . of a relative.”

“Well which is it? The girlfriend of your friend or the girlfriend of your relative?”

“Excuse me?” Irritation set in, “who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”

“You’re the only other person that I see here,” the nurse replied as she mockingly looked around. She had no idea who Johnatus was or who his grandfather was.

“Was there a lady in room 14 and is she still in the hospital?”

“No and no, so I suggest that you try St. Andrew’s, I can get you their address,” she turned and pretended to look for the address among the papers and medication cards on her table.

“I know where St. Andrew’s is,” he turned and quickly walked away.

“Sir, you forgot your flowers and balloons, excuse me, Sir,” she called out after him.

“Toss them in the trash,” he said over his shoulder.

 

The nurse waited for a several minutes then picked up the receiver and dialed a number. “A man came in asking for the lady in room 14 and I did exactly what you told me to do. He left a few minutes ago,” she whispered.

“Thank you,” Nurse McKenna told her, “and remember Susie, if anyone asks, you don’t know anything.”

“Don’t worry, Sister McKenna, I really don’t know anything.”

 

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Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 2

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Chapter 2  

 

Julius Maxwell Kempton (formally Kempalos) sat at the back of the room and watched the ongoing initiation ceremony behind his dark sunglasses. He didn’t want to be here but in order to live a large portion of his life the way he wanted, ‘in private’, his grandfather, Don Kempalos, had insisted that Julius maintain a certain level of visibility within the organization. His grandfather controlled a number of shipping ports, families and companies in America and Sicily. He was a ‘man of honor’, a descendant of ‘men of honor’ and he was adamant that his grandson would succeed him, despite his grandson’s objections. From where he sat, Julius could see various family heads seated around his grandfather. These elegantly dressed men seemed to conceal Don Kempalos with their bodies. An outsider looking in would never have guessed that the slight, quietly dressed man was in fact the boss of bosses. Julius knew that these men would give their lives for his grandfather without a second thought. Loyalty and respect were things that kept the organization strong. The secret vow of silence, Omertà, which all the members had to take, kept the organization hidden.

 

Julius watched as the four new members were questioned one by one. He knew that their commitment to the organization had already been checked and tested out before this ceremony and this questioning, though just a formality, was also an open declaration to all the other men in the room that they would not betray the organization also known as the Mafia or Cosa Nostra. To betray it would mean death.

Salvador ‘bulldog’ Bertolino, a family head from Nevada, stood up and walked to the center of the room. He had an ornamental knife in his right hand, which he held up so that everyone in the room could see. The four men stood up and walked towards him, they stood respectfully in a line in front of him, each with their right hand held up, and their eyes cast on the ground. Salvador studied the men, pride shone in his eyes as he turned to the spectators. “Gentlemen, it is 3 o’clock in the morning and we have forsaken our beds, our wives and our businesses because of the importance of this ceremony. So I call upon everyone in this room to witness this today,” Salvador paused for effect as he looked around the room at the men who sat watching him. Some he eyeballed; others he glanced at. “These men have chosen to become one of us, ‘men of honor’, men who will uphold a custom and a duty as our forefathers upheld. We all know the story of Don Kempalos’ grandfather and his father who returned to Sicily from Spain with much wealth. Don Kempalos’ father was a governor in Sicily, a true ‘man of honor’, who helped the people and protected them from the corruption that surrounded them and polluted their land. Today we are here in America as citizens, offering protection to our people here just like our forefathers offered to their people. Not only do we offer protection, we now control a number of politicians, judges and police officers; we control the drugs and the guns, we give loans to people who the banks ignore; we are the peoples’ people!” A number of men cheered in agreement. “We are strong and we have survived for many years because of our blood borne connections. Today these four men will become a part of us, connected by blood.” He cut a line on the palm of each man’s right hand with the knife and told each man to hold his hand above his head so that the blood would flow freely from the cut. One of Don Kempalos’ men pulled a life-size statue of a saint to the middle of the room. The statue was smeared with the dried blood of hundreds of men. The four men were instructed to place their bleeding hand on the saint and repeat an oath after Salvador. As they repeated the words Julius felt as though he was transported back in time to when he was sixteen and his brother, Johnatus, was only thirteen . . .

Their grandfather was the one who cut the palm of their right hands that night. The ceremony was witnessed by a few trusted men. As he placed his hand on the statue of the saint and repeated the words his grandfather spoke, Julius knew in his heart that he would never be committed to the organization. He only did it to protect his father and mother from his grandfather.

 

Don Kempalos was a man who got what he wanted and he had told Julius that if he didn’t take part in the initiation ceremony and declare his loyalty to the organization, his parents would pay the price. Julius knew that his grandfather was a ruthless man and would carry out the threat. For years now, he suspected that to his grandfather, love was not a feeling – in fact it was a word devoid of any feeling. He knew that his grandfather loved his son, Julius’ father, Antonio, very much and that was a fact, but he also knew that he would use Antonio to get what he wanted from his grandson and this fact did not interfere with his feelings.

The truth of the matter was that Don Kempalos did not have much use for Antonio, who suffered from several mental ailments after his return from the Second World War. Back then, in Sicily, they didn’t really have a name for what Antonio suffered from and men like him were hidden behind family wealth or a family name. If they didn’t have either of these, they were simply forgotten, rejected and labelled as ‘lunatics’ or ‘mad men’.

 

When Julius was younger his grandfather would systematically threaten him – he would take him out onto the streets of California and show him men who had fought in the Second World War, like Antonio, and who also had mental problems. He made a great show of telling him how these men who society had forgotten now resided in cardboard boxes with supermarket carts containing their worldly possessions, parked on the curb of their residence. He told Julius that Antonio would join these men if Julius didn’t obey him. Then he would take Julius to Mama Luigi’s for ice cream.

 

You see Don Kempalos needed a strong-minded person to succeed him and the only person in his sights was loyal, strong-willed Julius. From an early age, Don Kempalos had discovered just how loyal and quick minded his grandson was. When Julius was very young and they all still lived in Sicily, one of Antonio’s ailments was chronic mental fatigue, which exhibited itself in forgetfulness, fear of loud noises and the sudden onset of severe panic attacks. At one point, Antonio didn’t remember what year it was and often thought that he was still fighting on the battlefield. During his many ‘flashbacks’ he was often prone to violence and the only thing that would calm him down was a window. For some strange reason, no matter how violent he got, once he was placed next to a window he would calm down. He especially loved the large bay windows on the first floor of their Sicilian home that afforded a view of the succulent Sicilian valley, spread below it like a carpet, and would sit by them for hours on end just staring out, as if caught up in a trance. Don Kempalos could not tolerate this from his only child and commissioned a doctor to treat him. As part of Antonio’s treatment by this somewhat questionable psychiatrist he was put on a ‘new’ mind-regression therapy. This meant that he had to mentally go back in time and face his demons on and off the battlefield. This also meant that outside of his sessions with the psychiatrist he had to believe that he was still living in the 1940s.

 

Young, loyal, strong-willed Julius, took it upon himself to read articles from old newspapers to maintain the charade although he could barely read. Julius persuaded his mother, Maria, to help and managed to convince her that it would make Antonio better faster. What he didn’t tell his mother was that his grandfather had told him that, if he didn’t lie to his father, he would put his father in a room with no windows and his father would have an episode of violent madness and die in this room. After his father had died, his grandfather had said he would throw his widowed mother out onto the streets, somewhere where her own family would never find her and she would die. So from a very young age, Julius had lived a lie to keep his father alive and his mother safe – a thing that over twenty years later, he was still doing.

 

. . . Men cheered and clapped as they welcomed the newest members into their fold. Their voices brought Julius back to the present. The ceremony was over and the four men were now ‘made men’. They were now officially members of the organization. Two large doors were opened into the adjourning room, revealing tables laden with food and drinks. All the men moved towards the adjoining room. Julius greeted a number of men as he walked past them. He felt someone grab his arm and turned.

“Julius, you look good, son,” Salvador Bertolino said as he embraced Julius.

“Thank you, you look good too. Have you lost some weight? You look like you have.”

“You noticed, huh? You’re the only one who noticed. I started going to this new place that opened in Nevada, ‘Gym-Fit’ they call it. I call it ‘hell in a hole’. I even got myself someone to show me how to use the fancy equipment and work out with me. Can you believe that the dumb schmuck wanted me to pay him for his services each time? He looked at me like I was some dinosaur and said that this was the 1980s and people were paying personal fitness trainers all over the country. Well you know me, I couldn’t resist, I showed him my Smith & Wesson and said to him, ‘how’s about I pay you by letting you keep your life, schmuck’.”

“I bet he’s paying you now, Uncle Sal,” Julius laughed.

“With the money those people make per session! You bet he is, Julius, you bet he is,” Salvador roared and laughed with Julius as they walked into the room.

“Salute! Salute!” Men said all around the room as they raised their glasses.

 

After about thirty minutes of talking and being visible, Julius walked over to his grandfather and told him privately that he was going to leave.

“I need a word with you before you go,” Don Kempalos told him and walked to a quiet corner of the room. Julius followed him. “What is this I hear about you having a pregnant girlfriend who will soon give birth? Why have I not been informed about this before now and by you?”

Julius froze, his heart pounded, “I, umm . . . I-”

“You are going to have a child and you didn’t tell me?”

“Who told you?”

“Does it matter who told me?”

“Yes, it matters.”

“Your brother told me. He thinks that he can score points with me by telling me other people’s secrets. Usually I patronize him: I listen, I comment then forget Johnatus and his stories. But this one, this one, Julius, is one that I needed to find out the truth about for myself. I told him to send some guys to the hospital to see if it’s true. He said he didn’t know which hospital it was.”

“What?”

“This child will be my great grandchild, my future and your heir. So tell me, is it true?”

“My private life is off limits, remember. I have done everything you have asked me to do over the years because of my parents. If and when I have children I will not let you have any contact with them, Don Kempalos.”

“Why do you insist on calling me ‘Don Kempalos’ or refer to me as ‘The Old Man’? Why do you never call me grandfather like your brother? What’s the matter with you, Julius?” He reached out and touched his grandson’s arm then quickly withdrew his hand when he felt the familiar flinch and saw his grandson take a step back from him.

“What’s the matter with me? You’re asking me, what’s the matter with me?”

“It’s a simple question, what’s the matter with you? I have given you everything, Julius-”

“No, you have taken everything! You want to know why I don’t call you grandfather to your face? You stopped being my grandfather when you threatened the life of my father, when you told me that you would harm my mother. If and when I have children, they will not be a part of your life, Don Kempalos, because they were never a part of the deal,” Julius told him then turned and walked away.

One of Don Kempalos’ bodyguards sensed something was wrong and walked towards Julius as if to stop him, but Don Kempalos quickly raised a hand and his bodyguard hung back. As Don Kempalos watched Julius leave the room, he hated the stab of pain he felt at his grandson’s rejection. Love was a word to him that was devoid of any feelings, except for the feelings he had for Julius.

 

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Life, Love and Liberty – A Life without Love is a Life without Liberty!

What Gives A Man

What Gives A Man? Surely, A Man Who Gives A Damn!

 

What gives a man the right to destroy what others have built?

What gives a man the right to live in sin and have no guilt? . . . . . . . HATE

 

What gives a man the knowledge that he can have it all?

What gives a man the knowledge that ‘United’ men stand tall?

What gives a man the wisdom to seek a better way?

What gives a man the courage to live in honesty  each day? . . . . . . . LOVE

 

Created in Love man was never meant to live in hate.

So, what gives a man, surely a man who gives a damn! 

 

Taken from ‘Truths, Lies And Untold Secrets’

 

A Life without Love is a Life without Liberty!

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