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Authors: Jonas Saul

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“I asked you a question. Do
not
make me ask it again.”

 

With a hand on each knee, Darwin pushed himself up, breathing better with every inhale. He nodded. “What happens … if I win?”

 

“Here are the rules. Play me human checkers and I guarantee, if you win, you will get to be blindfolded and driven out of my home and delivered to a destination of your choice. Deal?”

 

“You … serious?” he asked, finally getting his breathing back to normal.

 

“Of course I am.” He looked over at the fidgeting cop. “Bob, tell him I’m serious. You know me after all the years I’ve employed you. Can you honestly say that when I guarantee something that I come through?”

 

“It’s true,” the cop said. “He comes through.”

 

“Good enough for you?” Gambino asked.

 

Darwin nodded.

 

“I need to hear it. Since we won’t have a written contract, a verbal will have to suffice. So say something.”

 

“I agree.”

 

“Realize only one thing. There will be consequences if you decide to stop playing. Are we clear?”

 

Darwin nodded again, breathing much easier, even though his stomach ached.

 

Gambino waited. Over thirty people, some standing with weapons, others standing on the large checkerboard, stood silent.

 

“Oh, shit … sorry. We’re clear.”

 

“Good.” Gambino turned to the people on the board. “Marcus, move the old man up one and to the right.”

 

Darwin watched from his elevated position as the old man with the cane was maneuvered into place.

 

“Your turn, Darwin.”

 

“Okay, the Asian man. I want him to move onto the right square against the side.”

 

What the hell am I doing? This is ludicrous.

 

He snuck a glance at Rosina. She didn’t look well.

 

A guard stepped in and moved the Asian man.

 

“Place the man with the cane to the right, in front of the Asian man on Darwin’s team.”

 

After that move was completed, Gambino looked at Darwin, expectation on his face. “Well? You know what to do.”

 

“What? I’m going to make another move.”

 

“In checkers, at least the version we play in my home, the rules state that when presented with a jump, you
have
to make the jump.”

 

Darwin looked back at the board. “Okay, jump the old man with my Asian player.”

 

Two guards stepped in, removed the old man with the cane to the side of the board where he stood by himself and got Darwin’s Asian player into place.

 

In that instant, half the old man’s head disappeared. His cane flipped in the air when his body got hit and, for what felt like a minute, the old man’s body stood, defying gravity while his legs shook. In an animated version of a mime falling down the side of an imaginary wall, the old man slumped and then dropped sideways, his head leaking out brains mixed with chucks of skull and blood.

 

“What the fuck!” Darwin shouted as he stood from his comfortable chair. All the responsibility fell on his shoulders. He had moved the Asian. He had made the jump. Therefore, by his actions, he had killed the old man.

 

Two of the remaining players moved off the board to throw up. Guards surrounded them instantly. Guns were raised and aimed at the remaining thirteen players who were all crying, their faces displaying their fear and panic, paralyzed by the weapons trained on them.

 

Darwin looked at Rosina. Her face was white as she stared at the people on the board. Darwin felt an overwhelming need to be with her. To hold her. To protect her. He’d let her down. She watched him participate in a game that had resulted in an innocent man getting killed.

 

Life was not a game and Gambino should not be that powerful.

 

Gambino sat, just a few feet away, smiling like someone had told him a good joke.

 

“Do it,” Gambino said. “Jump me. Attack me. Try to kill me. I know you want to. I know you hate me. Go ahead, see how far you get.”

 

Darwin wasn’t having any trouble breathing anymore. Torrents of air rushed through his nose as he contemplated death. He knew he wouldn’t live if he attacked Gambino in that moment, but what pleasure he would have with Gambino’s eyes crushed under his thumbs.

 

“Tell me,” Gambino continued. “Tell me who sent you to take out Fuccini and we’ll stop this nonsense.”

 

“No one did.”

 

Gambino turned to his men. “Set it up like it was. It’s my move and I’m already down a man.” He looked back at Darwin. “Sit down. Now.”

 

Darwin eased back into his chair, his gaze moving from Rosina to the checkerboard. The old man had stopped twitching and the blood from his open head wound had slowed.

 

“Take that young girl and move her up one and to the right.”

 

Guards stepped in and did so. One guard stayed with the girl as she had difficulty standing. Her knees shook so bad, Darwin wondered if she would faint.

 

“Your turn,” Gambino said.

 

“I’m not playing anymore.”

 

“Oh, yes you are.”

 

“No, I’m not. I will not actively partake in the murder of these people.”

 

Gambino lifted a finger to his mouth and started biting a nail with the indifference of a man at a coffee shop discussing baseball. In that moment, Darwin understood that he was dealing with a man who defined the word insane.

 

“I did explain there would be consequences at the outset.”

 

“What do you expect me to do?” Darwin asked, his anger coming through.
Why do I always get to meet people who have no respect for human life?

 

“I expect you to play my game, and now that you have refused, I have one consequence that will need to be dealt with first. Then, I’m sure you’ll be delighted to continue our little game of checkers.” He motioned toward Rosina and the men watching her. “Bring her over here.”

 

“No!” Darwin shouted, standing back up. “Don’t touch her.”

 

Several guards moved in on Darwin.

 

“Can’t you see the odds are stacked against you? Are you that stupid? There is nothing you can do now. You sealed your fate, Mr. Kostas. Just sit back down and enjoy the last game of checkers and the last show of your life because, for you Darwin, it is over.”

 

Chapter 6

Carson Dodge stopped in front of the motel office at the Sleep On Inn and jumped out of his car. He looked at his watch. He still had an hour before Greg’s plane landed. That gave him enough time to talk to the clerk, get what he needed, and then race to the airport. He’d probably have to use his siren and lights, but who really cared?

 

Darkness had settled on the area. The middle word in the motel’s sign had burnt out. All it said was ‘Sleep Inn’ with a long space in the middle.

 

Yeah, that’s gonna help business.

 

Two police cruisers were parked in front of the rooms at the end with the damaged doors. Through the window to the main office, Rudy talked to someone on a cell phone.

 

He’s always on that fucking phone. Who the hell could he be talking to?

 

Carson entered the office and spoke to Rudy as if he wasn’t on the phone. “What do we have here? Tell me what you got and do it fast because I haven’t got much time.”

 

“I’ll call you back,” Rudy said into the phone and then snapped it shut. “All we have is the clerk who checked them in. He said he recognized them from the news on the TV. Three motel room doors have been hit by shotgun blast, but that’s it. Nothing else.”

 

“No bodies?”

 

“None.”

 

“No other damage?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“Something’s not right. It’s not adding up. Think about it.” Carson watched Rudy for a prolonged moment. “Did you think about it?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Anything?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“Fucking idiot,” Carson said, shaking his head. “Where’s the clerk?”

 

“Over there.” Rudy pointed.

 

A bedraggled-looking junkie sat in the corner, bouncing his legs up and down, eyes darting left and right.

 

“Hey,” Carson shouted.

 

“Hey back,” the clerk said.

 

Carson started over to him. “Why do you look so nervous? Need a fix?”

 

“No, I don’t do that stuff.”

 

Carson stood over the clerk and leaned into the wall. “Are you saying you do not take drugs of any sort?”

 

“Sure, but only prescription drugs, man. I wouldn’t touch that other stuff.”

 

“Let’s say I believe you. Assuming you have no withdrawal symptoms, tell me why you look like a junkie waiting for the next fix? Because if that ain’t it, then you’re really nervous about something.”

 

“Look, mister, I don’t do drugs.”

 

“Then what are you so nervous about?”

 

“Other than the fact that someone just shot up my motel? You mean other than that? You know, random acts of gun violence? Maybe you see it all the time, but up here, this far from Jacksonville, we don’t get that.”

 

“You’d be surprised at how little gun violence we actually see. Ain’t that right, Rudy?”

 

“Yup, that’s right.”

 

The clerk adjusted himself, twiddled with his hands, and started bouncing his legs again.

 

“I’m going to ask you a few questions and I would like honest answers. I get those honest answers and I’m out of your hair. Deal?”

 

“Those other cops already asked me a bunch of questions. Go talk to them. They’ll tell you what you want to know. And move all the police cruisers off my parking lot. No wonder the motel is empty tonight. Nobody gonna rent a room at cop headquarters.”

 

“Number one, I’m not a cop. I’m Special Agent Carson Dodge with the FBI. Number two, the motel is empty because it’s a dirty motel, rife with cockroaches and termites, and three, you will answer my questions or you’ll piss me off and I’ll be forced to shoot you.”

 

The clerk stopped bouncing his leg and looked at Carson, a cold stare in his eyes. “You threatening me, cop?”

 

“Yes.” Carson leaned in close and whispered, “Five fellow FBI agents were slaughtered like fucking pigs in an abattoir this morning. The man who did it was here, in your motel, just hours ago. It is my life’s duty, no, my American duty, to locate this maniac and deal with him. If you have answers that I need, but refuse to give them to me, you’re no better than the fucking puke who killed my men. In fact, you’re colluding with him by helping him to hide. That tells me that you are on his side and anyone helping that asshole needs to die. Are we clear?”

 

The clerk nodded, his eyes wider, eyebrows raised.

 

Carson stepped back and cleared his throat. “Who came and took the man you gave the room to?”

 

“I don’t know—”

 

Carson slapped the clerk’s face in mid sentence. “I said,” he shouted, “don’t lie.”

 

Rudy came up behind him. “Hey, Carson, take it easy. The kid already told us everything.”

 

“No, he didn’t. Not everything. Go back and watch the door. If anyone comes to the door, tell them the clerk went to the hospital.”

 

Rudy hesitated.

 

Carson looked over his shoulder. “Do. It. Now,” he said through his teeth.

 

The clerk held his cheek which was already turning bright red.

 

“Let’s start again.” Carson lifted his hand high, closed it into a fist and paused. “Who came and took the man you gave the room to?”

 

The clerk looked at Carson’s face and then his fist. “It was a cop.”

 

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Carson said, lowering his fist to his side. “Do you have a name?”

 

“No, but I can tell you he looked pretty bad. I can smell drunks from a mile away. This guy smokes like a chimney and his nose looks pretty bad from all the alcohol. I should know. I have a lot of friends.”

 

Carson turned to Rudy. “Sounds like Bob Freska.” Rudy nodded. Carson looked back at the clerk. “What was his deal?”

 

“He gave me five hundred bucks. He said he wouldn’t kill anybody and that I wasn’t to worry. All I had to do was tell him the room number and then wait twenty minutes until after he left to call the police.”

 

“What else?”

 

The clerk lowered his hand from his face. Carson could see the length of his own fingers in red imprints on the guy’s cheek.

 

“He said he would make it look like I didn’t give him any information. That’s why he shot two other doors first to make it look like he was trying to find them.”

 

“Anything else?”

 

The clerk shook his head. “Nothing. I got the money, gave him the room number, heard the shots and waited until after his car pulled out before I started the twenty-minute countdown.”

 

Carson stepped away and walked up to Rudy. “Now do you see what I mean when I said think about it? It didn’t add up. If the gunman was just shooting randomly into motel rooms, he could’ve hit and wounded or killed Darwin. Or he could’ve killed innocents. But his intent was to take them alive. Otherwise we’d have two murders on our hands right now and not two missing persons. You would’ve found bodies when you got here and not empty rooms. Get it?”

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