Minutes later, Suave left Pat’s house and drove off toward New Kingston with the reggae music blaring. He was now feeling better about his unfortunate circumstances. Alwayne Clark was his lawyer, and he’d gotten everything he wanted from Pat. However, he still had two big sharks and a barracuda to catch—King Kong, Queen Bee, and Detective Bird.
Suave pulled into the parking lot of the Pegasus Hotel. He glanced at his watch as he swiftly walked to the suite he had reserved.
After a quick shower and a change of clothes, he was ready for his guest. He poured himself a glass of wine while he waited. Moments later, someone knocked on the door. “Okay. Here we go,” Suave muttered as he placed his drink on the small, glass table in the sitting area and went to answer the door. “Detective Stone, thank you for coming.” Suave’s smile wasn’t returned. “Please, come inside.” He stepped aside so the police officer could enter.
“I’m still not sure why I’m here,” replied Detective Stone, entering the hotel suite. “However, you said you have information on a dirty cop, and that piqued my interest.”
Suave closed the door. “Please have a seat.” He pointed to the sitting area where two soft velvet couches faced each other.
Detective Stone sat on one of the couches.
“Can I get you a drink?” Suave asked.
“No, thanks. I’m still on duty.”
“Okay. I hope you don’t mind me finishing mine.” Suave took his seat across from the detective, reached for his drink, and took a sip. “I know you are stationed in Spanish Town, but I’m sure you heard I was charged with the murder of Danny Moore, King Kong’s business partner,” Suave began.
Detective Stone nodded. “I also heard about the killing of your friend as well. My condolences to you and his family.”
“Thank you. Cobra’s death was a huge blow to me. He was like a brother.”
“Mr. Brown, so that you know, your reputation is legendary on the streets.” Detective Stone observed Suave. “I’m on one side of the law, and you are on the other side. I work twenty-four seven to put away guys like you. So not for one minute should you think that anything you are about to tell me will immune you from the law.”
Suave’s dimples flashed. “Whatever you have heard of me, Detective, I’m sure you have never heard that I go around killing people.”
“That’s true. And that’s one of the reasons I’m here,” Detective Stone replied. “I’m a fourth-generation cop in my family, and my badge and oath mean everything to me. It pisses me off that some police officers get greedy and go over on the other side. So, who are we talking about, and what evidence do you have to back this up?”
Suave placed the half-empty glass on the coffee table. “Well,” he leaned toward the detective, “it’s a very long story.”
Chapter Forty-two
The next day, Suave drove to his different baby mommas’ houses, picked up his six children, and little Mr. Chin, and loaded them into his truck. Missing were Raven and Rayden, who Monica took to the Bahamas. Also absent was Joel, who Nadine had forbidden to go with his father.
Suave took the children to the Hope Zoo. They started by looking at the different exotic animals, which included the zebra, spider monkey, ring-tailed coati, and the collared peccary.
“Daddy, look at the husband and wife tigers!” Alissa exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement.
Suave laughed out loud. “Those are the African lion and lioness, sweetheart.”
“Lions don’t get married,” Janelle informed her sister.
“Yes, they do,” Alissa responded. “I saw it on TV.”
Suave watched in fascination as the children debated the marriage status of the lions. “Okay, who wants a hot dog?”
“Me!” They all shouted, the debate now forgotten.
After eating tons of junk food, they all played hide-and-seek. Suave did most of the seeking, dramatically looking behind trees, bushes, benches, and flowers, pretending he couldn’t find the kids even in plain sight. The children’s laughter was like a song to his ears.
Later that day, with everyone safely secured in the van, Suave began dropping off the children at their various homes. At each house, he left a wad of money with the mother for his children. By the time the van was empty, Suave was exhausted but happy for the enjoyable day he had with his children.
“Great job, today,” Suave said into his cell phone, looking through his rearview mirror at a black Toyota Corolla parked a few feet away with three men inside. Suave was parked outside Darlene’s house after dropping off their daughter, Janelle. “You guys take a break, and make sure your replacements are at their posts.”
“Yes, Boss,” responded the driver of the Corolla.
Ever since Joel’s kidnapping, Suave had a few of his soldiers watching each of his children around the clock. “I’m not going to let that gorilla get his hands on any more of my kids,” he had told Daddy Lizard, who had agreed wholeheartedly.
As he drove home, Suave thought hard about the call that he was going to make. This would help him take care of King Kong once and for all. This could give Suave his life back. This call could change everything.
Once home, Suave called Daddy Lizard, and they talked business for a while. “I’m going to make that link now,” Suave informed him. “Stop by later, and I’ll bring you up to date.”
“Cool. I’m going to make a few runs, then come by.”
Suave hung up the phone and took out a small piece of paper from his pants pocket. It was 7:06 p.m. “So, it’s actually 8:06 p.m. over there,” he muttered. “Perfect timing.” He started dialing the telephone number that was written on the paper.
“Qui parle?” asked the gruff Haitian drawl that answered the telephone. “Who speaks?”
“This is Suave in Jamaica. May I speak to Mr. Dapper?”
The line went silent, and Suave heard some mumblings in the background. Anxiously, he waited, hoping to speak to the man.
“Mr. Smooth Suave. To what do I owe
