Suddenly, a loud pounding came at the door. “Police! Open up!” Pat jumped up, shivering as if he were doused with a bucket of ice water. “Police! Open the door, or we’ll kick it in!”
Pat glanced around the living room. He had a gun in the bedroom, but did he really need it? The police hadn’t kicked their way in, so they obviously didn’t think he was a threat. Also, he didn’t have any drugs in the house. Thank God they were safe at Lizzy’s.
“Last chance! Open the door now!”
Pat sprinted to the door, unlocking the locks as he pulled it open, raising his hands in the air. “Don’t shoot,” he said in a low, squeaky voice.
“What the...?” Six DEA agents stared at Pat, flabbergasted, their mouths wide opened, and their eyes bugged out.
Pat was standing before them partially naked in the negligee. The agents were taken aback from the made-up face, to the exposed penis, down to the long, smooth shaven legs.
“What kind of drug man is this?” one agent muttered, looking away from Pat’s nakedness.
“What is this, dear Father?” Another agent lowered his gun, staring at Pat in shock.
“Hmmm... put... put your hands behind your back?” the taskforce leader asked instead of commanding.
Pat quickly spun around. Smooth, high butt cheeks came face-to-face with the agents. Placing his hands behind his back, he waited to be cuffed.
“Okay, people, we have a job to do.” Four agents rushed into the house. “We have a search warrant for this house,” the agent informed Pat. “We’re going to take you inside so you can put some clothes on.”
As Pat got dressed in the bedroom with two agents standing watch, the others were turning the house upside down, looking for drugs.
“I have something here in the freezer,” one agent shouted from the kitchen.
“Found some white lady here in the bathroom tank,” another yelled.
“What are they talking about?” Pat asked, now dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. “I don’t have anything illegal in my house.”
“Uh-huh. Turn around.”
As Pat was handcuffed and dragged out into the living room, he noticed the DEA agents with large packages of cocaine in their hands. “Wait a minute!” Pat yelled, “Those aren’t mine. You’re trying to frame me.”
“You have a right to remain silent. . . .”
Pat blocked out everyone in the room, the blood running to his head. He breathed heavily through his mouth, his mind trying to comprehend what was happening. How in heaven’s name did those drugs get in his house?
That was a question that Pat would have to try to answer in his jail cell. He was marched out of the house and carted off to jail.
Chapter Forty-eight
“Early this morning, the Drug Enforcement Agency seized the largest amount of cocaine ever in Jamaica’s history,” the pretty reporter remarked. “Two of the country’s biggest drug lords were arrested in two raids simultaneously. One is in jail, and the other is at the University Hospital recovering from a heart attack.”
Suave and Daddy Lizard watched as mug shots of King Kong and Queen Bee flashed across Suave’s television screen. The men were at his hideaway house.
“Also killed in the raid was Saddam Bloom. Police said he opened fire on them, and it was returned. Mr. Bloom died on the spot.” The reporter also noted that Lizzy, Pat, and the five sinful angels were all arrested and charged with possession and intent to distribute narcotics.
“Unbelievable.” Daddy Lizard gazed at the television in amazement. “How did the police pull that off? This is some... wait a minute.” He looked over at Suave.
Suave silently regarded Daddy Lizard. “It’s kill or be killed.”
“Not even a word to me, huh?”
“It was a risky move that could have blown up in my face or gone the other way,” Suave told him. “You had to stay isolated, just in case you had to pick up the pieces.”
Daddy Lizard nodded. “So, we’re still packing up shop? I mean, we have it all to ourselves now, Suave.”
“We’re sticking with the plan. Today, we’re going to meet with our accountant and go over some stuff. All right?”
“That’s cool,” Daddy Lizard said. “I wish Cobra was here with us.”
“Yeah, me too. That’s why I want us to do this. Let’s honor his memory by staying alive and keeping our families safe.”
* * *
Over the next three weeks, Suave and Daddy Lizard worked with their lawyers and accountant as they put some of their businesses up for sale, including the bar in Rema. Suave met with all his soldiers, giving each of them a generous sum of money before he terminated their services permanently. He was cleaning house and making positive changes.
“What? You get here before me?” Alwayne asked when he saw Suave waiting for him at the top of the church steps that Thursday night.
“You’re late.” Suave grinned. He had really been enjoying church.
“That’s because I was wrapping up a few things on your case.”
“My case? What’s going on?” Suave peered at him anxiously.
“Okay, I was going to tell you to come by the office tomorrow.” Alwayne glanced around and saw that only he and Suave were outside. “I have some news.”
Suave shifted nervously from one foot to the other. “What news?”
“The DA called me this afternoon. He’s dropping all charges against you.” Alwayne punched Suave playfully on the arm.
Suave’s mouth opened, but he was unable to speak.
“He said there wasn’t enough evidence to take this to court,” Alwayne said. “The blood analysis report came back, and only Danny’s blood was at the crime scene. I wonder why that detective thought yours was there too.”
Because they didn’t get a chance to get my blood to put there, Suave thought.
“The Lord really
