I swung the strap of the rifle across my chest so the rifle was hanging down my back with the barrel downwards. I got up and ran to where the ladder was located. I kept count in my head and I was twenty seconds in. I descended the ladder quickly and ran across 54th Avenue and stood with my back against the warehouse building. I took one of the Jericho’s from the shoulder holster and felt human again.They could come from either side or both sides, there were two of them. That’s what I would do. I’d move in from either side. ‘Left or right, come on, Jericho.’ The left side had more cover. I looked around the corner of the building once more and ran past the construction debris that littered the ground to the next warehouse.I looked around the left corner and the shot clattered against the wall above my head. They were using silencers, a bit louder than mine. I knelt on the ground with one knee and looked around the corner again as Dillinger peeked around the corner and my shot hit him
Tuesday. I woke up at 6 p.m. and I couldn’t believe that I’d slept that long. The migraine was gone and I showered, dressed, drank coffee and checked my phone. Jennifer had sent me details on Ashley Grant.She was five foot two, tiny with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her location showed her in a residential area in Williams Park. I studied the area and drove out to her location. It was forty-six miles to what I assumed was her house and I slowed the bike as I drove past it. I turned right on North Ada Street and parked the bike in an empty yard between some trees. It was almost 9 p.m.I was about a hundred and twenty yards away from her house and I walked quietly through the cluster of trees that bordered the back of the house. At the fence at the rear of her house, was a small shed-like structure. I mounted it and lay flat on the roof. It was level with her back door.I watched the house for a few minutes and saw movement behind the curtains. She wasn’t married and she had no children.
I briefly closed my eyes. I knew she was watching Robert’s funeral as well. Jennifer had loved him, just like I had. I forced the memories away, focusing on the present and the situation I now found myself in. “Hang on.”I plugged the earphones into the phone and put the earpiece in my ear. I put the phone back inside my jacket and kept it open. I was going to need access to my guns.“Where am I going, Bluebird?” I turned away from the sight of Robert’s coffin being lowered into the ground. I didn’t want to see it anymore. It was the final goodbye, Robert’s final resting place and it broke something inside me.“Goodman is on the other side of that lake and Black is on your left, right in those clusters of trees,” she said.I turned to the right and made my way through the graves and back toward the entrance. I would circle him from behind. “Thanks Jen.” I disconnected the call because she wouldn’t want me to hear her cry.I saw him standing between two trees with a pair of binocular
I woke up to the beeping of a heart monitor. There was a blood pressure band around my left arm and bright sunlight filtered into the room, making me squint. I turned my head and looked around the room. It was comfortably large and I lay in a king size bed, hooked up to machines with an IV in my arm.There was a clean bandage on my lower arm where I had stitched up the knife wound and a larger bandage near my side where I’d been shot. It still hurt, but the pain was manageable. The door of the bedroom opened and a young black woman walked in, followed closely by Bo. He looked relieved to see me awake.“Finally, man. I almost died worrying ‘bout you,” Bo said and sat down in a chair next to the bed.“Where am I?” The last thing I remembered was being in the elevator and feeling myself lose consciousness.“This is my home away from home,” Bo said and smiled at the woman. “And this is Gloria, my little sister, and the family doctor.”Gloria checked my vitals and had me follow her finger
“I’m not armed,” she said from behind the wall. I wasn’t aiming the gun in her direction but kept it in my hand on my lap.“Neither am I,” I said. She looked around the corner of the wall and something in her eyes changed. “Let’s talk.”She moved to the closest couch and sat down. “How did you figure it out?” The despondency in her voice might have made me feel something if she hadn’t tried to kill me.“It wasn’t that hard, but I knew for sure the moment Dillinger and Mendez came for me,” I said.She lowered her head. “They’re dead.” Her voice was softer now, almost like she was talking to herself.“You always were the sly one,” I said to her. “The fox in the chicken coop.”“It is what it is,” she said and looked up.“Why though?” I asked her. “We’re supposed to be a team.”“The fucking rejection, Jericho! Everyone else always being in your shadow, pick one!”“What rejection? You were always part of the team!” I said angrily.“I was good enough to sleep with after Nataly, and then the
I made my way back toward my bike and entered the building. I went up to the penthouse and picked the lock. I opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit foyer. I walked to the living room and opened the drinks cabinet. I had been here so many times that I could almost call it my second home.When I had met Robert in college, I thought he was a spoiled rich brat but I soon realized he had depth to him. He disliked his father immensely and he brought me home with him on our first break. I’d had a falling out with Peter, who didn’t approve of me taking time off to get a degree. I wanted to experience normalcy and it took him only four months to draw me back in again and do part-time assignments.I could relate to what Robert felt for his own father, who dismissed any ideas he had as idiotic and wanted him to fall in line and do as he was told. Sure, we didn’t always do the right thing and a few times we screwed up, not that they ever knew about it. The worst thing we did together was
I sat down on the couch, the flashback of all these memories haunting me. Memories of when life was less complicated and Jennifer still lived in Chicago and Robert had still been alive. The living room light went on and John Gold stepped inside the room.“Blake?” he asked questioningly as he walked toward me.“Hi, John, we need to have a conversation,” I said.“It’s the middle of the night, Blake,” he said and I took the Jericho from the holster. “What the—”“Sit.” I pointed to the couch with the gun and he sat down reluctantly, watching me with his beady eyes.“Have you lost your mind? What’s this all about?” he asked me, raising his voice slightly.“I’m glad you at least had the decency to bury Lydia with Robert,” I said and he looked away.“It wasn’t my first choice,” he said and I nodded. I knew that to be true.“You broke something inside,” I said and he stared at me, clearly confused.“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.“When you killed Robert, it broke somethin
I started the bike and took my time driving to HQ. Even though it was past midnight, I knew Lynda would be there. She was always there. She would know the moment I swiped my card at the gate and drove into the basement.I went up in the elevator and Lynda stood there in the hallway when the doors opened. She looked relieved, angry and concerned all at the same time. She nodded and started walking toward her office. I stepped off the elevator, thirty pairs of eyes following my movements.“Jericho!” Jack called as he came running down the corridor. He grabbed me in a bear hug and I felt his body relax as he hugged me.“It’s good to see you too,” I said.He let go of me and punched me. His fist connected with my cheekbone and it stung like hell. “Don’t ever do that to me again!” He hugged me again and I wrapped my arms around him.“I have to go face the music,” I said and turned away to Lynda’s office.I walked inside her office and closed the door behind me and was immediately engulfed
I started the bike and took my time driving to HQ. Even though it was past midnight, I knew Lynda would be there. She was always there. She would know the moment I swiped my card at the gate and drove into the basement.I went up in the elevator and Lynda stood there in the hallway when the doors opened. She looked relieved, angry and concerned all at the same time. She nodded and started walking toward her office. I stepped off the elevator, thirty pairs of eyes following my movements.“Jericho!” Jack called as he came running down the corridor. He grabbed me in a bear hug and I felt his body relax as he hugged me.“It’s good to see you too,” I said.He let go of me and punched me. His fist connected with my cheekbone and it stung like hell. “Don’t ever do that to me again!” He hugged me again and I wrapped my arms around him.“I have to go face the music,” I said and turned away to Lynda’s office.I walked inside her office and closed the door behind me and was immediately engulfed
I sat down on the couch, the flashback of all these memories haunting me. Memories of when life was less complicated and Jennifer still lived in Chicago and Robert had still been alive. The living room light went on and John Gold stepped inside the room.“Blake?” he asked questioningly as he walked toward me.“Hi, John, we need to have a conversation,” I said.“It’s the middle of the night, Blake,” he said and I took the Jericho from the holster. “What the—”“Sit.” I pointed to the couch with the gun and he sat down reluctantly, watching me with his beady eyes.“Have you lost your mind? What’s this all about?” he asked me, raising his voice slightly.“I’m glad you at least had the decency to bury Lydia with Robert,” I said and he looked away.“It wasn’t my first choice,” he said and I nodded. I knew that to be true.“You broke something inside,” I said and he stared at me, clearly confused.“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.“When you killed Robert, it broke somethin
I made my way back toward my bike and entered the building. I went up to the penthouse and picked the lock. I opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit foyer. I walked to the living room and opened the drinks cabinet. I had been here so many times that I could almost call it my second home.When I had met Robert in college, I thought he was a spoiled rich brat but I soon realized he had depth to him. He disliked his father immensely and he brought me home with him on our first break. I’d had a falling out with Peter, who didn’t approve of me taking time off to get a degree. I wanted to experience normalcy and it took him only four months to draw me back in again and do part-time assignments.I could relate to what Robert felt for his own father, who dismissed any ideas he had as idiotic and wanted him to fall in line and do as he was told. Sure, we didn’t always do the right thing and a few times we screwed up, not that they ever knew about it. The worst thing we did together was
“I’m not armed,” she said from behind the wall. I wasn’t aiming the gun in her direction but kept it in my hand on my lap.“Neither am I,” I said. She looked around the corner of the wall and something in her eyes changed. “Let’s talk.”She moved to the closest couch and sat down. “How did you figure it out?” The despondency in her voice might have made me feel something if she hadn’t tried to kill me.“It wasn’t that hard, but I knew for sure the moment Dillinger and Mendez came for me,” I said.She lowered her head. “They’re dead.” Her voice was softer now, almost like she was talking to herself.“You always were the sly one,” I said to her. “The fox in the chicken coop.”“It is what it is,” she said and looked up.“Why though?” I asked her. “We’re supposed to be a team.”“The fucking rejection, Jericho! Everyone else always being in your shadow, pick one!”“What rejection? You were always part of the team!” I said angrily.“I was good enough to sleep with after Nataly, and then the
I woke up to the beeping of a heart monitor. There was a blood pressure band around my left arm and bright sunlight filtered into the room, making me squint. I turned my head and looked around the room. It was comfortably large and I lay in a king size bed, hooked up to machines with an IV in my arm.There was a clean bandage on my lower arm where I had stitched up the knife wound and a larger bandage near my side where I’d been shot. It still hurt, but the pain was manageable. The door of the bedroom opened and a young black woman walked in, followed closely by Bo. He looked relieved to see me awake.“Finally, man. I almost died worrying ‘bout you,” Bo said and sat down in a chair next to the bed.“Where am I?” The last thing I remembered was being in the elevator and feeling myself lose consciousness.“This is my home away from home,” Bo said and smiled at the woman. “And this is Gloria, my little sister, and the family doctor.”Gloria checked my vitals and had me follow her finger
I briefly closed my eyes. I knew she was watching Robert’s funeral as well. Jennifer had loved him, just like I had. I forced the memories away, focusing on the present and the situation I now found myself in. “Hang on.”I plugged the earphones into the phone and put the earpiece in my ear. I put the phone back inside my jacket and kept it open. I was going to need access to my guns.“Where am I going, Bluebird?” I turned away from the sight of Robert’s coffin being lowered into the ground. I didn’t want to see it anymore. It was the final goodbye, Robert’s final resting place and it broke something inside me.“Goodman is on the other side of that lake and Black is on your left, right in those clusters of trees,” she said.I turned to the right and made my way through the graves and back toward the entrance. I would circle him from behind. “Thanks Jen.” I disconnected the call because she wouldn’t want me to hear her cry.I saw him standing between two trees with a pair of binocular
Tuesday. I woke up at 6 p.m. and I couldn’t believe that I’d slept that long. The migraine was gone and I showered, dressed, drank coffee and checked my phone. Jennifer had sent me details on Ashley Grant.She was five foot two, tiny with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her location showed her in a residential area in Williams Park. I studied the area and drove out to her location. It was forty-six miles to what I assumed was her house and I slowed the bike as I drove past it. I turned right on North Ada Street and parked the bike in an empty yard between some trees. It was almost 9 p.m.I was about a hundred and twenty yards away from her house and I walked quietly through the cluster of trees that bordered the back of the house. At the fence at the rear of her house, was a small shed-like structure. I mounted it and lay flat on the roof. It was level with her back door.I watched the house for a few minutes and saw movement behind the curtains. She wasn’t married and she had no children.
I swung the strap of the rifle across my chest so the rifle was hanging down my back with the barrel downwards. I got up and ran to where the ladder was located. I kept count in my head and I was twenty seconds in. I descended the ladder quickly and ran across 54th Avenue and stood with my back against the warehouse building. I took one of the Jericho’s from the shoulder holster and felt human again.They could come from either side or both sides, there were two of them. That’s what I would do. I’d move in from either side. ‘Left or right, come on, Jericho.’ The left side had more cover. I looked around the corner of the building once more and ran past the construction debris that littered the ground to the next warehouse.I looked around the left corner and the shot clattered against the wall above my head. They were using silencers, a bit louder than mine. I knelt on the ground with one knee and looked around the corner again as Dillinger peeked around the corner and my shot hit him
“What’s the problem that you need someone like Jericho?” I asked Bo.“There’s this new supplier trying to take over the market in Stony Island. He works from the back of a beauty store on East 95th Street,” he said to me and lowered his voice. “Problem is, he comes out to smoke maybe three times a day but he’s always surrounded by his people.”“Send me the details,” I said and Bo blinked a few times.“For real? How much?” he asked me.“See it as a birthday present,” I said. Bo opened his phone and sent me a picture. I looked at it for a few seconds and deleted it. Bo cocked his head to the side, frowned and shook his head.“I should get going,” I said and stood up. I placed some bills on the table as Bo followed me out.“You’re Jericho, aren’t you?” he asked.I climbed on my bike, my expression not changing once. “I’ll pick up my package after six tonight.”“So, can I call you Jericho now?” he asked and I laughed.“See you, Bo.”I started the bike and drove the three and a half miles