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Chapter Forty — Two: The CIA Agent

24 May

 

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Lonnie had been out to the safe house several times. Nothing. A window had been broken and a squirrel moved in. Other than that it was uninhabited, unvisited, and hardly worth going back too.

 
He was pretty sure he was suffering from depression. Since Cody’s murder he had been getting higher more often and stealing more cars, not just oftener but more desirable. The kind that brought in better money.

 

The guy who bought the cars from him was proud of him. Something Cody said was a bad sign. “Means you are doing it too often. You are playing with fire. Cops will start looking for patterns until one day you go to break into a car and they are waiting for you.” Until Cody’s death what Cody said was what Lonnie did. Now. It didn’t seem to matter.

 
Right now he was doing something else Cody had told him never to do. Cody said, “You heist a car you get in it, you get it where it is going, you get out of it. Never look back.”

 
Now he was doing what Cody told him only a fool on a suicide mission would do. He was stealing chick mobiles, cruising town in them, and picking up girls in them.”

 
He was driving slow checking out everybody. Looking for some promising action.

 
That was how he spotted the CIA agent.
He whipped into the parking lot. Got out of the car, and headed toward the street, trying to figure out what to do next.

 
Right now Lonnie wanted to be really really clear. To think perfectly. To be more brilliant than he had ever been before in his life. To be able to see and understand things normal people leading normal lives would miss.
Lucky for Lonnie. Even though Cody had told him never to mix his crimes, to never be loaded or have drugs anywhere near you when you boosted a car… Well, Cody didn’t know everything or he wouldn’t be dead, would he.

 

Lonnie reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe. He smiled. This was some of the best shit. It made the world a pane of glass you could look through.

 

With this he could think his way through anything.

 

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Chapter Thirty: The Contents

26 Jan
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Lonnie stared at the contents of the briefcase for the umptillionth time. It made no sense. It gave him no clue.

Well, it had back then. It enabled him to find the safe house. The one the CIA used to hide people and to communicate with each other secretly. Now that would never be used again. No one would be safe there now.

He managed to find it and it did enable him to get a look at some of the other CIA agents. It was surprising they looked just like everybody else in town. Okay, they didn’t look like they belonged in his part of town, but they looked just like everyone else who didn’t look like they belonged there.

A tape recorder. Some papers. A scribbled note on a torn off envelope.

It must be in code.

So what was the code?

Lonnie determined to keep at it until he found out exactly what it all meant.

 

 

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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Briefcase

17 Nov
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Lonnie was smart. He knew he was smart. He had always known he was smart. When he put his mind to it. Course he didn’t always put his mind to it. Most things weren’t worth putting your mind too.

His mother and father. They were wrong. Yeah. Way wrong. They said the drugs he had used had killed off all his brain cells and he would never be as smart as he used to be again. But they were so wrong. Even while he was on drugs he was smart and he had proved it.

Course he had to do something after he saw what had happened to Cody. Even his stuck up parents would probably wanted at least a joint if they’d seen what he had.

Too bad he couldn’t tell them how smart he was but then he would have to tell them all the rest and that would not be a good idea. No it would not.

After he found the body he headed over to Cody’s house as fast as he could and cleared out everything that was incriminating. Cody didn’t live in a real house. He lived in a garage that wasn’t even attached to the main house. If you knew how, and Lonnie did, you could go in and out through the alley without anyone seeing you.

The alley was unpaved and hadn’t been gravelled in years. It was passable if you had an older model car that wasn’t so close to the ground. Bushes grew untrimmed. They would scratch the sides of the car so you wouldn’t want to take a new one down it anyway. The bushes afforded plenty of hiding places, great to disappear into if the cops were looking for you.

A perfect place for someone who bought and sold drugs or worked for the CIA.

After he got the most obvious stuff out he started on stuff where a CIA agent might conceal something important as something innocent. Even if he thought it might not be incriminating but it might be he cleared it all out. All the electronics, cameras, computers, every DVD, CD, papers. He got everything out of the house as fast as he could.

Then he started taking stuff just because he could. After all Cody wouldn’t need it any more and Lonnie was his best friend.

Cody wouldn’t even care if all he did was trade the stuff off for drugs. Hey, they were friends, right? Cody would want him to get high, wouldn’t he?

It was starting to get dark and he was going back for another load. When he saw movement.

Lonnie discounted the police. They would go in the front way. Might be somebody about a drug deal though and Lonnie did not want anyone to see him here. He ducked behind a bush and waited.

It wasn’t a druggie and it wasn’t the police. It was Mr. Penn. He was looking for a back way into Cody’s garage. Eventually he found it.

As soon as he did Lonnie slipped past the way he had come and looked for a car that did not belong. It didn’t take him long to find it. It was the same car he had followed when he tailed Cody and the CIA agent out to the safe house. On the front seat was a briefcase.

Lonnie didn’t see any need for subtlety. If you parked a car looking like that in a neighborhood looking like this you were asking for trouble. Might as well give him some.

He picked up a rock. Smashed the window. Grabbed the briefcase. Stepped back into the alley and faded into the bushes. He had to stop himself from giggling as the car burst into a horn honking, light flashing, rooting tooting complaint over the intrusion.

If anyone had bothered to look, by the time they had, Lonnie would have already been safely concealed. In this neighborhood no one would admit to seeing anything anyway.

Two minutes later Mr. Penn came running down the alley to see to his car.

Thirty seconds later he stood in front of the smashed window naming the people who did this to him every swear word in the unprinted dictionary.

Lonnie thought to himself, “A man in a suit shouldn’t even know those words.”

 

 

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Chapter Twelve: The Safehouse

14 Jun
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When Lonnie needed money Lonnie stole a car. He knew where he could dump it for some fast cash. He could have earned a lot of money stealing one or two a day if he’d wanted to. Johnny, the owner of the shop wanted him too, kept encouraging him. Lonnie knew if he did the cops would get all in a snit and start laying for him. As it was he didn’t steal one often enough to be a major problem and nobody paid a lot of attention to his activities. It was Cody taught him that. “You get real heavy into something, people gonna notice. Cops gonna come looking. You gotta keep it down under the radar. Stay invisible.” This wasn’t a time to attract attention to oneself either. Lot of weird stuff going on. Somebody went into the animal shelter and stole vaccines. Lonnie wished he’d’ve thought of that. He wouldn’t’ve stolen vaccines for crumpled sakes. He would have stolen the tranquilizers. What kind of a high would you get off of those? You’d have ta try it anyway. If you had access. Then there was the drug dealer whose car they found by the river. So far nobody found a body, no signs of foul play. Just a car by a river with some drugs in the trunk. The owner was wanted for questioning. As he went through a stoplight he happened to look over to his right. A guy in a black suit sitting in a fancy car was parked tight to the curb. The car was one of those long black ones that looked like a wannabe limousine that didn’t quite make it. Cody was getting in the car with him. Drug deal? Not likely. More likely it was Cody’s handler. The CIA guy he kept working for. Lonnie’s heart raced. To trail a real CIA agent. Man that would be the max. That would take the bogie. Lonnie could show he had mock too. Lonnie had found a bag of weed in the glove box. He was glad of that. He could use a smoke to mellow him out right now. Normally he never brought any shit with him when he boosted a car. Cody taught him that. “Never mix your crimes. Anytime you doing a crime make sure drugs got no parta it. Otherwise they latch onto you. They will think they are pit bulls and you a hamburger. They won’t let go. If no drugs are involved you can slide under the cracks easier.” Cody knew. Cody slid. All the time. But today, after forever, Lonnie was one up on Cody. He was following Cody and his CIA handler. Lonnie pulled the baggie and papers out of the glove box. He was glad it was there. He felt loving and tender toward the person who owned the car. He really needed something to calm him down. He was so nervous he could barely roll a joint. Yeah, the owner of this car was one sweet person. Almost made him want to do something nice for them. But not return the car back where he got it, of course. That would be asking too much. It was getting harder to stay out of sight while tailing them. They were leaving town. Lonnie remembered Cody talking about a safe house somewhere out here. He’d bet that was where they were going.

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Chapter Seven: Lonnie

11 May
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The morning was cold. The morning was crisp. The colors were sharp. The cloud looked like you could lick it for an ice cream cone.

Whew! That shit he got today was way over the top. Lonnie felt he was almost psychic. He saw and understood everything so sharp. The normal world was like an old black and white TV show. This was like, going past High Definition, going past Blu-Ray, into the next epoch of experience. Everything was sharp. Everything stood out clear. The world was in 3D and he was a ring tailed avatar.

Today he was able to follow Cody with ease, and stay far enough back Cody wouldn’t catch on. Yeah. Because Cody had training. You had to be sharp with him. Right now he was standing behind a long black car looking over the top of it as Cody crossed the street at the stop sign and disappeared around the corner. Lonnie jay walked and race walked to the corner to see where Cody went. If he kept this up, and kept doing the right crap he was going to be the best tail artist in the whole flipping world.

It was a privilege just to be the best friend of Cody. Man, yeah. Who wouldn’t want to be the best friend of a guy who was so smart, so cool, so mock, he was working with the CIA. Maybe someday Cody could get him a job working for the CIA too. Course Lonnie wasn’t smart like Cody. Cody knew all about electronics and videos, and all kinds of stuff like that. Cody always seemed to know the right things. Like how to score the hottest chicks and the strongest drugs, how to hot wire a car and how to bug a house. Hey, maybe being the best tail artist in the whole world would get him a job with the CIA someday too. They need people who can tail. Always gotta be somebody the CIA wants tailed. And Lonnie was the best. He was proving it right now.

Cody was jaywalking. Probably trying to make a tail, like him, reveal himself by jaywalking behind him. But Lonnie was too smart for stuff like that. He walked past, noting the building where Cody went into, crossing at the walk and doubling back with a fast-footed gate keeping close to the walls of the buildings.

Lonnie went inside the door where Cody had disappeared. It was dank. It didn’t look like from the outside but inside it was a house converted into a run down apartment building. The hallway smelled of dog piss. It splits. A short hallway to an open window looking out on a patch of uncared for grass and a longer hallway leading to a partly opened door leading to an alley. Choosing the partly opened door, Lonnie sprinted down the hall. He had not expected the floor to complain so much as he put his weight on it at each step. He didn’t slow down or stop because the damage had already been done and anyone looking out now would see him. So he sprinted faster.

Out the door. It wouldn’t close fully behind him.

No Cody.

No sign of anyone. He looked around the corner where the window opened out on the unkempt grass. There was somebody climbing in, but it wasn’t Cody.

Lonnie wandered around for a while and then went home.

 

 

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Chapter Four: Cody

20 Apr
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Cody was thin, as many drug users are. He was also a reader. What he liked to read was true stories about people who broke the law and got caught. If Cody had a talent it was not getting caught. The police knew he used, everyone knew he used. But no one could catch him with anything on him. Everyone knew he never worked, but he always had money. Not a lot of money, but he always had just enough.

One thing Cody never did was to go around bragging to people. But Lonnie wasn’t people. Lonnie worshipped Cody. A worship Cody basked in. He enjoyed impressing Lonnie with all of his knowledge and skills.

He taught Lonnie how to steal cars. He taught him where to sell the cars after he stole them.

But you don’t keep stealing cars. Pretty soon someone will be watching for you. So he taught Lonnie how to disable burglar alarms by deactivating them at the phone lines. Taught him how to enter houses, not by windows or doors, but through shafts where the swamp coolers were.

The beauty of it was, once the burglary was accomplished, the swamp cooler replaced, the phone line reconnected, there was no evidence of forced entry.

People invariably blamed the theft on a family member. Often the crime was never reported to the police.

Still you did not want to keep doing it too long.

Drugs was a third way to profit. Dealers got caught because it was their business. They did it all the time. Sooner or later they sold it to the wrong person, or one of their buyers got in a bind and rolled over on them. Cody got in and out quick. Buy a bunch. Roll it over to known buyers. Get rid of it. By the time the cops got on to you, if they ever did, you were clean. No evidence of anything.

And once your stock was gone deny, deny, deny.

Cody, who made a point of never revealing anything to anyone, loved to impress Lonnie. And today he had something to impress him with.

Lonnie was a special case. He did everything Cody told him to do. He did it just the way Cody told him to do it. He did it when Cody said to do it. When Lonnie was around Cody felt like a God who could walk on water. And he knew that if belief alone could make it so, Lonnie’s belief would have enabled him to do it.

Cody was thin. Lonnie was thinner. Cody was tall. Lonnie was taller. Cody had dirty blonde hair. Lonnie had dark brown, almost black hair. To an observer they could have been brothers.

Guess who gave me a call today?”

“Somebody with some good stuff?”

“Better.”

Lonnie thought hard. “That chick you were hoping to get?”

“Almost as good as that.”

“I’m out. I dunno.”

“Remember Mr. Penn?”

“The CIA agent?”

“Lonnie. Don’t be blatting that around. You know he can’t confirm or deny any association with The Company.”

Lonnie was impressed. Cody basked like a seal in the sunlight.

“Special electronics job. Gonna get at least five hundred dollars out of it. And it will only take me a couple of hours.” Cody let the amounts sift in to Lonnie so he could get his full admiration before continuing. “He is going to take me up to the safe house to do it in a day or two.”

“Wow.” Lonnie only dreamed that one day he could be as over the top as Cody.

 

 

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