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“Promises of Starlight,” episode 13

February 28, 2013

Written by Thea Washington

None of the characters in “Promises of Starlight” represent any person living or dead.

The character “Rock Star”/”Angel” is based on Adam Lambert. The author does not in any way wish to disturb or predict Mr. Lambert’s life through the characters in this story.

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Chapter 13 – JACKPOT

             Guy decided to go up on the roof anyway and look around. Twin had also told him Peanut had hidden a lot of money up there somewhere. If he had and nobody had ever found it, it must have been in a very good hiding place. One that the police couldn’t even find. He remembered how the cops hadn’t been that interested in solving Snake’s murder. To them he’d just been another meth-and-cokehead perpetrator. Even the ones Pimp Dealer paid off to “look the other way” hadn’t really cared about Snake. Truth be told, neither did Pimp Dealer, who was just pissed off that somebody’d had the nerve to fuck with family.

              Guy walked that entire roof and there was only one possible hiding place, the place where he and Twin made out. He thought about it. It was too easy for someone who knew what to look for. But, he thought again, if nobody had ever found the money, it must have been better than it looked. He decided to do a little investigating.

              “Let’s see,” he thought as he walked into the hiding place and gave it a good look around. “What’s up here even Twin doesn’t know about?” Nowadays he kept her real busy when they were up there. She was so in love she couldn’t see anything but him. She certainly wasn’t noticing that Guy was getting closer and closer to what he was really after; she was too busy pretending to be grown. Yeah, he often told himself, he’d have that fresh little lady real soon, one way or the other.

              He looked around in the dark, paying close attention to every wall and corner until he noticed some bricks way back in there, up near the top. They looked just a little loose and, if you weren’t looking for it, you’d never see it at all. It was high up but someone standing on something could reach it. There was that little wooden stool, all dirty and battered, over there. He’d seen it before but never connected it with the money. It looked like it had been sturdy once but being up there in the weather for three years had taken its toll. Guy was tall; he didn’t need the stool.

              He started taking the bricks down until he found a small tunnel that seemed to lead toward the tenement roof next door. He could see daylight way back in there. It was big enough for a small kid to get through but not an adult. But Guy was strong. He started widening the tunnel until he could get through it. And when he was just about all the way in, he found an old $20 bill. He knew he was close. He pocketed the “20” and kept going.

             A little further down the tunnel there was a turn to the left and down before it turned back to the right. A kid would have had trouble getting down that dark hole and coming back up. Next to the opening was an old piece of rope and a clouded, torn plastic bag. So that was where he’d kept the money, thought Guy. He’d put it in the bag, tie the rope around it and then lower the money in the bag down the hole, tying the rope behind the pipes. When he’d needed some of it, he’d pull up the rope. And, if he’d needed an escape, he’d just get through the narrow tunnel, untie the money, slide down the ramp, run over the rooftops and jump to another tenement. Yeah, Pimp Dealer had always said Peanut was smart.

              Something could have easily been thrown down there, too. Making his way down the pipes, Guy reached the bottom and began to feel around in the semi-darkness. It wasn’t long before he felt something, a piece of metal shaped like a blade. He bent over and picked it up.

              Everybody knew that knife with that pretty tooling and the initials on its handle.  Snake had always carried it in his back pocket. Guy’d found it, Snake’s knife that had been used to kill him. It still had blood on it.

              Now the question was, how had it gotten down there? He didn’t think Peanut would have had the balls to leave a dead man out on the roof. He’d have run away. So who would have come back up with the knife and known where to put it? It wasn’t Twin or she would have been too freaked out to use the hiding place as their “love nest.” So if she didn’t know, who was left? Who was left who would have found out about the hiding place and who was small enough to have gotten through the tunnel? He went through all the possibilities and something clicked.

              When he’d heard Twin yell at her mother that Peanut had killed Snake, Mommy hadn’t had any reaction at all. No yelling back, no smack upside Twin’s head. Nothing.

              So Mommy knew. That was why she’d sent Peanut away, not just for good schools or to get him out of Pimp Dealer’s bidness. She’d done it to save his life. That’s why he’d never come back.

              Twin knew some of it but not all of it. Now, so did Guy. Only he had the whole story, the who, what, when, why and how.

              It was time to go get Twin.


              Starlight’s celestial heart was breaking as she watched from behind Jupiter. She’d asked Indio if this had to happen. It had only said, “Yes,” that, since the pieces were in place, there was nothing it could do. Indio also forbade her from intervening. She knew what that meant. It had purposefully given her an “out.”

              Maybe she couldn’t intervene to stop it but that didn’t mean she couldn’t do anything. And, because throughout the Universe it is always “Now,” she could time travel anytime, in any form, she wanted.

Tomorrow in “Promises of Starlight”:  A new definition of “horror”

“Promises of Starlight” – Table of Contents

One Comment leave one →
  1. Glamluvhns permalink
    March 1, 2013 6:36 pm

    Wow I can’t believe the life Lover had. It must have been hard for him and then to be run out of town by Mommy for his safety. I can only imagine how hard it was.
    I love ur stories Thea. I wait anxiously to read the next. =). Do u have any other works or books besides the Starlight Stories?

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