“Promises of Starlight,” episode 32
March 18, 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 32 – 2 Up, 2 Down
It was Pimp Dealer’s turn to get out of prison. He used the same technique to get out as he had with Reporter. It worked even better for him; he was now on “probation,” having skipped “parole.” What difference did it make to him? It was time to get things rolling.
The plan was simple and brilliant, Pimp Dealer thought. The problem with Reporter’s plan was that there’d been no real incentive to get the $20 million. This time there would be. It’s just that this plan wasn’t about money. This was about revenge. Revenge for Snake. Revenge for that bitch getting away from him. Even Reporter had a piece of this pie. He wanted revenge for being banned from his job to that goddamn one-horse town in Idaho. That’s what had made him so easy to recruit. Runner/Partner didn’t need any revenge for anything in particular. He was just in it for the money. Being on Exec’s arm and in his bed wasn’t bad, either. Those were perks.
Pimp Dealer got out of prison on a warm, sunny day. Do-Good and Guy were waiting for him that morning in their new Benz for the drive back to California and L.A. Ah, thought Pimp Dealer, relaxing into the soft leather seat. Good weather for a drive and to finish planning.
“Damn, it’s good to be home.” Pimp Dealer was back on his turf, making sure everything and everybody was in place. Reporter had done his part, so he’d get what he wanted for the Rock Star—and a little more if things played out right since he’d gotten Producer involved. That would be payback for taking away Twin and Niecy. Runner was in place as Partner who, even though he’d stashed Twin and Niecy at Producer’s condo in NYC, would still be useful, at least for the moment. Man and Guy had their part all set. Yeah, it was a “go.”
A few weeks later Exec and Partner were over at Angel and Lover’s. They’d been invited for one of those rare times when both Angel and Lover were home. Partner had been keeping his eye on Lover through the Exec. He knew exactly when to suggest a visit. Things were quietly moving along at the firm so Exec could get away for a long lunch with friends.
Son and Daughter were upstairs playing video games while Twin was at the Beauty Academy taking a class in hair coloring. You could hear the sibling cousins. But Niecy’d discovered the adventures of books from Daughter and now you couldn’t separate her from them. She always had her head in one, a mirror of her Uncle Lover who’d been a reader since he was that little boy on the tenement roof.
Partner looked at his watch. It was time. “Hey,” he said. “Why don’t we take the kids for some ice cream? It’s a great day outside and it’ll be good to get them out of the house, don’t you think?” Angel and Lover looked at each other, thinking the same thing. The kids out of the house for a while? Not a bad idea.
“That would be awfully nice of you,” said Angel. “We know you, though. The last time you two took them for ice cream you ended up on some trail up in the hills. If you decide to take a little side trip again, just promise you’ll call us like before, OK? And don’t let them trick you into letting them get that extra-large slushy thing. Next thing you know they’ll be on a ‘sugar high’ and you’ll be laughing your asses off back in the city while we’ll be trying to settle them down.”
“No problem,” laughed Partner. “We promise to keep in touch.”
Exec didn’t look excited about the ice-cream outing, though. He was looking at his watch, too.
“Sorry, guys, but I can’t do ice cream today. Lover, that new client’s coming in this afternoon and, since I’m the one who convinced him to go with our firm instead of the other one, I really should be there. Is it OK if Partner takes them?”
“That’s fine with me if it’s OK with you.” Lover looked at Angel who was thinking about other things besides the sugarlumps and ice cream. Except for the ice … cream …
Lover knew that look. “OK,” he laughed. “You go back to the office and let me know how things go. Partner, they’re all yours. Hey, kids,” he yelled upstairs. “You want some ice cream?”
“YAY,” was the answer. Son and Daughter came flying down the stairs.
“Where’s your cousin?” asked Angel. Niecy hadn’t flown down the stairs with them.
“Oh, she’s reading as usual.” Son rolled his eyes. “What is it with your side of the family, Papa? Always reading.”
“That’s not a bad habit,” said Lover. “You should try it one day.”
Angel jumped in to defend their son. “Oh, leave him alone,” he said. “What he’s doing on his music computer is more than making up for books.” Son’s musical talents were growing by the day. Angel was so proud. And, secretly, so was Papa.
“Well, we’d better not disturb Niecy then,” said Lover. “She likes to read and then take a nap.”
“That’s OK,” said Partner, thinking, he really only needed those two. And three would be too many to handle, according to the plan. Niecy could stay here if she wanted. “We’ll have a great time, anyway, won’t we, kids?”
“Yeah, let’s go,” said Daughter. “I know exactly what I want.”
“I think we have a plan, then,” laughed Lover.
Partner was thinking, too. You don’t know how true that is, he thought. You have no idea.
It had been hours, way too long for just a trip to the ice-cream place and a ride through the hills. Angel and Lover had long since finished their “interlude,” snacks and all, and were beginning to wonder what was going on with the kids. It had been light when Partner left with Son and Daughter. (Niecy had wanted to stay and read her book and then go home so she’d be there when Mommie got home from class. But then she’d taken a nap.) Now afternoon was turning into evening and the wondering was turning into worry.
“Oh, it’s OK,” said Lover, trying his best to conceal his anxiety. Ever since the kids had been taken away from them that day, he knew he was a little over-protective. “They’re probably just having a good time on the trails.”
“I don’t care about the goddamn trails,” said Angel. “He said he’d call if they went on any side trips and we haven’t heard a word. I swear to God, this is the LAST time I let that man take our kids anywhere.”
Angel didn’t know how true that was. He had no idea.
An hour or so later the doorbell rang. It was Partner, bloodied and bruised, being helped up the steps by one of the Security men. “We found him outside the gate,” he said. “He’s in pretty bad shape.”
“Where are they?” Angel stood there clenching his teeth and his fists. He looked ready to beat up Partner again, no matter what had happened to him.
“They took them,” he said, coughing, trying to breathe. “They took them.”