Secrets on the Bayou - S. Heald (best book clubs TXT) 📗

is that they are lacing it with is dropping them like flies, and that’s not good for business. I managed to track down the area that it’s being sold. Several of the escort services and local drug dealers have all chipped in to get this problem taken care of,” I explained to Aunt B. She just looked at me with a worried look on her face and then wiped it away while saying, “Well we will have to just whip up some spells just in case, cause I would hate to have to pull out my shot gun and ride into that dirty city and start shooting folks.” I just smiled at her and continued to think silently while I drank the remainder of my Bloody Mary. The job would take a few nights just to feel out the situation and make sure I was getting the right guy. I want to make sure I get the source and not the messenger. That’s something that will weigh on you and taunt your dreams if you have a conscious. Luckily my aunt has erased mine to help me sleep better at night.

A few hours later the storm had passed through and left its trail of broken limbs, large mud puddles, and dense fog in the swamp air. I decided it would be a good night to hit up the streets to do some more homework on my ‘laced dead hookers’ case. I wasn’t big on walking the streets in New Orleans at night because all the weirdos and the perverts come out to play with the hookers and drug dealers. Not saying there’s anything wrong with them, but they aren’t exactly my type of fun on a foggy night like tonight. Aunt B was in the kitchen looking into a pot on the stove when I got done getting ready in my slut attire; I figured I would look the part since I would be in the neighborhood. Aunt B took one look at me and shook her head saying, “It’s going to take another frog leg and a coon in heats hair to keep you out of danger being dressed like that!” Throwing things in the pot she started singing like she always did before she said her spells aloud. She once told me that if you sang before you cast spells then it would cast the evil away and that the mean spirits couldn’t interfere with your spell.

I sat down at our old and antique wooden table as she finished up her touches on her concoction until she finally poured it into a vase on the table in front of me. As the vapors arose like a sweet candy cooking in a candy shop, I inhaled and closed my eyes as she chanted, “Thru the streets alone you walk, and in your tracks evil will halt, may no evil hold you down, deep inside the strength is found. “ She continued the chant for several minutes until the hot liquids had cooled and vapors no longer rose above the vase into my nostrils. I opened my eyes once she quit chanting and grabbed my keys off of the counter. “I don’t know what time I will be back Aunt B, just don’t wait up,” I said to her as I walked out the back door. Aunt B had never said much of anything about the line of work I was in, unlike what others would have had they known. She knew the spells she place on and around me would protect me when my talents wouldn’t.

As I pulled into a parking spot near the neighborhood I came to do the damage on I noticed one of the drug dealers who had given me some info on the case. Apparently my hooker attire was pretty good because he was staring back at me hard enough to burn a hole slap through me. At least I knew that if it came down to it I could start charging for sex to pay the bills. A slight shiver ran down my spine warning me that something wasn’t right or either I was really nervous one. It took a lot to make me nervous so I was going with something not being right. I would defiantly be watching my back today. Stepping out of the car the man they call Curley started walking my way. “Well hey der, you looking to make some money der girl?” He asked me. Trying to hide the disgust in my voice I replied as calmly as I could, “You don’t remember me do you? You told me you had some competition on the streets and you wanted some help with finding it.” He stood up tall and without apologizing he turned around and said just loud enough for me to hear, “follow me; I got someone I want you to meet.” So I followed him down two blocks on foot and then made a left turn onto an ally with four or five girls huddled up together. I guess he was a pimp on top of a drug dealer, man he set his limits to the sky. “Dis here girl is going to help us find out who been lacing dem drugs.” One of the girls walked up to me and introduced herself as Lillie. She was probably around 21 but looked like she was 30. Her hair was oily, her skirt was ripped down the side, and her red lipstick was as bright as a Vegas night; she was defiantly a keeper. She told me about how one of her friends had been working two nights before and bought what was supposed to be a plain jane crack rock and after smoking it she didn’t wake up the next morning. I took mental notes and asked a few questions about where she was when she bought the drugs and what the guy who sold it looked like and all that jazz. After talking with a few of the other girls I had enough information to do a stakeout. I was going to find this guy and take him down.

Lillie and the other hookers had agreed to let me stand with them in the neighborhood that the drugs were being sold and pose as one of the crew. I watched as one of the girls got into an older mans car and drove off slowly. The next car pulled up and Lillie nudged my arm and whispered, “Dat's the guy that my friend went with to get her fix.” I started walking up to the driver side of the car and leaned down on the window twirling my tongue around the tip of a blow pop in my hand. “Well hey there baby, what can I do for you tonight?” I asked him in the slutiest voice I could throw at him. My goal was to get alone with him and find out if he’s my guy and if not if he knew who was. He was a middle aged white male with tattoos peeking below his sleeves and shoulder length dirty blonde hair. It’s too bad he was a suspect cause he was kind of cute. His voice startled me when he replied, “No, but I brought some goodies if any of you girls are interested.” I looked into his lap and saw a handful of dime size bags while he was awaiting my answer. So this guy thinks he can just roll in here and kill all the hookers? This may be the rough side of town, but it isn't grand theft auto by a long shot. Thinking of a way that I could get alone with him to break his arm and get some questions answered I replied, “Well we could ride around the corner and work out a deal for the whole stack if you want.” He looked very hesitant about it at first but I guess my charm and the fact that he wanted to get rid of the whole bag of crack took over his brain and he nodded his head for me to get in. As I walked around the car I winked at Lillie and she just nodded back. This guy just picked up the wrong hooker on the wrong side of town. His mama should have taught him better.

Once we pulled around the block and he put the car in park he turned to look at me and said, “So you can give me two hundred for the whole bag. Its top of the line shit, and there’s even a little extra something in there to keep you going all night.” So looks like I had caught the bandit red handed, but I had to make sure he was the one making the mixed product before killing him. “Don’t you want to work some other kind of deal out? I mean I’m all about trading.” I asked him in the sexiest voice I could come up with. “No, I just want the cash and we will call it even. I’ve never paid for sex and I’m not about to start.” Well if he isn’t just a gentleman. In the blink of an eye I managed to grab his arm and pull it over his head and around his back making him squirm in pain and in a position where he was not able to move. “Now that I have your attention, where did you get these drugs from? And who laced it for you?” I asked in my serious tone when I’m trying to be patient with a good looking scum bag. “It’s mine; I get the Ex from a friend and lace it myself. What the hell is your problem? Let me go!” Well that helps me. But Ecstasy mixed with a little crack shouldn’t be dropping people like flies around here. I mean these people do drugs every day and so their tolerance is pretty damn high. Something wasn’t adding up with this story. “Do you have any of the ecstasy that’s laced in with the crack your offereing me?” I asked him hoping like hell he did. I could test it to see if it really was ecstasy and if it wasn’t I would have to talk with Aunt B to find out what it was since concoctions were her specialty. Lover boy broke my thought pattern by yelling, “Yea it’s in the glove box, look this is only my second time selling. Can you give me a break you crazy whore!” He just keeps digging the grave deeper and deeper for himself. I opened the glove box to see a small bag of white powder and nine mm Smith and Wesson lying there just as pretty as you please. I picked up the gun and pointed it at my new friend. “Let’s go for a little drive, shall we?”

I told lover boy how to get back to my car and once we arrived he parked and with a little push, shove, and gun to the head, he got into the trunk of my car. I wasnt too much worried about him having leg space because the trunk to my old 1971 oldsmobile 442 had plenty of room. The car was older than I was but man how I loved it. After grabbing the drugs I drove home to the swamp land. Aunt B was sitting on the front porch when I pulled up in the drive and I flashed my lights at her several times to warn her something was up. She took my sign and headed inside. I told Aunt B when I got in this business that I didn’t want her to see something she would have