Chapter 68
Criminal Minds at Work
Tuskegee Wilson brought it up before anyone else could. "So Marty, when are we going to hit him next?"
"I've been thinking about it," Marty replied. "He's not stupid, by this time he'll have plenty of heat backing up each place we might target. I don't see any sense in getting all shot up when all we're getting... maybe getting, I should say, is part of a week's money run. Let me tell you what I'm thinking," Marty said. "We take out a counting house – big deal. It's what, a week's take from one district? And to do it we risk our lives – worse, we don't hurt the motherfucker. Oh, we piss him off, but that ain't why I'm doing this. I wanna hurt the bastard big time. I want to bring him down."
George Burns nodded and said, "Okay, Marty, how are we gonna do it?"
"I don't know yet. My plan if you can call it a plan, is to wait and watch. Somewhere there's a key to his operation. We find it and he's dead meat."
"How long do we wait?" the hulking man known as Cason asked.
"I don't know. I have some people watching. I mean their watching Gentner and any of his people leaving their operational base. Right now we're following them. I haven't asked any of you to do it because of the possibility that might recognize you."
"They don't know me," Carson said as he cracked his knuckles.
"True enough," Marty admitted, "But Jesus, Carson, one good look at you and they'd make you for what you are... and you don't work for them. So who do you think they'll figure you're with?"
"I see your point," Carson said. "So... we wait."
"And watch," Marty added. What Marty hadn't mentioned was that he had K.C. dating Gentner on occasion and that she had also gotten Marty's permission to use a guy she had known all her life to follow Gentner when he left her place. He was to follow from a distance and note his license plate number, and where he went after leaving her place. No more, no less, and he was not to take any type risk. It was vital that he not be caught following Gentner.
"One more thing," Marty said. "Since we're in a wait and watch mode, I really don't need to keep you holed up here. My thoughts are that you head home and when I'm ready to attack Gentner I'll contact each of you in plenty of time to get back here."
"Sounds good to me," Carson said. "My wife could use a little TLC about now."
Wilson and Burns laughed and Marty grinned.
"It is something to think about," Wilson said after a few ticks of the clock.
"I might have some work waiting for me," Burns offered, "as long as you're sure you don't need us."
"Hey, we'd only start getting on one another's nerves," Marty said, still smiling.
"So, let's get the fuck outta Dodge," Wilson barked, and the others stood up in agreement.
"I need to get laid," Kunz said to general laughter. "I could find something here... but I don't think that's a good idea. So back to Jersey it is."
It took two hours for the group to pack and leave as they had come to Wilmington separately and with the exception of Burns and Kuntz, left the same way.
Marty took a nap after they had all departed, and on waking, called K.C. to make a date for that evening. He learned that she would be working at Dockside Girls, and so arranged to meet her at her apartment after the club had closed at three AM.
*****
When he rang the doorbell, K.C. greeted Marty at the door drying her hair and wearing a terrycloth robe. Without saying much, she directed him to her living room, handed him a rather potent rum and coke, and seated herself upon an overstuffed chair.
Marty sat opposite her and began sipping the drink, as his eyes became accustomed to the low lighted room, he noticed a mostly-empty glass on the table next to her − evidently she had not waited for him, or there had been someone else in the apartment before he arrived. Although he trusted her, Marty had his guard up, and the Glock he was wearing near his armpit loomed large in his mind.
Not too many words had passed between them; Marty refrained from mentioning the suspect glass and took slow, short sips from his own drink, waiting for K.C. to fill him in on whomever, or whatever was responsible for the third glass.
A long minute passed and K.C. appeared to be getting nervous.
"Something wrong?" Marty inquired.
"No, nothing's wrong, Marty. I am worried that Conrad might get suspicious. I mean, if that happens he'll probably kill me. That is what he does, isn't it?"
"He has killed people before, or had them killed. I won't lie to you about it. But I can't see anything that would cause him to be overly suspicious of you."
"Overly suspicious. What the hell does that mean?"
"It means he trusts no one. Not even those closest to him. He would consider you suspect just because you're near him. But for the reasons I've mentioned and no other."
In order to change the subject and K.C.'s mood, Marty allowed his hand to glide down her smooth thigh, down to the hem of her robe. His hand slipped under it, moved in between her legs. Sneaked up along the inside of her thigh up till he was at the gusset of her panties.
"Marty...."
He left his hand there. K.C. didn't do anything to stop him, and his fingers moved under the edge of her underwear to glide smoothly along the length of her pussy's lips.
"Marty," she sighed contentedly and pushed her pubis against his invading fingers.
He took a step back and put himself behind K.C. and pressed his hardon against her ass.
"Yes," she whispered and that was the signal he had been waiting for.
With one swift movement he drew her panties down to her knees; from there gravity took over and they fell to her feet. She took a little step to the side with her left leg and impatiently kicked the panties away, leaving him free access to her pussy.
