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  Death Of The C.C.K. Killer?

  by

  Victor F. Wofford Sr

  (With inspiration, belief, and love from

  Lena Wofford)

  Copyright © 2019 Victor F. Wofford Sr.

  All rights reserved.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  I know I missed some folks in my debut novel, but not to worry, I got you now. God, I missed God? Hold that lightning bolt, my bad. I have to thank the All-Mighty for giving me the brains and the message to the wife for me to do this (that’s another story). My wife and biggest supporter Lena. I want to thank for putting up with the drama that goes into writing a novel. Mood swings, trips to the dark side, unexpected food runs, music, sometimes repeating the same song for hours. (Yes, that happens, don’t change the mood of the room), and any other creative drama that happened along the way (loud mouthing with the stoopid dawgs is considered a creative outlet). Writing a novel is not all that happens when you write a novel. My mom Carol Thompson R.I.P. My daughter Angela, continue to move forward in a positive direction and great things will happen, love ya! To my other children, JR., Carol, and Sarah, life is what you make it, move forward. Thomas Symonds my homie, much love to you my brother. My big sister Jo and my bruh Scott, sending y’all that love! Ledley, Olin and Oliver Chamberlain, thanks for taking the time to encourage me to be more than I am, and yes, I still remember only getting a glass of Kool-Aid out of a freshly made pitcher (A glass?). The one and only Eazy E, I miss talking and laughing with you, it’s too bad we didn’t have the time to make music, and history, you are missed R.I.P. Ray Torres, you are a true friend, and I appreciate you more than you know. Robert Keene Jr. you have always been a true friend, keep smiling, I have to find you, lunch on me. Patrick “Daddie” MaGee, my brother from another mother. My extended family from Pomona, creepin’ up on ya, the Pointers. Pip, Del, Jerome “Mack Mack,” Valerie and Elizabeth. The next time I roll through, it’s on and crackin’, “Oooooh!” Honore Aubert, thanks for looking out when we were just kids (I remember you taking me off the streets, hiding me in the closet, and bringing me food to eat), thank you. Doug and Jackie Carey-Wilson, you are just great people who I think of as friends. My big sister, Victrese, love ya! Jackie Kaplan-Kallen, thanks for taking the time to help keep me motivated, those messages wondering what Barry was up to were truly inspiring, you are dynamite. Edward Benfield, you made the book, now I’m going to need that bucket of chicken we negotiated for, lol. Thank you, Eddie, for being a friend, even when things got tough. Claudia Wichinsky thank you for being a friend and a true point of positivity R.I.P. I am also sending a special shout-out to Carlene and Doug Jeanette, big hugs to you two. Tom and Susan Bowman, always supportive. My father Leo Wofford and my stepmother Marjorie Wofford, the sailing wasn’t always smooth, but here we are in calm waters (Thank you for the insight). Aunt Faye, you always treated me good, and I love you for that. Smokey, Little Man, and Brewster, my three stoopid dawgs, love them to death (Bear Dawg R.I.P). A shout out to all my readers. I couldn’t do it without you, let’s make this series the next big thing in Hollywood. Okay, I think I got everyone, but if not, book number 3 is already in the works, about 85% done, Ginger World, Ride Like the Wind is coming, and it is completely off the rails, the only way my fans would have it.

  My haters and plotters, I see you, but you can’t see me. Keep drinking the number one drink in the World, Haterade. Bitches. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

  So, here we go again. Fasten your seatbelts, keep your arms and legs inside the book at all times, it’s gonna be a Helluva ride, now let’s get into this. Dip with me.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1 After the Rain

  Chapter 2 Plans

  Chapter 3 Family Ties

  Chapter 4 Slammed Again

  Chapter 5 No Sleep

  Chapter 6 “Next”

  Chapter 7 Time for Ted

  Chapter 8 The Turkey is in the Oven

  Chapter 9 Revelation

  Chapter 10 The Lamborweinie

  Chapter 11 Dinner and a Surprise

  Chapter 12 Time

  Chapter 13 Wait, I Need More Sugar

  Chapter 14 Tight Pants

  Chapter 15 Aunt Ledley

  Chapter 16 A Man of the People

  Chapter 17 Europe

  Chapter 18 The Game is Afoot

  Chapter 19 Out of Time

  Chapter 20 Roasted Again

  Chapter 21 Wherever You Are

  Chapter 22 The End of Ed

  Chapter 23 A Drive to the Airport

  Chapter 24 I Can`t Believe That Just Happened

  Chapter 25 Death of the C.C.K. Killer

  Prologue

  The madness had come to an end, for the moment. Vinny was dead, and his debt for being a piece of shit that put his hands-on Karen had been paid in full. The shit pile was off the Senator’s well-manicured lawn. Barry wanted to take a moment, or a few moments to enjoy the peace that they had all earned, but he had a thought nagging at him. He was a serial killer. Could he just stop killing? His love for Karen was complete, and he was sure that love for her could make him overcome anything. Then he wondered why rude and arrogant people drove him to kill. He sat and thought about it, searching the memories of his mind. It was the perfect storm. The killing of Gwen was an accident, a murder of happenstance. Gwen’s mouth and the vase that was conveniently within his reach made it easy. He would have never been in Gwen’s city to kill her if he had never come across the car he was restoring, the ’59 Impala. He would have never made the list if she hadn’t been such a rude overbearing bitch. Everything seemed to come together to set the C.C.K kills in motion. The rage, what fueled his rage? He wondered. He sat quietly and looked deeper inside his mind for the answer. It came to him like it happened yesterday. Memories of his days as a Special Forces Ranger begin to form.

  Barry’s unit was in the field. They were looking for a high priority target that was on their terminate list. The unit was a well-seasoned group of veterans that knew how to get in and out of a hot zone without being seen. The unit had run seventeen successful missions. They were a solid bunch, but they had a new commanding officer. He was more than green, and he had a shitty attitude. He equated what he took in a class as real-world experience, and that was the furthest thing from reality. Lieutenant Tyler was a first-rate asshole, but he was in charge. So, Barry and the rest of the unit had to follow orders, even when they knew those orders would lead them into trouble. Lieutenant Tyler instructed the unit to set up an assault from the east, which was going to lead them into a kill zone. Barry and the others objected, but the Lieutenant would hear none of it. He ordered them to proceed with his orders or face a court-martial when they returned to base. Lieutenant Tyler’s rude and abusive language and attitude eventually led to his death that day, and three of Barry’s unit members. Barry had to take the rude and abusive behavior then, but he damn sure didn’t have to take it now. There would be consequences for those who spoke down to people because they felt they could, and that may mean coming face to face with the C.C.K Killer.

  Chapter 1

  After the Rain

  Barry and Karen woke up the next day feeling like the early morning events had been a dream, but Vinny was really dead, and Barry had no regrets about killing him. He looked at his bruised hands, and it brought a smile to his face remembering how it felt to smash Vinny with his hands and send him to the next life while he looked in his eyes until the lights went out. The bruises on his hands let him know it was no dream; it was reality, a reality that Barry enjoyed. A World without Vinny. He thought of the gurgling noises tha
t Vinny made, and how his hands felt squeezing the life out of him, watching him turn purple and feeling his windpipe being crushed in his hands. He looked at his hands for a moment, then he smiled and went to the bathroom. Karen was getting out of bed when he came back in the bedroom. She peeked out the curtains and told him it had rained. She stood by the curtains naked, and he adored her body and sheer beauty, but her love for him was an aphrodisiac like no other.

  "I love the way it smells after the rain," Karen said, holding the curtains open.

  "I do too; it smells clean and refreshing."

  "So now what, do we do?" Karen asked, still looking out the window. Small drops of water ran down the window and combined with other droplets, to make larger drops that would continue to race toward the bottom of the window.

  "Well, looks like we have more money to count and turn to bullion."

  "Yeah, we have real problems," Karen said, laughing a little.

  "Let's get some breakfast or lunch. What time is it?"

  "Almost two."

  Barry walked over to the dresser and checked his phone to see if he had any missed calls or messages. He also checked the phone the Senator had given him. Clear on both. Barry was happy. A day or two to be with Karen and chill out was just what the doctor ordered. He just had the feeling today was going to be uneventful, and he liked that feeling. He knew he needed to give the death of Vinny some thought and see how plans would come together now that the shit pile was off the Senator's lawn. All his thoughts about what could happen next would have to wait. Today was going to be about relaxation. While Barry hoped for an uneventful day, the Senator was on the opposite side of the coin.

  The Senator had called for a press conference that would go live across the nation, at two o'clock. The Senator's plans were coming together better and faster than he expected. The Senator planned to announce a task force headed by him to put an end to the violence that erupted in Columbus, and an end to the C.C.K killings as well. He had a chance to become a household name across the nation, and he was taking it. Senator Fueller figured this would be his last Senate election if his plans continued to pay off. His next campaign would be for the White House, and he would be a heavy favorite. He may need to have a few more incidents of violence, then his plan of action would shut down those hooligans and, he would be the man of the hour. He would have the country watching. He thought a follow up of the killing of the C.C.K Killer, although not in time to save poor Ed Daniels would be the feather in his cap that would take him to the White House, especially after stopping the violence that had been going on in Columbus. The Senator had his two F.B.I. Cronies to back him as the lead federal investigators in both these cases. So, he had total control. There would be no slip-ups. He was thinking of a few other things he needed to do to make sure everything went smoothly when his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

  "Excuse me, Senator, it's time," his assistant Deborah said, knocking on, then opening the door to the waiting room he was sitting in. The Senator was checking himself over one more time. He knew the nation was waiting to see him. The Senator straightened his tie, a little more to the left he thought, then he nodded his head, letting his assistant know he was ready.

  The Senator had already done make-up and changed his suit twice; now it was time to address the nation. The Senator walked out to a sea of reporters. Lights from cameras and phones flashed while he was being directed toward the podium. A guy with a headset on, who was a little too touchy-feely for the Senator was his guide. The Senator took a moment and adjusted the microphone to where it was comfortable for him to speak into, while everyone waited for him to speak. The room was so quiet; it was almost like he was lining up for the winning putt at a Major Golf tournament. He adjusted the microphone to its final position, then he cleared his throat and began to speak.

  "Good afternoon my, fellow Americans. I like you am tired of the senseless violence in our streets and, I am taking action. Your voices have been heard by your humble government servant. I am just as disgusted as you are by the recent violence that has rocked our nation. We have recently seen this senseless violence up close and personal, in our streets and near our homes and schools. It is time for someone to take a stand and put an end to it, and I plan to do just that," the Senator said pounding, his fist on the podium. Once the applause from the gathered media members and the crowd died down, he continued. "I have been compiling evidence with the cooperation of the F.B.I. and my two lead investigating Agents Harold and Marone. I have formed a special task force assigned to stop not only this recent outburst of violence in the streets of Columbus but the national terror the C.C.K Killer has caused. I will formally introduce them soon, but they are on an assignment. I would like to tell you more, but due to the nature of the investigation, I cannot answer questions at this time, but know this (the Senator paused, looked directly into the camera and pointed his finger at the camera). The reign of terror is over for you thugs, we're taking back our streets, and our community, on that you have my word. Thank you all for coming," the Senator said and walked off the stage to what seemed like a billion bursts of camera flashes, and a roar of questions.

  The Senator was pleased. He had practiced that speech a million times it seemed, but the adlib that came to him at the end was the cherry on top. The Senator had just put himself into the national spotlight. All he had to do was execute his plan for this evening and, things would start to get good. The Senator knew results would get people talking, and he planned to give the public just what they wanted, results. Of course, there would be a failure along the way, but that would only serve to bring in more publicity than he could possibly pay for. No news travels like bad news, he thought to himself, and the newshounds would eat up any bit or scrap of negative press they could find. Even the bad news was accounted for and would only inflate the number of times his face would flash across every news station in the country. The Senator and his assistant were riding to the next scheduled event when she spoke to him.

  "Senator, a new poll just came out and, you are up three points from yesterday and rising," Deborah said, smiling looking at her tablet.

  The Senator didn't say a word; he just smiled and nodded his head with approval as they continued on to the next event. He thought to himself that maybe Ed Daniels didn't have to die, but he knew that was something that had to happen, the White House was calling, and Ed Daniels would be his ticket through the front gate, and into the Oval Office. The news coverage the death of an up and coming politician would bring would be astronomical, not to mention the Senator would be the heroic figure and settle the score for the dearly departed and, his task force would solve the case. The Senator's plans were coming together quite nicely he thought but knew he needed to see his old fixer to have things go as planned. The Senator rarely used his assistant's name, but when he did, she knew it was important.

  "Deborah, play the song I like, and give me about ten minutes of privacy at our next stop, inform the media I am working on an update, but it will probably come later this evening."

  Deborah knew the Senator was shady, but she also knew he was smart and she was probably going straight to the top with him and, she didn't have to sleep with him as most of the assistants she knew did with their bosses. Deborah was lucky and, she knew it, she also knew this phone call was important.

  "Yes Senator," she replied and checked her playlist, she knew the song was the Secret Garden by Passacaglia, just as she got the song playing, they arrived at their next scheduled event. Deborah got out of the Suburban and told the media just what the Senator had told her to say.

  Deborah closed the door and, the Senator locked it and lowered his privacy glass.

  "Dale, make that call now, we want this to be a good show," the Senator said then he sat back and listened to the music playing. A few minutes later, Dale knocked on the privacy glass and, the Senator lowered it once again.

  "Everything is set, Senator."

  "And our friend knows we will be pay
ing him a visit this evening as well?" The Senator asked, never opening his eyes or raising his head from the headrest.

  "Yes sir, everything is set Senator," Dale said again.

  "Perfect," the Senator said, still not opening his eyes or raising his head.

  "Wow, what do you think he has up his sleeve?" Corey said when they finished watching the Senator's announcement on the news.

  "I don't know, but he knows Vinny is dead and there will be no more violence, what's the point?" Karen said, looking at Barry and Corey.

  Barry let Karen and Corey continue their discussion as he sat there thinking. He knew the Senator was going to wrap up the C.C.K killings, but what was the mob violence play up about? Barry knew the Senator wouldn't betray him, he wasn't a tenth of the trouble Vinny was, and he still had the little bag to ensure his safety, but what angle did the Senator plan to go in with all this? Then his answer came to him as Corey and Karen were talking in the background.

  "I'm El Presidente of the cereal cabinet," Corey said, standing in the kitchen looking at Karen with the box of Count Chocula in her hand.

  "Well, it looks like you just got ousted, because the last bowl of this Count Chocula is mine, the little bit that's left," Karen said, and she turned the box of cereal up, emptying the last of it into her bowl.

  It was at that moment that Barry knew the Senator was going for the Presidency, but how would the C.C.K Killer fit into that equation or already dead gangsters for that matter? The answer or part of the answer came about thirty minutes later in a breaking news story.

  "Once again, violence has erupted on the streets of Columbus, as gunfire was heard outside this local dry cleaner store, before the fire that is blazing behind me broke out," the news reporter said, while the camera panned down a blocked-off street with yellow tape, Police cars, and little white markers showing where the shell casings that had been fired were lying on the ground.