Skinny could have cried foul and leaned on his cane, but he didn’t. He followed my lead and was industrious. He methodically went about dismantling his handy work board by board with a pry bar and a hammer, careful not to split the old wood. I liked his quiet demeanor and finesse.
I paused and looked across the property to the Home Depot, it was quit busy.
“See those guys hanging out in the Home Depot parking lot?” I asked, pointing to a group of Mexicans milling about near the back entrance.
Skinny looked up, nodded his head and went back to pulling on a stubborn nail.
“You speak any Spanish?” I asked.
“See, street talk. I grew up in Oakland near Fruitvale.”
“Good. They work hard,” I said, “but most of them fake it when it comes to English. If we hire a few of them you could speak your way around their jive, right?”
“Then that’s what we are going to do. We have a whole work force right here on our doorstep. I will pay you what I offered if you can get them to dismantle the rest of these buildings with the same care and finesse that you are using on your artwork.”
The kid looked from me to the Mexicans, then back to me. “Bossman?” he asked.
He grinned and dropped his hammer.
Bossman was going to fit him like a shirt.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®
Skinny hobbled into the Tin Man’s at about 11:50. He had ditched the crutches for a cane. He gave me a little smile and a tip of the head.
I was delighted to see another small break in his armor. I stood and gave him a knuckle tap. “How’s the ankle?” I asked.
“Chillin,” he said.
“Skin,” I said, “this is my partner, Ned. Ned, Skin.”
They guardedly shook hands. Ned wasn’t a knuckle guy and Skin wasn’t a shaker; awkward.
“You up for a nice beefy hotdog down at the Costco?” I asked Skin.
Skinny looked around and seemingly finding he wasn’t the center of attention, he shrugged his shoulders and gestured. “After you, old man,” he said. Continue reading
Friday rolled down Market Street dripping heavy with fog. I was a little reticent about the future after being sucked into the underworld of Two Fingers Kim. I blew on my fingers and raised my collar as I hiked up Market street to meet Ned and Skinny.
I shook Ned’s hand out in front of Tin Man’s Doughnuts at 11:30 AM and it was still bone chilling and damp. When we walked inside out of the cold Skinny was no where to be found, so Ned and I got a cup of coffee and sat at the table near the window where Two Fingers had met with the Vulture. While we killed some time, I decided to fill Ned in on my little foray into detective work.
“The heavyset kid is a runner for Two Fingers.” I said.
“That Korean is bad news,” Ned voiced and took a sip of hot coffee. He shook his head and pursed his lips in disgust.
“I agree,” I said, “he’s seasoned, mean and smarter than I first thought.”
“Smart wasn’t the adjective I had in mind,” Ned answered.
“But he is. He knows what he is doing. He has some business savvy and he’s got it figured out so that others will take the fall when the heat shows up.”
“The fat kid. You have a talk with him?” Ned asked.
“We have an ongoing relationship you might say.”
“What the hell we getting ourselves into Sugar?” Ned asked with true concern.
“Life,” I said, “we’re too darn young to just fold up or walk away.”
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®
I Saw It Coming, Parts 1-10 for anyone that would like to catch up and read my series without searching through my archives. I hope this makes it easy to join me as the story progresses. The Author.
I Saw It Coming
by Richard Rensberry
I hike everyday. It is energizing and allows my spirit to open up to my surroundings. I am able to observe with the spirit’s eye and see universes beyond the physical reality of things. I am delighted to take photographs and collect artifacts like feathers and wood for use in recreating what I have seen in my imagination. Continue reading
Painting by Richard Rensberry
the sun is piercing bright.
My eyes burn, water and blur
blind and shut. They seek
the darkness and comfort
of earth beneath snow
as white and deep as January. Continue reading
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This one is called Lipz
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I soon discovered that the Vulture had been recruited as a delivery boy. He was dispensing the goods and rather efficiently to Kim’s clients.
I needed to get out ahead of him if I wanted to witness a transaction, so when the Vulture left Market St. to go down fifth, I moved on down Market and went into a t-shirt shop that Two Fingers had solicited when I had been tailing him. I cruised down one of the aisles to the rear of the store near a set of stairs and parked myself behind a rack of Giant’s pullovers. I pretended to browse with interest through the shirts. Continue reading