The Hanshi of Central Park
by Stephen F Kaufman
I will be uploading much of this adult novel, chapter by chapter. When your appetite has been whetted, you can buy the complete book, autographed, DIRECTLY from me at hanshi.com. Here is chapter 2.
Richard Ballners had been a cop for a long time and had worked his way up to Detective One. Known throughout the division as a world-class schmuck, Ballners was arrogant, had a big mouth, and was referred to as ‘Dickballnuts’ by his associates. Even though he was 6’3″, built like a weight lifter and according to certain women, gorgeous, he was still considered a schmuck by just about everyone he worked with. His co-workers respected him though, regardless of their personal thoughts; he was relentless and unconcerned about rules when it came to making cases stick. Periodically reprimanded, he was eventually overlooked for additional promotion but he did seem to have a card up his sleeve. No one knew anything about it because of the way he was lately able to get out of any mess with only slight admonishment.
Detective Martine Alvarez hated her partner. She also didn’t look like a cop. She looked like a truck driver, a shorter version of Ballners. Whenever he teased her about being a dyke she held her temper while pretending to ignore him and silently thought about how one day she would absolutely kick the living shit out of him. Other than that, her attitude of special sensitivity towards the environment she worked in made her appear, at least in her own mind, as an understanding, knowing and caring person. Unless you happened to be male. Once, when she and Ballners had cornered a small time street punk, she mercilessly beat the guy to a pulp, landing him in the hospital, getting both herself and Ballners called on the carpet. They both swore the guy was resisting arrest. Nonetheless, they did get the main dealer and did break up a small group. They boasted about how efficient and effective they were as a team.
Today, they too anticipated a good time—a stakeout, take down, and a major bust. A sanctioned sting operation. They had been working on this one for close to two months. It had taken that long to substantiate their actions with their superiors against one Ramon Alvarez whom Ballners had sworn to the other officers that he was actually Martine’s cousin. That really pissed her off. Ballners insisted that Ramon and Martine had to be related because all of ‘those’ people were cousins and they all lived in the same room in the same shit hole tenement on the high Eastside. And were always fucking each other and always infringing on the fashionable upper Eastsiders to the dismay of the good white people who lived in terror wondering when the spics and the niggers would finally cross south of 79th Street. He did have a way with words, that was for sure, and ‘Dickballnuts’, the name she had given him stuck right up his ass. They were made for each other.
They both knew Ramon Alvarez’ history. He had been one of them until the day came along when he couldn’t resist the 12 ki’s of coke in the back of a car they had nailed along with $850 thousand in small, unmarked, non-consecutively numbered bills, none of which were over $100. Ramon had taken one look at the prizes, including the car, and immediately changed his life style. He scared the shit out of the driver by shooting the dealer, Mark Nasty, in the head and to make sure there would be no complaints simply told the driver take off while advising him that he now worked for Senor Alvarez. The driver said, “OK” and drove off without a word.
Besides which, Ramon had thought, no one would give a fuck about a Jamaican drug dealer with a name like Mark Nasty in the best of cases. There would be no problem getting rid of the dope and the money was real. He promised some to the driver whose name was Joe. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that a new career had thrust itself upon him. The event, however, did include some gunplay when other officers fired at the limo not knowing who was in it. Ramon had no problem with that either. He fired back through the rear windshield and nailed the detail Sgt. in the balls. From that time on he was a marked man. When the story got around, everyone was very pissed off. They felt that Ramon had to be brought to justice. The son of a bitch didn’t share and that wasn’t nice.
But today was pay back. Ballners and his team were stationed in a very special section of the park and were in a good position to wait for Alvarez and his posse. They were also sure they wouldn’t be disturbed in the section of the park they were in. It was off the beaten path.