The Hanshi of Central Park
by Stephen F Kaufman
Here is Chapter 10 and the last chapter I will be presenting as part of this adult novel preview. Now that your appetite has been whetted, you can buy the complete book, autographed, DIRECTLY from me at hanshi.com. If you haven’t already, and you should, you can read the previous chapters that have been posted over the past few weeks.
When Fred LeShay came around he knew he was in the back of an ambulance. He tried to move his hands and found them cuffed to the rails of the gurney he was laying on. His immediate anger was such that he started rocking back and forth making the ambulance shake from side to side. The attendant threatened to cuff his legs if he didn’t stop.
Fred was in a rage. Had the opportunity presented itself, he would have killed everybody, especially the two asshole cops that jumped out of the bushes at him and Lenny. Stupid fucking Lenny had to start shooting at everything in sight. No consideration for those around him either. If he didn’t duck Lenny would have shot him too. It had to be a setup. Cops had been all over the place. Plus the three cops on top of the hill. Everybody shooting at everybody. He still couldn’t believe that he had been suckered into turning around and getting whacked over the head. As he lay there crazy with anger, he wondered where everyone else had gone and if anyone had grabbed the dope or the money and got the hell out of there. He figured his career was over at least temporarily. Probably have to do some time, maybe one or two Upstate or Riker’s, he thought with stoic resolution. Fred was not a rocket scientist but he wasn’t an idiot either. Reliable and well thought of by his boss, he was a strong enforcer and had no problem completing jobs. He never asked questions and never answered any either, unless he was on your payroll. He was interested in few things: money, whores, fancy clothes and the fancy gym where he could meet more women and make more contacts for deals and more money. He didn’t doubt that he was a pretty smart guy and everything had been going great until this morning. He twisted and turned on the gurney and realized he had an incredible headache. He tried to nod off. No good.
As the ambulance entered the Roosevelt Hospital emergency entrance the doors were thrown open before it even came to a full stop. He was immediately wheeled into the triage area where his gurney was suddenly surrounded by a lot of cops. Detective Lt. Charles Clark Henderson stood over him with a menacing smile. “Hello, Fred, how’re ya doin’?”
Fred looked up and groaned. “Hey, you can’t hit me while I’m chained up.”
“Now why would I want to do that, Fred? You’re an injured man and besides you’re a major player in the whole clown act this morning. I know you want to tell me everything that happened. It’ll be good for your soul.”
Fred smirked, “I don’t know shit and if I did I wouldn’t tell you dick.”
Henderson leaned over more menacingly and grinned. His affectational gold tooth twinkled and the closeness of the cop’s face made him shiver. Fred felt Henderson’s breath on his face and hoped his fear didn’t show. Henderson was not a nice cop. He was a mean bastard ever since his wife had been killed by one of Fred’s customers, which was never proved. Fred knew it was only a matter of time before he got the payback and silently hoped that it wouldn’t be now. Fred didn’t think he would be able to slide on this one.
“Hey Fred, what happened in the park this morning? Looks like your boy got himself killed. I thought you were supposed to be good and you didn’t even get to pop one shot. Shame on you, Fred. Does your mother know you’re an asshole?”
Henderson was relentless and he would ride Fred to death if he had to.
“Hey Fred, who was your friend with the swords? Is he the guy that grabbed the dope and the money? You know. Fred, he killed two cops and that makes you an accessory so you are definitely going away and I’m gonna drive the hearse that takes you. Hey Fred, how come Ramon left you to take the heat? Hey Fred, you’re an ugly motherfucker. Don’t go way, I’ll be right back.”
Fred thought for a minute. What guy killed two cops? Bullshit! There was nobody there. Was there? Was there somebody behind the benches near the tree when he heard shots fired? He wished he didn’t get hit on the head. How come Joe and Frankie didn’t come flying into the park when they heard the gunfire? What happened to Ramon? Fred knew he was going to have a bad day.