Kenyatta had called one person in and given him one assignment: find out which ones were responsible, then handle it if you can. It hadn't taken the man that long to find out who had given the order, and when he reported back that it was the Kingfisher, he was then given another order. If you can't get the big fish, get the next biggest fish in the pond. Even that order proved quite hard to do. The next biggest fish was Kingfisher's right-hand man, Sam. Sam was as hard to reach as the Kingfisher-almost.
It took a while for the Creeper to find the weak link. He had the uncanny ability of being able to pry into things that ordinary men would have long given up on. The Creeper believed that every man had a weakness, somewhere; all you had to do was search for it, and eventually it would come to light.
In the case of the Kingfisher's right-hand man and trusted personal bodyguard, Sam, the truth wasn't too hard to dig up. Once the Creeper found out that Sam had a wife, two girls, and a four-year-old boy, it was just a matter of time. The man who had helped order the death of four members of Kenyatta's organization would eventually show up at his home. Only the Creeper didn't have the patience to wait until Sam decided to pay his wife and kids a visit. He decided to hurry the matter up. Having already been given his orders, he didn't bother to check back with Kenyatta. He did to the best of his ability just what had been asked of him.
Mary, the woman who had made the mistake of bearing two children for Sam, knew nothing of Sam's business. All she knew was that he made a good living. He was the first black man she had ever lived with who took care of her and her children so well that she never worried about money problems. Whenever she needed money, she just called Sam and explained to him what she needed it for and how much. It didn't really matter that she didn't have a marriage license; Sam took care of her better than the man she had married earlier in her life. That marriage hadn't lasted but two years, and in those two years she caught more hell than the average woman ran into in a lifetime. But the marriage had been legal. She kept the proof of her first marriage locked up in an iron chest in the closet, but she didn't really need it. The two girls who belonged to Sam were more proof than any piece of paper could ever be.
Her two girls by Sam were both born out of wedlock but, as far as she was concerned, Sam was her husband even though they had never gone before a preacher. He was good to all of his children. Whenever he bought something for the girls, he made sure he brought the boy something too. The girls, one three and the other fifteen months, were treated like small dolls by their father whenever he had the time to be around them. Most of the time he wasn't home, but he made sure they never wanted for anything. It was one of the few joys Sam really got out of life, buying things for the kids-things that he wasn't able to have when he was a child because of money problems.
The small family lived happily in this manner until the day that Mary saw a strange man bringing her son David home. The man was monstrous and ugly. Mary wondered how the preschool could allow such a person to work for them, but at once she regretted her thoughts. Even this human being had to live. It was for sure he hadn't made himself, so who was she to complain about his looks. Overwhelmed by pity, she opened her door wide, allowing the man who clutched her struggling son to enter.
"What did he do at school?" she managed to ask as they entered the house. "Do you have to hold him so roughly?" she inquired, as David tried to twist out of the vicious hold the man had on his arm. Tears rolled from David's eyes, even after the man released him. The man glanced around the house.
He noticed the expensive carpet on the floor and the dark brown wall-to-wall fabric that matched the golden colored furnishings. The couch and matching chair, the marble
It took a while for the Creeper to find the weak link. He had the uncanny ability of being able to pry into things that ordinary men would have long given up on. The Creeper believed that every man had a weakness, somewhere; all you had to do was search for it, and eventually it would come to light.
In the case of the Kingfisher's right-hand man and trusted personal bodyguard, Sam, the truth wasn't too hard to dig up. Once the Creeper found out that Sam had a wife, two girls, and a four-year-old boy, it was just a matter of time. The man who had helped order the death of four members of Kenyatta's organization would eventually show up at his home. Only the Creeper didn't have the patience to wait until Sam decided to pay his wife and kids a visit. He decided to hurry the matter up. Having already been given his orders, he didn't bother to check back with Kenyatta. He did to the best of his ability just what had been asked of him.
Mary, the woman who had made the mistake of bearing two children for Sam, knew nothing of Sam's business. All she knew was that he made a good living. He was the first black man she had ever lived with who took care of her and her children so well that she never worried about money problems. Whenever she needed money, she just called Sam and explained to him what she needed it for and how much. It didn't really matter that she didn't have a marriage license; Sam took care of her better than the man she had married earlier in her life. That marriage hadn't lasted but two years, and in those two years she caught more hell than the average woman ran into in a lifetime. But the marriage had been legal. She kept the proof of her first marriage locked up in an iron chest in the closet, but she didn't really need it. The two girls who belonged to Sam were more proof than any piece of paper could ever be.
Her two girls by Sam were both born out of wedlock but, as far as she was concerned, Sam was her husband even though they had never gone before a preacher. He was good to all of his children. Whenever he bought something for the girls, he made sure he brought the boy something too. The girls, one three and the other fifteen months, were treated like small dolls by their father whenever he had the time to be around them. Most of the time he wasn't home, but he made sure they never wanted for anything. It was one of the few joys Sam really got out of life, buying things for the kids-things that he wasn't able to have when he was a child because of money problems.
The small family lived happily in this manner until the day that Mary saw a strange man bringing her son David home. The man was monstrous and ugly. Mary wondered how the preschool could allow such a person to work for them, but at once she regretted her thoughts. Even this human being had to live. It was for sure he hadn't made himself, so who was she to complain about his looks. Overwhelmed by pity, she opened her door wide, allowing the man who clutched her struggling son to enter.
"What did he do at school?" she managed to ask as they entered the house. "Do you have to hold him so roughly?" she inquired, as David tried to twist out of the vicious hold the man had on his arm. Tears rolled from David's eyes, even after the man released him. The man glanced around the house.
He noticed the expensive carpet on the floor and the dark brown wall-to-wall fabric that matched the golden colored furnishings. The couch and matching chair, the marble
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