Reunion

He strutted his last strut on the run way as the look of blankness ran across his face into the crowd; a pose to the left and one to the right each three seconds long with a three point five turn and applause followed.

“Let’s clap it up for Lord Riggims as he takes his last walk on the cat walk.” The announcer says.

            “So Lord Riggims what’s the next step for you as you retire from successful modeling career?” asked a reporter from Extra News.

            He paused for a moment. “Well I’ve always have had an interest in private investigation and have been attending law school for the past year and will graduate next week when I’ll get my P.I license.” Lord Riggims says.

            “Well that’s quite a career change well we all hope you do well and succeed with your P.I career, reporting live from the New York fashion show, Jason back to you in the studio.

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            The boxes hit the floor with a thump sound to it, a stale smell filled the room and the blinds where covered with paper letting in no sun light. Before he could walk around the whole room his cell phone ranged…… superman that…, was the ring tone.

            “Hello Lord Riggims, Private Eye speaking,” He said in a surprised voice as this was his first time using that title. “Hello……. Hello?” he said about several times.

            Click. Lord had a look of confusion but didn’t let it faze him and began unpacking. The first thing he took out of the box was his modeling portfolio, he opened  and began to reminisce on his trips to Paris and Milan, the free clothes from fashion week,  and the woman that flaunted themselves on him, that was the life. A knock on the door broke his thoughts.

            “Who is it?” Lord said while placing his portfolio back in the box.

“Captain Mack, may I come in?” he said while clearing his throat. The captain was a fairly short man who occasionally had a case of short man complex; you know gets, upset about his height and tries to act bigger than he actually is.

            “Why, yes Captain, have a seat, I was just unpacking, how can I help you?” Lord said in a scared voice.

            The captain paused for a second. “I have a case for you but I…”

“I’ll take it.” Lord said interrupting the Captain not even letting him finish his sentence.

            “But you didn’t even let me finish my sentence, I was going to tell you about the case I honestly think you should hear me and the client out, you—’’ the Captain was interrupted again by Lord’s desperate voice.

            “That doesn’t matter; I'm the guy for the job no matter what it is.” Lord said.

            “Alright let me introduce you to your client” As the captain stopped speaking, in walked a very tall man in a nicely tailored suit and some Prada loafers. “Now before you jump to conclusions Lord, Chester has already informed me about your past and is willing to pay any amount. Besides, you already said you’ll take the job, I hope you won’t let me down.” The Captain said in a deep voice.

            “No captain, I would be more than glad to help this worthless human that—’’ Lord said in a childish voice while being interrupted by the Captain.

            “ Now were not going  have to have any of these childish games going on our you’ll be took off the case and suspended for two months and I mean it.

            Chester bowed his head and gave a smirk that he didn’t want Lord to see.

            “Yes, I understand captain; there won’t be any child play.” He looked over at Chester then back at the captain. “If there is I will be sure to let you know.”

            “That’s more like it. I will be expecting a report from you in about a week, remember no horse play we’re not in high school anymore.” With that said the Captain grabbed his jacket and left the room.

            After the Captain left, Chester and Lord were standing face to face just staring at each other, wondering what the other one was thinking. Lord thought about how he and Chester nearly killed each other in high school and were such rivals.  He thought about what he was going to do next, should he speak first or wait for him, shake hands or just stare into one another’s face. Many thoughts were running through his mind and then all of a sudden he heard, soulja boy in this ohhh…. When he looked at his phone it wasn’t ringing and as he glanced at Chester, he seen that he had the same ring tone as well as the same phone.

            Two weeks had past since he last heard from Chester; he figured that Chester made the wrong mistake of asking for his help and found help else was. Later on that night Lord had another client who he had not meet yet and was egger to after hearing her sexual voice on the phone. The woman who called sounded around twenty five years of age a brunette with hazel eyes perhaps, who ever she might be reminded him of his high school sweetheart Jasline, the were inspirable until Chester came in between them and jeopardized their relationship so he could win over Jasline and see the heartache and pain on Lords face. After they broke up Chester started dating Jasline until she transferred schools their senior year and that was the last time anybody has ever seen her.

            Lord arrived about fifteen minutes early so he could see who his potential client would be. He sat there for forty five minutes and no one had walked through that he had versioned to be. As he sat there drinking his last shot of Patron he was getting ready to leave as someone could have just pranked called him. Walking past the door with his head down a voice of a woman approached him.

            “Hello Lord.” Was calmly said.

            He raised up his head think it was some one night fling he had some nights ago.

            “I haven’t seen you in almost ten years, well besides on the front pages of magazines and TV.” she said not giving him a chance to speak.

            He paused for a second as he looked her body up and down as admired her flawless face, she’s more beautiful than he remembered. “Hi Jasline, um I haven’t seen you in ages either.” He wiped his eyes as if he was in disbelieved but it was just the alcohol blurring his vision. “How have you been, you look good….” He said at a fast pace, so many questions came to his mind all at once but the main one he wanted to ask was about Chester but didn’t want to overwhelm her. Jasline had worn a blue fur coat with a very tight high waisted skirt on, her lips were plumed and luscious and skin looked smoother than cashmere. He loved every aspect of her.

            She soon walked over to the table that Lord had once sat at and smiled, like she used to every time she seen Lord, this made him excited in more was than one. She told Lord about the time she seen him at fashion week in Paris, he was modeling for Prada which happen to be one of Jasline favorite designers. The bar began to empty as they became the last two sitting, giggling as if the were back in high school. After they left Lord invited Jasline back to his place so they could just talk for a little longer, he didn’t want to let her go once again. When they got back to his place, they wasted no time, clothes were coming off left and right, the sexual tension was so savvier was bound to burst at any moment. It didn’t take long for them to go from the couch, to the floor, the kitchen counter, and finally to the bed were the tension was released.

            The next morning Lord woke up to, Soulja boy in this ohhh…….,

            He grunts first as he clears his throat trying to wake up. “ …. Hello?”

            “Lord its Chester.” He paused. “I’m in a bad Jam and I honestly need your help, I’m on Dullard and Fifth, please meet me here I have nobody else I need your help.” Chester sounded so desperate.                                          

            Before Lord could respond the phone had hung up not giving him a chance to respond. Lord hung up his phone and sat it on the night stand next to him running ran fingers through his hair as his breath reeked from all the drinks he hacked down waiting on his client that he was not expecting to be Jasline. When he rolled over to see if she was still asleep he found that she wasn’t even under the covers. He got up, still necked and walked around the house in search of Jasline but she was no where to be found, this was the first time he felt “used”.

            When Lord arrived to the address the door was partcially open. As he walked in he had flash backs about an apartment he had once seen but he couldn’t figure out where. He began calling out Chester’s name but their was no answer, he picked up his cell and dialed Chester’s number.

            Super soak that…, the look of confusion sprung on Lords face as he let the ring continue so he could find Chester. At the top of the stairs he recognized the blue fur coat that Jasline had worn at the bar; it had the sent of Prada on it. As the ringing  stopped so did Lord, in the middle of the hallway laid Chester, Lord rushed over to check his palse, at the touch of lords fingers to his neck Chester begin to mumble but Lord couldn’t make sense of what he was saying. Chester pointed to something and Lord didn’t get the signal, as Lord tried to help Chester up he saw a shadow creeping up behind him, he turned quickly, quickly enough to see Jasline approaching him with a dagger and to feel the push from behind by Chester. The steal to his intestine was cold and sharp; his face was close enough to Jasline to see her filthy smile and Chester right next to her in his filthy grin.

            Grasping for air, bleeding on the floor, blurred vision ragging upon him he felt be trade, “why, how...” Lord said in pain.

            “What do mean how? Do you not remember how you made our life a living hell, you couldn’t stand the fact that Jasline loved me and not you, you were the reason why she had to change schools and left me , YOU—’’ Chester lashed out. “Tell me you remember.” He screamed.

            “Jasline Babe Help me up don’t do this.” Lord cried.

            “Rot in hell Lord you selfish son of a bitch!” Jasline said with such anger.

            “You’re not going to get away with this you’ll—” Lord squalid.

            “Well what pay?” Chester interrupted him. “Oh why yes we do that but at least where going out with a bang.”

            “And of course having the satisfaction of watching you die.” Jasline added.

Lying on the floor Lord realized that his life was coming to a horrible end and he had not wrote a will. As unconsciousness approached him, Jasline and Chester were not paying him any mind and gave Lord a chance to reach for his gun hidden in his pants leg.  Chester jumped for the gun but was detained by the bullet that had pierced his heart.

“Shit!” Chester let out followed by a grunt and then laid there bleeding on top of Lord.

“Lord you don’t want to do this, you’ll go down for murder if you do, please.” Jasline pleaded.

“No you expect me to just let me go Jasline?” Lord questioned her. “Well forget about it you can rot in hell with your precious Chester just as you two were in high school.” Lord yelled out in pain.

“I love you.” Jasline cried out.

“Sure you do—” Lord paused to catch his breath, Lord said his last words not only to Jasline but it would be the last word he would ever say." Bitch!” Lord yelled.

Lord felt the rag and blood rush to his head and knew that this would be his last chance to get rid of her so he pulled the trigger and watch Jasline face turn into agony and hit the floor. The last imagery was Jasline eyes wide open laying in front of him, this vision faded into black and then there was darkness.

            A little old lady who was always in the neighborhoods business who lived across the street heard all the gun shots when they were fired, she called Captain Mack. By the time Captain Mack and his team had arrived there was blood everywhere, somebody would have been saved but that was part of Captain Mack’s plan, you see C

 Captain Mack didn’t like the idea of a supermodel becoming a private detective; he felt that the whole world would make a mocarey out him and his team so he set Lord up. First he dug up some dirt on Lord Riggims history and knew that he once loved Jasline, after he met with Jasline he found out about Chester and met with him next. After meeting with Chester he saw how much hatred he had for Lord and made him a offer to help him get rid of Lord but Chester wanted more money and told Captain Mack that he would turn him in to the F.B.I if he had not follow through, so Captain Mack did what he had to do. As for Jasline she just became an accessory to the crime.

            “To bad he would have made a wonderful detective.” Captain Mack said sarcastically.