For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
Well, here I am speaking with the mysterious Mr. B, the person that everyone is afraid of and yet no one has seen. Or, at least, no one knew they had seen him, since he is a woman, not a man. An ingenious way to hide, without the need to hide. What better way to hide than to be right out in the open all the time. “I am surprised that Kenwood hasn’t figured out that you are Mr. B by now,” I said. “Well, he may may be thinking about it,” said Ivy, “but he has never said anything.”
“Perhaps like so many others, he was afraid to upset Mr. B and end up losing his life,” I suggested. “Perhaps,” she said, “he did tell me, not long back, that he just preferred to stay away from him. By the way, I said you could have 2 guards with you and yet you are here alone, why?” “Well, you did say you would be coming alone and unarmed,” I began, “so I didn’t think it was really necessary to have any guards. My wife disagreed with me, however, so I do have one guard. You may come out now Crystal.”
Then Crystal came walking out of the bathroom. “See this button on my belt?” I asked Ivy, “If I pressed this, it would sound an alarm which would bring Crystal out of the bathroom and she would kill you before you had a chance to kill me. But for that matter, I could do the same thing.” “But sometimes he forgets that,” said Crystal, “which is why Jennifer wanted me here.” “I could have kept Kitty here, as she could do the same thing as Crystal,” I said, “but, Jennifer specifically chose Crystal.”
“Hmm, Jennifer is the real boss of the Investigators?” asked Ivy chuckling. “Well, in some ways at least,” I said, rolling my eyes. That got Ivy laughing out loud. I sighed. “So, are you willing to change, or just thinking about it?” I asked. “I want that change to happen right now Steve,” she said, now almost crying, “I’m tired of running, of doing things I hate, trying to pretend I enjoy a criminal life. I have become so hardened that I can’t even cry anymore. Can you please help me Steve?”
“Celestine, come in here please,” I said and almost immediately she was knocking at the door, so Crystal let her in. “Celestine came from a criminal family,” I explained, “she discovered it was possible to cry again, and laugh, have fun and be quite normal again.” “Steve let me listen to that last part of your conversation,” she said to Ivy, “if you really want change, it will come easily, and if you stay with us, there will be lots of us girls to help you along, with love, real love.” Ivy was now sitting on the edge of the bed after she had been walking around while talking.
Celestine had sat beside her and put her arm around her. Now Ivy was actually crying and she remained crying for quite some time. She had been holding in her emotions for so long and it now just burst out. After she settled down we talked a bit more. She was the one who sent her lawyers over to get us out of jail. She wasn’t able to help Barry, however, the cops said he tried to escape when they stopped at a service station so he could use the washroom, so they shot him, dead. She also said that there are 5 cops on Kenwood’s payroll.
She then told us that Kenwood was the one that kidnapped Crystal and she was surprised that we had her back already. I told her we didn’t, but he still didn’t have Crystal, since she is one of triplets. “Won’t that be dangerous for the one he has then?” she asked. “No, it will be dangerous for her kidnappers though,” I said, “and I imagine she will be calling for a ride soon.” She also thought that Kenwood had killed Jacie and Dan, but he denied doing it she said. “If he did it, he wouldn’t deny it to me,” she said, “he likes to brag about things, it makes him look tougher. He thought it was Mr. B, but I know it wasn’t.”
“The evidence seems to suggest a woman did the murders,” I said, “a rock was used each time, likely to subdue the person to make it easier to kill them. So it would seem likely a smaller woman would be responsible.” “Well, guess I do match that description,” she said, “but honestly, it was not me Steve, I have never killed anyone myself and I would never have my people kill an innocent person. Perhaps the murderer did it that way to throw you off.” “I have thought about that possibility too,” I said, “but my primary suspect for that was Barry, and he is now on the murdered list too. By the way, does Kenwood know you were coming here?”
“No, I just told him I had some business to do and would be back in a couple of hours,” she said, “unless you agreed to help me, then I wouldn’t return. However, I’m sure he would have had someone follow me, so he knows I’m here now.” “Mac.” I said. “Yeah Steve,” he replied. “Did anyone follow Ivy Hendrick to the hotel?” I asked. “Yeah, 2 guys, small green car,” he replied. “That would be Chuck and Chisholm, two brothers from Kentucky, two brutal boys in talk and action.”
“Eliminate them Mac,” I said, “if there are not too many people around.” “None around at the moment,” he said. Both men were in the front seat with their windows open, since it was a rather warm day for this time of year. Mac went over to the car. “Hi Chuck, hi Chisholm,” he said. “No, you got us mixed up man,” said Chuck. “Sorry boys,” said Mac, “good bye.” He already had his gun out, with silencer on and with two shots they were both dead. Mac then walked casually away. “Done,” was all he said. “Thanks Mac,” I replied.
“So you do have men with you as well,” said Ivy, “he’s a talkative one.” “Mac doesn’t say more than necessary,” I said, “and even less when women are around.” “Are you not worried that the other Crystal might be in danger, or even dead by now?” asked Ivy. Meanwhile, in an old warehouse somewhere in the city. “That’s enough noise from that woman,” said the one man. There were 4 of them guarding Angel who was posing as Crystal. He opened the door where they had Crystal (Angel) tied up and gagged.
He immediately screamed as this huge lion jumped on him, killing him instantly. Then Courage went after the other three and it didn’t take long to catch and kill them as well. A little while later she communicated with me that she needed a ride. “Kitty, go pick up Angel please,” I said, “and take Astrid with you. Oh, and send Misty and Tracy up here.” “Okay Steve,” she said, “uh, where is Angel?” “She didn’t know,” I said, “so you will just have to follow her signal.” “Okay, we’re on it,” she said, “is Mr. B still there?”
“No, Mr. B left already,” I said. “But we were watching all 3 doors and we didn’t see him leave.” “Do you know what he looks like?” I asked. There was silence. “Um, we’re in the car on the way to pick up Angel now,” she said. “That’s good,” I said, “thank you.” Ivy was laughing so hard now that she had tears from that! Well, our murder suspects are getting murdered, which isn’t helping, and one is now on our side and she is quite confident that Kenwood didn’t do it, or he would brag about it. That leaves us with Andrew Li and someone named Big Daddy.
Ivy had never heard of Big Daddy before, but she said there are always new arrivals in the sex trafficking business and they pick names like that to make themselves look more important, and surrounded with cheap rough types who will do anything, even murder, for one or two hundred dollars. Most likely it was someone Jacie didn’t want to see a second time, and that certainly fit Andrew Li. He’s a small man too, which also fits, but something is leading me to look for this Big Daddy…
To Be Continued. ©2025 Steve McLeod.
I had been waiting for the mysterious Mr. B to show up for our appointment, one that was arranged by him. That was a surprise in itself, but when I saw someone drive into the parking lot, and then get out of the car, I was really surprised. I was quite certain by this time that it must by Andrew Li. I had thought it was either him or my first choice which was Kenwood. But I wasn’t so sure that Kenwood had enough influence around here to get us out of jail so quickly, or that he would even have the desire to do so.
That’s when I had decided it must be Andrew Li. That way he could keep himself as a genuine businessman, while as the mysterious Mr. B he could be a notorious gangster, and no one would know. So, naturally I was very surprised when I saw the real Mr. B getting out of the car. I waited until there was a knock at my door.
“Come in Mr. B, and make yourself comfortable,” I said, “would you like some coffee?” “Now that is a silly question Steve,” said Mr. B, “of course I would. You know, I walked right past 4 of your girls down in the lobby and they didn’t pay much attention to me, that’s bad you know.” “Well, they were expecting someone else,” I said, “but I’m sure they noticed you and likely checked which floor you got off.”
“That would be hard,” said Mr. B, “since I pressed 3 different floors. And since they were not expecting me to be the one visiting you, they likely wouldn’t think I got off at this floor.” “Misty,” I said. “Yes Steve,” she answered. “Have you seen Mr. B come in yet?” I asked her. “Nope,” she said, “no one fitting that description has come along yet. For someone so important he certainly isn’t very punctual. I would give him 5 demerits for that.”
“Hmm, you do know there are 3 entrances to this hotel,” I reminded her. “Yes, but for someone so important he would naturally use the main entrance,” she said, “unless he was a real, sly, sneakster type.” “Guess he’s a real, sly, sneakster type,” I said, “because Mr. B is here already. You get 5 demerits Misty.” “But, but, but,” she started to say. “Good bye Misty,” I said. She sighed.
“What happened Misty?” asked Kitty. “Mr. B sneaked in through one of the other doors,” she said, “and I got 5 demerits.” “Hmm, if he gives me 5 demerits then I will revoke his Sneaker privileges for 5 weeks,” Misty thought to herself, then she sighed again, “no I won’t, I’m not tough enough to do that.” Losing Sneaker privileges would mean no sneaked donuts and no use of the twin’s den for 5 weeks.
“He can’t give you 5 demerits for that,” said Kitty, “or he would have to give us all 5 demerits, and if he does that then we will take it to the highest court to get it overturned!” “Yes!” said Misty, “um, what is the highest court? I didn’t know we had one.” “Misty, the highest court is Jennifer,” said Kitty, “she would never allow 5 demerits for something like this.” “Cool, I will have to remember that,” Misty said.
Meanwhile, back to me and Mr. B. “So, tell me, why did you pick the name of Mr. B?” I asked. “Why not?” said Mr. B, “You had a friend one time by the name of Mr. B, so I thought, why not use that as my name, that way I could hide right out in the open and no one would ever know it was me. Even Kenwood doesn’t know that Mr. B and I are the same person.” “Isn’t it hard to keep it from your boyfriend?” I asked.
“Please Steve, don’t insult me like that,” she said, shuddering, “Kenwood is not my boyfriend. He is a business associate in a legitimate business venture. And I also don’t do any of my own unlawful activities. That is all handled by people who work for me. Yes, I know, that doesn’t mean I’m not guilty, but any killing that my people do is only other criminals. I guess that still doesn’t make it right though.” She then put her head down.
“I got trapped in this business through my dad,” she said, “he would tell me all these glamorous stories of his criminal activities as I was growing up. My mother died when I was 6, so I just naturally followed dad and his way of doing things. But ever since I took over 2 years ago when my dad was shot and killed, I realized this is not what I wanted to do with my life.
But I was stuck, with no way out except maybe with life in prison, or being killed like my dad. So, I invented Mr. B after studying you and The Investigators. I learned a lot about you, like the fact Kitty is not your wife, Jennifer is. But Jennifer was supposed to have been killed, and yet she is still alive. Has anyone ever asked you this question, is it possible for someone to change?”
“Yes, I have been asked that question quite a few times,” I said, “several of the people on my team have changed from a life of crime to a life of fighting crime. And their lives have been truly changed. My wife Jennifer is one such example, and there are several others.
With most we have given them a whole new identity, new name, new life history, usually after the old person dies, either in an accident or by being killed. Of course they don’t really die, but we make their death look remarkably real.” “I truly want to change Steve,” said Ivy, “I want out of this life, will you please help me?”
To Be Continued. ©2025 Steve McLeod