crime

Sheriff McCoy

 

old sheriff

 

There can be only one man in this town. You need to leave immediately or else. Phoenix 1865, Population 800. This town is now becoming a city, booming with people wanting to live and prosper, a new beginning. Gambling halls have been popping up all over the main street and work is abundant. With gambling comes crime in the newly found city. There is now a group of people controlling every facet of this community. I sit here writing and now can hear gunshots going off in the alley a block away. These men will take everything, including your life if  business owners do not pay a substantial fee for protection of their establishments. The Sheriff in town, Richard McCoy is in the street confronting another man as I can see out through the windows from my room overlooking main street. The other man, a hoodlum of sort in this town, Don Cloak, proprietor of Gully’s the local pub in downtown on 1st street near McDowell and Camelback streets. This man the Sheriff is confronting has been a real problem around here. He thinks he is the governor of the community which he is not. The only man who controls everything around here is Sheriff McCoy. I can now here the men hollering at each other, they both have their pistols out. A shot rings out, both men have fallen to the ground. From the deck of Laurie’s clothing store I can see other men dress in black. I believe these men shot at the two men in the street. I watched the other men disappear around the corner of the building and one man remains, peering out, scanning the area when all of a sudden his eyes are watching me within the upstairs window. I pull myself away, hoping that he didn’t see me.

Some of the locals go out into the street to check on the condition of Sheriff McCoy and the other man. McCoy is still breathing, only a shot in the flank but he will survive. Don Cloak is lifeless. The town is in an uproar as to how the men were shot. Could the Sheriff of shot Don Cloak? It is late at night and there is a knock on my door. I am frightened as to whom may be checking my whereabouts. I am new to this community so I have no friends that would be checking me. Scared to say the least, I back away from the door, I’m shaking ,shivers up and down my spine. Who goes there? No answer. The door now starts to rattle, I’m scared, so scared. The door is smashed in, two men with guns are pointing them at me. I am now tied up to a chair in the middle of the room, men are interrogating me on what I witnessed. One man slapped me hard on the side of my head, I’m crying, real blood is oozing down my face. I didn’t see anything, I kept telling the men. Somehow this has to be a dream, this cannot be happening. A shot rang out , many shots. The two men drop to the ground, blood is pooling around their bodies. I am still shaking. A silhouette of a man is standing at the doorway, gun barrel is still smoking. I tried to scream but nothing comes out, I am too frightened. Are you ok? The man asked me. Who is this man standing at the doorway? Who are you?  I young lady am Sheriff McCoy. I was let loose of the bindings the two men had me in. I explained to the Sheriff what I had witnessed. Lady, justice will be served in this town, I will make sure of it.

The days went on and crime didn’t stop. The town now with a population of over 100 thousand residents had grown so much. I am now an old lady sitting in a long term care center for the elderly. I still reminisce about the first days of Phoenix and the day I almost died. People in my life have come and gone but memories are forever.

D.H.Bilodeau 2016

The Heist

 

 

diamond

 

 

The police were behind me and I was putting the pedal to the medal. I was shifting through the gears trying to keep one step ahead of the law. I had just been involved in the largest diamond heist in history. My brothers in crime and I had planned this robbery for two years it was supposed to go off without a hitch. My oldest brother, the ring leader Mike forgot this one important step, “How to get out of this place”. The streets were narrow and I was moving about eighty miles an hour. The tires were screeching at every turn, certainly they would hold up. I went up on the sidewalk to avoid hitting and small sedan car when all of a sudden I heard gunfire. The cops were shooting at my tires and one bullet went through the back window and lodged into the dashboard. The fibers from the dash filled the air and breathing was getting compromised. I rolled down the window to air the dust out when a shot came and hit me on the shoulder. The blast took my arm off the wheel and I swerved into a fire hydrant and then smashed into a chain link fence.

I woke up in a hospital, handcuffed to the side rail. Still not comprehending why the lockdown, I started hollering for someone to help. A petite young nurse came into the room. Her name was Lily and I could tell that she was a newly registered nurse, RN. She smiled at me, approaching gingerly. I spoke up, loudly too. WHY AM I IN THIS PLACE LADY? The nurse backed off and headed for the door. I tried again, Please why have I been brought to this location? Miss Nurse! Please Stop! I need to know why I am here. Lily walked slowly back toward me to explain.

Locked up in the bellows of the prison feeling so desolate, lonely, bored, and depressed. I have been marking in my notebook everyday I sit here. There has been no one to visit. I start thinking about my brothers and their whereabouts. I wonder if they have been captured like I. When will time move? This is a horrible place to be. I’m not sure I can take this anymore. Screaming out, there is no one answer.  Please! Please! Someone come here, I need someone to talk to. A man appeared. He was dressed in a dark suit, Louis Vuitton, best that anyone makes. The man stood in front of me. Sir, please listen to me carefully. I stood at the edges of the room, head between the bars of seclusion. The man replied, You need to tell me everything you know about the night of the diamond heist. Who was behind this? Who commanded the operation? It is what information that you give me as to a possible release from this prison. I spent the next two hours giving this man everything of importance. I was not going to tell him where the diamonds were hidden. I didn’t know where they were at this point anyhow. He didn’t ask.

This warm sunshine today feels so good. The woman on my side gives me comfort. It has been two years since my release from prison. Two days after the man appeared I was released. I lay here on the beach today, dreaming about what was to be paid for my freedom. My girl and I decided to walk back from the beach and go take a shower at our hotel room here in the Bahama’s. The door was found cracked open, I told my girl to go away, I needed to check this room. I ran inside hollering out at the same time. There was no one inside but note was on the floor next to it one single bullet. The note said this. “YOU HAVE TWO DAYS TO BRING THE DIAMONDS TO ROOM 59, MEET AT 6PM, BE THERE OR ELSE “. This was a threat that I could not runaway with. I was going to die if not completing this demand. The day came and I proceeded to the room. Room 59, I knocked on the door. A man said, ” Please Come In My Friend”. The room was very dark and a silhouette of a man appeared. The light turned on and in front of me was my older brother, the ring leader of the operation. Hi, how have you been brother? He replied. I was dumbfounded and excited at the same time. We hugged each other. Guess what brother? He replied. These words are etched forever, “WE ARE RICH”.                                                                                                     D.H.Bilodeau 2015

Jazimine,Portugal Clandastine Operation

man hiding

 

I was targeted by a group of men that I had contact with in Jazimine, Portugal. I entered a room in the back of a clandestine lab in the business district from the alley toward the back room. Walking down the alley I was getting goose bumps. I looked up at the windows above and caught a glimpse of a man. He was hiding behind the curtain and for a moment something shined or reflected a light back toward the room. I’m thinking now that was a pistol or rifle that caught some sunshine and reflected back. I knocked on the door twice and no one answered the door. I pounded on the door again and a large size man opened the door. Who are you? I’m Robert and I’m here to get a package. I was told to arrive here at noon and to pick up a package to deliver to the airport. Ok, Come inside. The large man moved aside and I could see that he was packing a weapon to his side. I was getting very nervous about making this connection with these people. I moved toward the back of the room which reminded me of a small clothing store in the States. The air had a very funny smell, almost chemical like. I, not knowing, this was a clandestine lab. The man frisked me, checking  to see if I was carrying any guns, or hiding a wire within my jacket. Someone blindsided me and hit me in my ribs. I fell to the ground and couldn’t breath for a moment. The large man told me to get up off the ground. He was face to face with me. I’m going to tell you once minster who or whom your are. Don’t ever tell anyone about this place! I had a feeling that this was not a normal store selling clothes. The man told me to take this package and go to the airport terminal. A man will approach you with a sign that reads, Arthur Manufacturing. I was instructed to give this package to this man and board the flight going to United States.

The transfer was made and I boarded the flight. I was relaxing in my seat and kept seeing a man with a dark beard turning around and looking at me. I felt like I was being stalked for some reason. The plane landed at LAX at about noon. It looked like a lovely day and I was looking forward to being on home soil. I was walking to retrieve my luggage when I saw this man again who was watching me on the plane. I grabbed my luggage and went to the men’s room. I was sitting on the toilet when the door flung open and the man was pointing a gun at me and instructed me to put my hands up. I put my hands up, totally frightened by the sudden noise and appearance of a man. You are under arrest! I’m thinking to myself, what the heck did I do?

I was escorted to the local LAPD office within the city. Sir, What the heck did I do? I still would not get any confirmation of my wrong doing. I was finger printed and I guess booked in. I was told to put on prison clothing and they shut the gate in my cell. I was totally freaking out at this point. A man in a grey suit approached me and told me that I was being charged for the traffic of crystal meth in large quantities. The charge will put me behind bars for fifty years. My whole life to this point had been without any charges, not even a speeding ticket.

I had been behind bars now for five years when I was let out with good behavior. I walked the streets of LA and had no intentions of ever setting fourth in a prison again.  I was walking down the street looking at all the motor vehicles and looking at the beauty around me when a shot rung out, I felt a sting in my right shoulder. I spun around and then another one hit me in the chest and I fell to the ground, bouncing off the pavement. Foam was coming out of my mouth and the last moments of my life was looking into an ants eyes.

The network made sure that I was eliminated so that no other organization could get information of the clandestine operations taking place internationally. I was one man, a courier from within that network.

Stay cool everyone, not every step forward will be met with such a harsh reaction. Remember, one step for mankind. Or, for every action there is and equal and opposite reaction. All things that go up eventually come down. Good Day Everyone. I’m going to enjoy it.

©Bilodeau,D.H. 2014

 

Rocco And The Boy’s

1521958_631095710288192_1868571257_nDispatched for a life of crime. Rocco was a thug starting at a young thirteen years old when he stole the neighbors tires off their trailer. He needed them to put on his go-cart.  Rocco grew up in the Bronx and was a tough kid too. He started running with some of the older boys. Some of the stuff they were doing was going to train Rocco at a very young age that the crimes were getting much bigger. There was the day the group decided to snatch purses on Cargill Street. This was a busy business district and a great place to make a lot of money stealing. Another day the oldest boy in the group decided to steal from a local market. They all ran in with clubs in their hands and took all the money from the register.

Rocco was becoming a rough city boy and violence was another thing. One day Rocco was coming home from working the streets when he saw a boy in the alley. He walked up slowly at first until he was close to this boy and then punched the boy. The boy fell to the ground and was bleeding. Rocco continued beating that boy for no reason.

Time to do a robbery at the bank, the oldest boy in the group stated. Rocco was ready for anything, this was going to be exciting. All the boys were able to steal guns from within the hood. The leader told them at 3pm to all meet at the corner of Free Street and Roosevelt Street. The time had come and all gathered for the last information from the leader, the oldest boy. Two will storm in, you Rocco, and you Tim. The other’s are to follow in afterward and would have pillow cases with them to gather the money. When you the first two go in make sure you announce for all people to get to the ground. If they move they will be shot. The time had come and Rocco and Tim stormed the bank. Rocco was the front man and when he made it about halfway to the counter a shot rang out. Rocco was thrown backward and landed on his back. Blood had started to pool around him immediately. Tim was right behind him and another shot rang out and he too was lying on the ground. The other boy’s knew what has happened and ran out of the bank as fast as possible.

Rocco was dispatched right there at that moment. An armed bank guard had shot at the boy and was right on target. The life of crime for Rocco had ended. He never really had a chance. His life was destined for failure. A path of no return.

©Bilodeau,D.H. 2014