An American Crime Saga: Part Three
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Chapter Three:
"Oh, god!" Cindy cried when she heard the gunshot on the other line, "Hello? Carl?"
At that moment, someone hung up. Cindy knew who it was. Detective West.
"Sheen!" Cindy called for him.
"What is it, Cindy?" Sheen asked.
"Umm, I think he shot Carl!" Cindy cried.
"Wait, what?! Who shot Carl?!" Sheen's face turned red with anger and sadness.
"Detective West! He shot Carl, probably trying to get information about Jimmy!"
"Oh man… that probably means he's coming after us!" Sheen made a big realization.
"Oh my god, you're right! What should we do?!" Cindy was panicking. You really can't blame her. I'd panic too if two of my friends were murdered and the killer was after me next.
"Well, this place ain't safe, that's for sure! Gather up your stuff and pack. We should be outta here in a half-hour. Chances are West is already on his way from Carl's. That gives us forty-five minutes tops." Sheen explained with a serious look in his eyes.
"Where are we gonna go?" Cindy asked.
"I think we should pay Jimmy's dad a visit. Jimmy may have spun by there. Maybe he knows where we can find him. Now go and pack!"
Meanwhile, Jimmy had been going from car to car hitchhiking to get to his destination. Jimmy had to find some members of Castillo's gang that didn't know of his beef with their boss. Luckily, he knew just where to find them. The ice cream parlor where he'd first gotten involved in the mess.
"Thanks for the ride." Jimmy thanked the last driver who'd taken him right outside the ice cream parlor before walking in.
"Hey Sammy." Jimmy greeted the owner of the place.
"Oh, hey Jimmy! What will it be?" Sam Jr. asked.
"Oh nothing, but I was wondering if I could see those guys I saw a while ago. You know, the gang." Jimmy whispered, cautiously surveying the shop to see if anyone was listening.
"Oh, that. Um.. I guess. They're in back." Sam Jr. directed Jimmy to where he wanted to go.
Jimmy carefully walked into the back hallway and remembered the door he'd stepped through. The first time he'd stepped trough that door, he had an ocean of automatic weapons aimed at him. He wondered if that would be the case this time. He took a deep breath and opened the door.
Sure enough, at the sound of the door opening, all of the men in red and purple jerseys and bandanas raised their weapons at Jimmy.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! It's me, Jimmy Neutron. The guy that helped rob the place!" Jimmy couldn't control his voice out of fear. Did they even remember him? He got the answer soon enough.
"Hey! Lower the guns, hombres! Remember Sheen's friend? This is him!" one member announced. The men listened and lowered their guns.
"Hey, umm well I'm in a bit of a problem." Jimmy began.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! We got some questions of our own, man. What happened to Sheen, huh? We ain't seen him since he went to deliver your money in Madagascar." the man began as the rest shook their heads. This guy was bald and had a light goatee running down his chin. He wore no bandana, unlike the rest.
"Sheen's in the same problem I'm in. Let me explain." Jimmy explained everything, excluding the bits about Castillo. He didn't want these guys to know that he was an enemy of the man they work for.
"Oh, man. Uh, I'd say I could help, but I'd be lying. What do you guys think?" He turned to the others as they all started yelling out things in Spanish. Jimmy couldn't understand much.
"I don't think we can help, amigo. Maybe you can…" He began when another member came up to him and spoke to him in Spanish. It was a heated argument, but the leader finally gave in.
"Alright, look. Some of the guys think I could send you to Armando Montoya."
"Who?" Jimmy asked, puzzled.
"Armando Montoya. The merchant of crime. You know?"
"No, I don't know. Explain, please."
"Okay, well Armando Montoya was a member of this gang once upon a time. He was like the right hand man to Salvador Castillo Jr.. They were tight as hell, man. That is 'till Castillo got arrested for drug possession. When Castillo went to court, he was all against being jailed, so what did he do? He named names, one being Armando Montoya. Well, Castillo dodged jail time while Montoya went into jail. After serving three years of a ten year sentence, Montoya escaped by killing his philologist and two officers."
"Then what?" Jimmy was intrigued.
"Well, now Montoya was being chased, so he went back home to good 'ol Mexico. Now outta the cop's reach, he started up his own gang. They were for five years the leading source of crime in Mexico. After the gang collapsed, Montoya took the five-hundred million dollars he'd earned and started a new business. He give helping hands to criminals who can't get help elsewhere. He gives loans, sells guns, sells secrets, and trains those in need of training. Now, I take it that you probably need all of the above. Here's my offer. We'll help get you there and lend you some cash, but you gotta get Sheen back and repay us. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it. Thanks guys." Jimmy was gracious beyond belief. However, If this Armando Montoya was as dangerous as he thought he thought he was, he was in for a hell of a time. At least he got a free ride to Mexico, where Detective West had no authority.
Meanwhile, Detective West was, sure enough, driving to Sheen's home. Maybe he could get some info out of him. Blasting music, Detective West was driving carelessly down the highway when a car cut him off.
"Mother fu… he cut me off!" West's anger issues began to come out again. This time it was a bit bigger.
West sped up and crashed right into the corvette that had cut him off, causing the airbags to suddenly pop up. West got out of his car and walked to the man in the other car.
"Hey, man! Look what you did to my car, man!" The man, a muscular, blond high-school student. Obviously the jock type.
"I'm Retroville police, shitface. Get down on the ground!" West pushed the man.
"Whoa, man. It's all cool man. You can have the car, man. Just please don't arrest me! I didn't even do anything!" The jock cried.
"Didn't do anything? You cut me off you son of a bitch! I'll have you in jail like that!" West screamed.
"Wait! You can't arrest me for that! I got rights, man!" The jock tried to be tough now.
"That's true. That's true, but quite friggin' frankly, I don't give a shit! Hell, I'll plant this gun on you! I'll break my own nose and charge you with assaulting an officer, but either way, your nuts are mine jackass!" West was having a total outburst.
After settling on just hit and run, West loaded the man into his car and the two drove off together to Sheen's house. What they didn't know and what West had failed to realize is that during the little event on the highway, Sheen's car drove past with Sheen and Cindy inside and a truckload of baggage.
After ringing the doorbell thrice, West kicked the door in.
"Look dude, I'm just gonna wait out here, okay?" the jock said.
"Nope. You're coming in with me or I'll kill you now." West said with a smile. He dragged the jock into the house and walked into the next room.
"What's your name, kid." West asked the jock.
"Bob Castro…" the jock replied.
"You got a family, Bob?"
"Yeah, my mom and dad. I got a girlfriend too."
"I'll be sure to apologize to them."
"Apologize for what?"
Just then, in one swift motion, Detective West pulled the gun from his holster and fired a single bullet through Bob's head with no remorse. West then removed his cell phone again.
"What you got, Troy?" the boss answered.
"I tried to find Sheen in his house, but he bailed. And guess what? I found a damn body in the place! The guy's name is Bob Castro. He was shot in the head. I have reason to believe that this man was killed by Sheen himself." West lied once again.
"I'll send an ambulance. And look, we found something interesting. We asked some people by the motel, and they say they saw a man matching Jimmy's description getting into a car for a lift. Well, we looked on our satellites and found that same car parked outside of a 1108 Parkway Drive, Meadowview. Guess who lives there?"
"Hit me." West said.
"One Hugh Neutron, the father of our guy. We are getting a warrant together as we speak for you to ask him a few questions."
"You don't say? I'll stop by for the warrant on my way." West told his boss.
At that time, the song "How to Save a Life" by the Fray came onto the radio in Sheen's low-rider.
"Turn it up." Cindy said.
"Why?" Sheen asked.
"I don't know, it just makes me think of Jimmy." She answered.
"Okay…," Sheen turned the knob up, "That okay?"
"Yeah." They both sat silently looking out the window, watching the trees, cars, and street signs go by. It all seemed so natural. So careless. At that moment, Cindy felt careless. She felt at piece for one moment.
"You think we'll ever get out of this mess." Cindy asked.
"You mean out of crime? Maybe. If Jimmy pulls off getting Castillo and Lazanno off our backs, then probably. Just don't think about it right now. I'm going to do all I can. Okay?" Sheen explained.
"Yeah, sure." Cindy smiled.
Sheen was telling the truth, mostly. He was going to do all he could, but he did have many doubts about Jimmy. He was going up against one of America's most dangerous gangs, the mafia, and a dangerous detective. How could anyone expect Jimmy to survive. Sheen and Cindy knew that there was one thing that strung them and Jimmy together at that time. They all shared a common feeling. Hope.
West stopped by the police station to pick up his warrant before heading out to Meadowview. Maybe he could suck some information out of Jimmy's dad. Unfortunately, it would be harder to get information from a loved one. He'd really have to step up his game for this guy.
He took one last stop to buy a steel pipe.
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