Chapter Four
Everett
I stepped inside my new house, holding Jane as carefully and stable as I could with one arm while I closed the door behind me with my other. Thankfully, she didn't wake up. I tucked her in carefully, made sure she was still sleeping soundly, and then tiptoed out and turned off the light.
I could finally relax after what had been a very busy and eventful day.
The house was still in a mess, full of empty, half-unpacked, and still-unpacked boxes, but I was too tired to do anything about it at this hour.
One item I had unpacked already was my bottle of single malt whiskey, which I now got out. I poured myself a glass on the rocks and then headed out to my porch.
I kept the porch light off as I sat down on a deck chair. It was nice to simply relax in the cool air of the evening, with the light from the street lamps providing subtle illumination. They weren't quite as bright or harsh as they were on the sidewalk. Up above, the sky was clear, sprinkled with a few stars and a crescent moon. All in all, it had been a good day. I knew I was going to be in for quite a challenge at JFK High, but I put that to the back of my mind and instead just focused on the present.
I couldn't help but stare across the street at Vivienne's house. One of her lights was still on, so I guessed she was still up. I got out my phone and was almost tempted to start a chat with her, but in the end, I decided not to. I wasn't sure yet what my own intentions were with that idea so she’d sure be wondering.
I was strongly attracted to her, that was for sure, and I could tell that at least some of that feeling was reciprocal, but I also sensed she was being guarded about something, and was holding onto something – perhaps many things.
Of course, it wasn't as if I didn't have my own secrets, things I was holding back from everyone I'd met in this town. There were things about my past that they didn't need to know. Hell, that I didn't want to think about anymore.
I swallowed a mouthful of whiskey, upset that my thoughts were wandering into this territory. This was supposed to have been a relaxing time on the porch, not a trip into the hell that my memory lane strolled through.
The whiskey calmed me down, though, and my thoughts returned to the present. I looked across at her house one more time, knocked back another swallow of whiskey, and then simply smiled to myself, enjoying the summer evening.
***
I woke up bright and early the next morning, at five am sharp, as I always did, and got ready for my seven-mile “jog” – it was seven miles on the treadmill in the gym I'd set up in the spare room. I didn't want to be far away from Jane. Obviously, I would have preferred to be outdoors, running on the streets and through parks with other joggers, but my lil' sweet pea was my first priority.
I did my warm ups, plugged in my iPad with a good, rockin' playlist to get me revved up, and then started jogging. After I had completed my seven miles, I had a good hard session on my boxing bag, practicing a variety of punches, kicks, and combos, and by the end of it, I was spent. I had a protein shake and then tiptoed past Jane's room. It was only six thirty now, and I didn't want to wake her up.
After a hot shower, though, it was closer to seven, so I woke her up so that we could have breakfast together.
“Am I gonna see Vivienne today again?” she asked. “I like Vivienne.”
I chuckled.
“Not today, sweet pea. But I'm happy you like her. Do you wanna tell daddy why you like her so much?”
“She's looks like Elsa. And she's nice! And she reads good stories to me. She read me Goldilocks and the Three Bears last night. I don't remember most of it, though. But I liked it! I wanna go back to Vivienne's house and listen to Goldilocks and the Three Bears again!”
I ruffled her hair playfully.
“Well, I'll ask Vivienne if she wouldn't mind reading you that story again sometime, but she's busy ya know.”
“But is she too busy to read to me?”
“I think she can make some time. Just maybe not today, alright? Come now, sweet pea, eat your cereal. Daddy can't be late for his new job, okay?”
“Okay,” she replied reluctantly and continued eating her cereal.
After she'd finished I got her cleaned up and dressed and then I locked the house up and drove her over to her daycare. I had half-considered taking her to Jane's daycare, but I had already paid upfront for the one she was at now, and besides, she had already made a friend there.
“Say hi to Tyler for me,” I said. “How old is he again?”
“He's four. I like Tyler,” she reminded me.
“And how old are you?”
“I'm three years and, uh, 10 months!”
“Yes, you are! Almost as old as Tyler, huh?”
“Tyler says he's got a pet bear at his house. I wanna go see his pet bear.”
“Are you sure he's got a pet bear?”
“He says so!” she insisted.
“Well, remember, sweet pea, not everything everyone says is true. Maybe he has one, but maybe he doesn't. Anyway, daddy has to go now. You have fun with Tyler, you hear?”
“Alright, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too, sweet pea.”
I went straight to the high school. The students were going to be due back later in the week, but today the staff was here, getting things ready for the coming academic year. I started off my day by doing my rounds and introducing myself to all the teachers and doing my best to familiarize myself with the layout of the school. After doing this for around two hours, I went back to my office, where I found Ben waiting for me.
“Ben, good to see you,” I said as I approached him. “Looks like everything is in order for the coming school year.”
“Looks like it, yeah,” he said, pushing his glasses up his thick nose. “Now what we have to worry about, besides the usual stuff, are the drugs. I've got some leads, and I was wondering if you'd be able to help me look into them.”
“I'd be happy to. What do you have?” I asked.
“That depends on how deep you wanna go,” he said, with a mysterious light sparkling in his eyes. “And whether you're prepared to, how shall I say this, cross certain boundaries.”
I nodded. “This is why you recommended me for this position, isn't it?” I asked. “Because of how I handled the boundaries at my previous school.”
He nodded. “We need a man who isn't afraid to get his hands a little dirty. To bend the rules. To do what's necessary for the greater good. You get my drift?”
“I do, Ben, I do. And after what you guys told me about the drug situation at this school, and how things were starting to spiral out of control with the last principal, I knew what I needed to do.”
“Good. Then I trust that you won't mind coming with me on a little 'lunch break' off the school premises.”
I grinned. “Not at all, Ben, not at all.”
“You know, of course, that we have to keep the details of our little field trips strictly between you and me, right Everett? If the school board were to find out about this stuff, they might not be too happy about it, you know? Both of our jobs could be on the line.”
“It's a risk I'm willing to take if it means we have a shot at stopping the flow of Rocket into the school,” I said, and I meant every word of it. “I was criticized by a lot of people for my hard-handed, old-school approach at my last job, but look at the results. I got the gangs out of the school, and I got kids who had been flunking out before to pass and even get good grades.”
“And that's exactly why I wanted you here. We have to get these drug-peddling bastards out of this school before they wreck any more lives. One death is one too many, and I will not have any more kids dropping out or, God forbid, dying under my watch.”
“I hear you, Ben, I hear you. Well, let's get this little 'lunch hour expedition' underway, shall we?”
“Yeah, let's go.”
I followed Ben out of the office block through the parking lot, and from there we walked across the football field and then headed out via the gate there.
“Where are we going, Ben?” I asked as he headed across a busy street and down an alleyway.
“There's an apartment building three blocks away,” he said. “Apparently, a lot of kids go there to buy Rocket, and plenty are using there as well. I figure if we can scope it out for a while, we might be able to learn something. You know, get closer to finding out the identities of the dealers themselves. If we can get a small-time dealer to squeal, we can start figuring out who's higher up the chain. Those are the fish we really wanna catch.”
“Alright. What's the plan?”
“You up for a bit of climbing?” he asked with a grin.
“I never say no to a good climb,” I replied. “What are we scaling?”
We headed down another alley, and things were definitely looking sketchier here. He pointed at a fire escape on the side of a building.
“If we can get up to the seventh floor via the fire escape there, we'll have a decent view of the outside of the apartment we're checking out. Only thing is, getting onto the fire escape itself – we'll need to maybe push a dumpster under it and climb up like that.”
“For a man who's almost 50, you have quite a sense of adventure,” I remarked with a chuckle.
“I just wanna get these damn drugs outta my school! Twenty-two years I've been working at JFK High. Twenty-two years, Everett. And I've never seen things get as bad as they were last year. This drug has to be stopped, and I'll do whatever it takes to stop it.”
“That's the spirit, Ben. I've got a feeling you and I are going to get along quite well. Come on, let's get up on the fire escape.”
We pushed a large crate up the alley, positioning it just below the fire escape. After that, because I was fitter and stronger, I climbed up onto the fire escape and then hung down and offered a hand to Ben to help him up, too. With a bit of effort, I was able to get him up.
“Alright, now let's head to the seventh floor. Keep your footsteps light; we don't want anyone to hear us out here.”
I nodded and crept up the fire escape with Ben following me and doing his best to remain quiet. We reached the seventh floor soon enough, and as Ben had said, there was a window through which we could see apartment 702, the one apparently used by the drug dealers. Not much seemed to be happening, though. We could hear someone was inside from the thumping bass coming through the door, we couldn't actually see anything.
“What time should we be back at the school?” I asked Ben.
“In no more than an hour, otherwise people are gonna start getting suspicious.”
“Let's hope something happens in that time. I would hate to have done all this for nothing.”
“Me too.”
We each took five-minute shifts watching, one person looking through the window and another looking down at the alley, making sure nobody had spotted us on the fire escape. Eventually, though, when it was my turn to watch through the window, the door finally opened.
“Ben,” I hissed quietly and snapped my fingers to get his attention. I pointed in the direction of a scrawny-looking teenager dressed in hip-hop-style street wear with long, greasy blond hair was talking to a muscular, tattooed man in his twenties in the doorway. The man handed him a large bag of something, which the kid tucked under his shirt, and then he and the man performed some sort of elaborate handshake, after which the man went back inside.
“That damn kid goes to our school,” growled Ben. Suddenly he shouted through the window. “Hey, Panetti, we got you! What the hell are you doing here, huh?”
The kid spun around on his heels, his eyes wide with fright. Then he saw us looking through the window and immediately bolted.
“Damn it, Ben, why'd you do that?” I snapped as I pushed past him and raced down the fire escape.
“Sorry, Everett,” he called out as he hurried down after me, huffing and blowing. “I just lost my cool when I saw that damn kid!”
“If he gets away, we've wasted this whole hour!” I shouted back at him.
As I got to the second floor, I saw the kid burst out of the door below us. This was it, this was my only chance to get him, and there was only one way to do it.
“What the hell are you doing?!” shouted Ben as he saw what I was about to do. “Don't; you'll break your neck!”
But I knew what I was doing, and I knew I could make the jump – so jump I did. I soared through the air, accelerated with a terrifying speed toward the ground, and then landed with a tumbling roll, and came up running. I sprinted after the kid, gaining quickly on him. I grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt – and that's when he spun around and slashed at me with a knife.
I whipped my arm away just in time, but at the same time, I lunged forward and grabbed his wrist swiftly. I could have broken it, but he was just a kid, so I gave it a good painful jerk, forcing him to drop the knife, and then I yanked his arm behind him and pulled it up behind his back.
“Ow, ow, you're hurting me!” he whined.
“And you just tried to stab me, you lil' punk! Get the drugs out from under your shirt, now!”
“I don't know what you're talking about!”
“We saw you, Panetti,” Ben gasped as he came stumbling along, panting for breath and sweating profusely. “And what's more, I've got it on video. The drugs, and you taking a shot with the knife at Mr. James here.”
“And I believe that with those two charges put together – drug dealing and assault with a deadly weapon – you're looking at a minimum of 10 years in prison,” I said to the kid.
That was when he broke down, and tears started streaming down his face.
“I... I was just tryin' to make some extra cash, alright? My dad is a drunk, and he lost his job six months ago. My mom don't have much education, and she's tryin' to support our family on a waitress' pay. I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson, I'm sorry... I just needed the money.”
“Well how about this, Panetti,” I said. “That is your name, right?”
The kid sniffed and nodded.
“You give me the drugs, and I'll give you whatever their street value is – and we won't turn you in.”
“You... you won't?” the kid asked between sniffles.
“No, but there's one condition,” I added.
“Alright, I'll do anything man, anything...”
“We need you to help us out. I’ll make sure you have money to help your family. But we need to know that we can trust you – because you if try to feed us false information, or lie to protect those drug-dealing scumbags, just remember: we can turn you in and that means a minimum 10-year prison sentence. Got it? So, are you gonna help us?”
He nodded, still sniffling with tears in his eyes.
“I'll help,” he said. “I just have one question.”
“Fire away, Panetti.”
“Who... who are you?”
I grinned before replying.
“I'm your new principal, Mr. Panetti.”