Paranoia Can Kill: Waking a Retired Killer Can Be Dangerous to Your Health

By Charlie

To almost everyone, CHARLIE WILSON is a retired executive. To a select few, he is a retired hit man for the Magnetti Family. In a fit of rage, Charlie kills a child abuser with a gun he used in a number of mob hits more than a decade ago. When the FBI connects the killings and the press becomes aware of the situation, attention is focused on the new head of the Magnetti family. The new family head, who didnt even know Charlie was alive before the press called him, decides to kill him. His decision starts a chain of events that leads to the death of a dozen people and the destruction of the Magnetti crime family.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Jul 31, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466942585

Charlie

Born and raised in UK, Charlie is an engineer who likes sailing and music (Cello). He has lived around the world and is now happily married and living in Adelaide. He has two children and 5 grandchildren.

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Paranoia

Can Kill

Waking a Retired Killer can be dangerous to your health

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ISBN: 978-1-4669-4257-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4669-4259-2 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4669-4258-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012910692

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Contents

PREFACE

CHAPTER 1 The Event

CHAPTER 2 The Nightmare Cop

CHAPTER 3 Hilton Head

CHAPTER 4 The Connection

CHAPTER 5 The Beginning

CHAPTER 6 The Contract

CHAPTER 7 Sending A Message

CHAPTER 8 The Bahamas

CHAPTER 9 Message Received

CHAPTER 10 The F.B.I. Is Interested

CHAPTER 11 The Meet

CHAPTER 12 Bad News From Hilton Head

CHAPTER 13 The FBI Starts To Check Charlie

CHAPTER 14 The Exit Strategy

CHAPTER 15 The First Day Of The Rest Of Charlie’s Life

CHAPTER 16 Who’s in Charge?

CHAPTER 17 The Funeral

CHAPTER 18 Peace at Last

CHAPTER 19 Finding The Hit Man

CHAPTER 20 Finally Some Good News

CHAPTER 21 A Bad News Day

CHAPTER 22 Another Funeral

CHAPTER 23 Lola Gets Even

CHAPTER 24 It’s Wedding Time

CHAPTER 25 The End

PREFACE

Charlie Wilson was a retired hitman for a New York crime Family. When he used a gun, traceable to his mafia killings, to kill an abuser, the paranoid head of the Family decides to kill him. The chain of events following his decision caused the death of a dozen people and the destruction of the Magnetti Crime Family.

CHAPTER 1

The Event

The sun was just breaking over the golf course when Charlie started out of the house. He had to get the last item to be packed. The movers had packed all of the household goods, including several weapons, into the moving van, yesterday. Helen and Charlie had packed all of their precious, breakable items into the car. This last item was to go into the trunk of the car with other precious items, but last night’s confrontation, with Juan, would make Charlie use it before he packed it.

Suddenly, the golf course sprinklers started to spray fifty foot jets of water. They always provided Charlie with a water show as the sunlight sparkled through the mist that drifted over the golf course. It was his own little backyard Bellogio. He picked up a small shovel and walked down the steps of the deck to the backyard and out to the bird feeder. He moved the feeder aside and dug into the soft earth about six inches to find an oak box he had buried eleven years ago. It was inscribed friends forever. He carried the box up to the deck remembering back to the day, 40 years ago, that Sal had given it to him. He brushed off the dirt, opened the box and removed the cold, blue steel gun. Charlie screwed on the silencer, closed the box and put the gun in the waistband of his shorts and covered it with his shirt. He wondered what Sal would say about what he was about to do.

Charlie walked back down the deck stairs and through the bushes on the side of his house to the bike path that ran along the roadway. After about three blocks, the bike path crossed the street and ran along the front of the horse farm. The horses were out running around making horse prints in the morning dew. They played like little children stopping every once in a while to nibble on the bales of hay. Charlie would miss putting his granddaughter on the pony named Sparkle, but it, like everything else changed as the grandchildren grew up and went to school. Now the grandkids only came to visit on Christmas and Easter and the Hilton Head climate was a little too cool. Charlie and Helen hoped that the Florida weather would be warmer for them and they would get to see them more often. As he crossed the next street, he saw the cemetery coming up on the left. He wondered if any other community had its own private cemetery, it seemed odd but then Sea Pines was a very unique place.

As he crossed into the cemetery and started down the gravel road, Charlie began to think about last night. He and Helen were out for a walk when they heard the little boy’s screams coming from the cemetery and saw the caretaker beating his son with a thick leather belt and huge brass buckle. This was the third or fourth time they had seen Juan beat his son Luis. They had stopped him once before and other people in the neighborhood had called the Police and Social Services. On one occasion, the doctors at the hospital had called the police when Luis was admitted with cuts and a broken arm. He was saved from arrest when Juan’s wife and son claimed that the boy had tripped over a toy and fallen down the stairs. Unfortunately, Juan was a typical abuser, saved by a family who always protected him because he always promised he would never do it again. A police officer had told Charlie that it was only a matter of time before he killed Luis.

This time was different for Helen and Charlie, Luis was cowering on the ground with blood on his forehead and arm. Juan, who was a small Mexican with dark hair and a beard, obviously needed to bully some one so as to feel important. Charlie ripped the belt from Juan’s hand and the caretaker screamed, You old fart, he belongs to me, and I’ll do whatever I want to him, he’s my property. Not in this country you little asshole, if I have to, I’ll kill you. Juan threw the boy in his truck and screamed out the window, You’re an old fuck who should mind his own business. Unfortunately for Juan, Charlie’s and more importantly Helen’s grandson was the same age as Luis, and in Helen and Charlie’s mind, it just became their business.

He was about 50 yards away from Juan, who was working on a power mower in the back of the maintenance area near the tool shed. He surveyed the area no cars, no people, a few deer 100 yards away. He was walking faster now almost running. He was in a rush to kill the fuck. At 20 yards, Juan saw him and stepped around the mower with a large wrench in his hand. Your back again, you old meddling bastard. Charlie thought to himself, not old, just retired. At 10 yards, he pulled out the gun and put two shots in Juan’s chest. The force of the bullets drove him over the mower. As Charlie stepped around the mower, Juan tried to move but Charlie put another bullet in the back of his head. Juan would never hit Luis again.

Charlie put the gun back in his waistband and looked around. Nothing! The shots were so silent that two deer about 100 yards away continued to feed. Charlie felt safe. He was amazed, how all those instincts from a decade ago had kicked into gear as if it was yesterday. He mused to himself, it’s like riding a bike or making love, you never forget.

As he walked out of the cemetery, he thought about the potential ramifications of what he had just done. He doubted that a small town police force would check the slugs with the FBI data base and discover that they came from a gun used in more than a dozen Mafia hit’s a decade ago. The silencer and method of the killing would cause some suspicion but the silence early in the morning was worth the risk.

As he crossed the street to the horse farm, his favorite mare spotted him and came running over for her apple. Everyday, Charlie would cut up a couple of apples and put them in his pocket for his daily walk. Today was no exception. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his friend Bill walking toward him. The horses are going to miss you Charlie. In fact, we’re all going to miss you. I’ll miss you more than most because I won’t have a Yankee fan to tease when the Sox’s kick their asses. Yeah, I know you Sox’s fans have two world series wins, we have 26, but you still think you’re the best. It’s the curse of the Bambino. It fried every Red Sox fan’s brain when you sold us Ruth in 1919 and the retardation has passed on through generations to you. Bill laughed, wait till the playoffs. They shook hands and Charlie continued his walk home.

This time he went around to the driveway and punched the garage door code. He stepped inside and closed the door. Once inside, he took off all his clothes including his sneakers and put them in the black garbage bag he had left out the night before. Charlie walked to the outside dressing area, took a shower, dressed in the new clothes, and threw the garbage bag in the trunk. Finally, as a precaution, he dismantled the gun into 10 or 12 pieces putting the pieces in a small box in the trunk.

Charlie walked around the house to the deck. Helen was sitting on the screened-in porch drinking coffee. Want some? Can’t wait. Charlie usually had two cups before his walk but today his mind was elsewhere and he skipped. How did it go? Perfect, Juan will never hit Luis again. Did we do the right thing, she asked?. Yes, we had to stop the abuse but now we have to live with the consequences.

They had talked about the situation over and over into the wee hours of the morning. Charlie and Helen had been best friends for 45 years and talked over every decision they ever made. Both of them were well aware of the chance they were taking, but Helen thought of that little boy being beaten for the next ten years and it was more than she could bear. She told Charlie he would kill a mobster without blinking an eye and it was time for him to protect Luis.

Helen got up and went into the house to take a shower. Charlie sat with his coffee and thought about his 30 years as an enforcer for the Magnetti Family. It started by accident in 1957 and lasted till his retirement in 1989. During that time, Charlie was in the Navy Seal, a design engineer for Bell Labs and an executive in the Telephone Company.

To the world outside the Magnetti Family, he was a quiet, ordinary guy with a wife and three kids. To Sal and the Family he was a deadly assassin. During those thirty years, he was an invaluable asset that put and kept the Magnetti’s in power. His profession gave him the flexibility to travel, his intelligence kept him far ahead of the authorities and his Navy training made him deadly. The relationship made him a multi-millionaire with his money invested in the Caymans and Grand Bahama.

At 11:30am, the two of them checked the house for things that might be left behind and left the house for the last time. After they passed through the security gate, Charlie made a right into the Public’s parking lot. He pulled around behind the store, opened the trunk and threw the black garbage bag into the huge dumpster. Next stop was Wild Wings for lunch with Patty.

Their daughter Patty had lived with them for almost forty years but she had decided not to move to Naples. She had her friends, job and needed to spread her wings. Of course, her mother didn’t think so and was very upset. Both Charlie and, more so Helen, had buyers remorse over the move to Naples. The move to Naples seemed like a good idea in June, but by October, leaving Patty and most importantly her house seemed like a stupid idea. From Charlie’s point-of-view 52 windows, 4 skylights, a 3600 square foot house surrounded by huge oak trees, that never stopped dropping leaves on a roof that needed to be blown, was more than he could leave for Helen, if he should die. The lady down the block had lost her husband five years ago and Charlie watched her deteriorate under the work and stress of the house. At 65, Charlie couldn’t take the chance of leaving Helen in that situation.

Wild Wings was their favorite pub. Danny the bartender was a dream for the patrons with free drinks and sometimes free food. It was great for Danny because of the great tips. However, if you were the owner of the pub trying to make a living, he was a disaster.

Wild Wings had awesome chicken. Charlie and Helen loved the honey mustard and barbeque wings. Patty loved the virgin wings. The best night was two-for one-Tuesday when they ran a two for one special. On those nights, the free world would come to Wild Wings. Helen and Charlie would meet their friends Betty, Charlie, Jay and Kathy for dozens of wings and a night of beer, wine and lots of laughs.

Today, they ordered a honey mustard and virgin with three diet cokes. Patty arrived at 12:15pm and they talked about her coming to Naples. That had been the subject of their conversation in recent months but she was sure she wanted to stay in Hilton Head. Her mother wanted her to know that they were only a few hours away and she was welcome to change her mind at any