Revenge Through My Mother's Eyes: Son of the Dead

By Charlie "Chawtoma" Davis

The mysterious story of a five-year-old—before birth. He tells a story, a convincing story of being covered in his mother’s womb when some bad men brutally murdered his father and shot his mother. The ambitious five-year-old convinces the justice department to entangle with the bad men reopening a cold case on an unsolved dubious past. Revenge through My Mother’s Eyes is not only supernatural. It’s a runaway crime drama of survival, the survival of an innocent child from the mother’s womb. The story gives the reader a look beyond the limits of life and captures the minds of some monstrous killers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781645442752

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Chapter One

Illegal drugs have always been big business, but when the government passes legislation to make some forms of illegal drugs a social matter, it becomes an even bigger problem.

The government takes a position of a long silence, just lying quiet, listening and waiting like a gabion viper, but the government raised its head up and looked around and determined this drug business won’t go away, so let’s add legislation and restrictions.

The Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) constructed, organized, and fully empowered a task force to regulate the lucrative drug business according to the existent laws. The six DEA agents were mean, physically strong, and intelligent.

There was a seventh member of the team, and there was nothing simple about number seven. Jarrat Carden was born for action. The government believed he was created for the job of regulating and enforcing drug laws. Jarrat was born and raised in Texas, boarding Mexico. He was the son of a Texan oil executive. Jarrat stood six feet two inches and solid muscle, was recruited by the Texas Rangers from college, but only worked a few years before the FBI made a bid on giving him a life career. They wanted him mainly because of his ability to speak multiple languages. This young thirty-two-year-old was the ideal man to breathe a life of justice into the losing war on drugs. The only FBI agent in the group would be the chosen one to lead the group of agents operating in the New York and New Jersey areas. So many law enforcement officers get caught up in the drug charges because methamphetamine, heroin, and cocaine are a trillion-dollar business. The few states that allow marijuana have become states profiting millions overnight.

Drug Enforcement teams (the undercovers and the squads making the busts) encounter a higher risk of danger than the regular cops taking on jobs.

It was a Friday early evening when the American Ironclad Masters (AIM) assembled themselves in a small area connected to the police precinct, located in Midtown West, New York City. Six men were seated, as Special Agent Jarrat Carden stood in front of a small podium. Okay men, agents, this team was chosen and formed because we have much in common, stated Agent Carden, as one gentleman poked his hand up. Agent, please allow me to finish my thought, suggested Agent Carden. Our orders come from the United States Department of Justice, which mean we are to make our reports and submission apps to the Department of Justice, but please understand that the reports must be viewed by me. Agent Carden paused and opened a box. In this pack is a uniform, different from anything NYPD has used on the job. These uniforms were manufactured in Russia, modified down in the Texas Panhandle, and approved by the federal government. This overwhelming armor-clad look is special. You are to wear your mask at all times when we are working outside of the barracks, explained Special Agent Carden. Okay, I’ll take questions concerning the uniform.

Is it bulletproof? asked Agent Calihan.

Only the thigh and tibia, or shinbone. You will wear your department-issued vest, answered Agent Carden.

Boss, called an agent seated to the right side of the room.

Agent, please don’t call me Boss. I am Agent Carden, or it’s all right to call me JC but not Boss, corrected Agent Carden.

Okay, JC, do we have to wear the alien suit? the gentleman asked.

The answer is yes, but let’s get better acquainted before the first major job falls on the squad, suggested Agent Carden. He took a glance on his computer device on the podium. Jack Calihan, DEA Agent Jack, you raised your hand.

I am Jack, answered the gentleman seated to the right side.

Just raise your hand please, suggested Agent Carden.

Morgan Goodman, Kozark Delrigo, Jason Cardova, Corternier Scoverelli, Richard Newcastle, gentlemen, you already know me. My name is Special Agent Jarrat Carden. I am thirty-two years old. My wife and I are expecting our first child—why mention that? Because that’s first priority in my life."

That’s fascinating, Agent JC. We all got wives, live in, live out, hotel, motel, don’t tell, who gives a freak, said Agent Delrigo.

What Rigo is saying is that we don’t really care. We are narcs, and the likelihood of the risk is that we may not make it home to the wife and warm bed. We are soldiers, and it’s a damn war in the streets of America, explained Jack Calihan.

Agent Calihan, we know there’s a war in the streets. That’s one reason this squad has been chosen to make the difference, stated Special Agent Carden.

So you are assigned to AIM? questioned Jason Cardova.

Now that’s a question you already know the answer to, so everyone hold their questions and allow me to finish the follow up on my briefing. He hesitated a moment. No, the record of AIM’s Squad compared to other task forces in this area has been overwhelming.

Evidently not, Agent Carden. Washington has assigned you, the FBI, interrupted Agent Cardova.

Agent Cardova, question—do you want to arm wrestle me? If so, you pick the place or allow me to finish my briefing, warned Agent Carden.

Agent Cardova stood and grinned, pushing his sleeves up.

Dova, sit down, man, and stop being a clown. He’s just joking, reminded Richard Newcastle.

I don’t know, I figure he wants to test these guns, responded Cardova, flexing his muscles.

Now the evidence generated from NYPD and the mayor’s office is that AIM has significantly caused a decrease in drug-related crimes. The development is going to continue. There will absolutely be no decreasing the numbers. The percentage will rise and so will you, or we will receive recommendations from the US attorney general’s office to travel some other place as a special team, but we must be on the same page, suggested Agent Carden.

Now the six of you have generated some impressive results comparing the number of arrests but also the number of convictions have double and that’s what counts, explained Special Agent Carden. As everybody remained quiet, arrests are only as good as the convictions that follow.

Your police work has a positive impact on NYPD, and a tremendous impact on individuals, the residents of New York City, explained Agent Carden as Agent Scoverelli raised his hand high. Okay, Agent Scoverelli, your question.

I, Mr. Boss, I don’t mean no disrespect but all of that sound like good news, but if we seven are going to be a team like we six have already proven to be, what is it the city wants?

Okay, this is America, and it doesn’t matter how good your numbers are. Someone somehow, some way, will target your lifestyle to make sure you only use what your salaries allow, revealed Agent Carden.

Maybe someone is monitoring your lifestyle? he questioned.

Are you saying someone in the government is accusing us of sticking and slicking? asked Agent Calihan.

No, that’s not what I am saying. There are no accusations like that so far, but the positive results must be positively reported, answered Agent Carden. Guys, I am on your side.

Carden, called Agent Calihan.

No, call me Agent Carden or JC please.

Agent Carden, the government sent you all the way from Texas to spy on us. You bring your family, so you’re going to be here a while to join a team that’s causing impressive results already—don’t make sense? questioned Agent Calihan.

You are entirely wrong, I am not a spy.

Agent Carden, let’s be for real. We are DEA, hardcore living a dangerously high-risk lifestyle, living on the edge of heart attack, stroke, could be killed in the line of duty, will receive no recognition like a municipal cop, and the government assigns an FBI wise guy, younger than either one of us, spoke Agent Calihan again.

Agent Calihan, are you the leader or control man in this group?

Hell no, mister, no one controls AIM. We are blood brothers. You heard of a blue wall of silence? Well, we are the blood wall of silence. It is blood that connects us, reminded Agent Calihan.

Interestingly, Agent Calihan you are the leader because some of you have been quiet, which is to say you all agree with Agent Calihan’s saturated questions and answers, meaning that his opinion is soaked in.

Like Calihan said, no one controls AIM, reminded Agent Scoverelli.

Your influential comments can be made now before I give you the instructions coming from the US DOJ. Okay, there are no comments, it’s time to take action, can’t catch the bad guys in this lunch room.

Did I hear you say lunch room? questioned Agent Calihan.

Yes, this is like a lunch room break. It’s time to increase your physical activity and feed your criminal minds. The brain is a moving mechanism, so I need your attention to the magnetic screen on the wall, asked Agent Carden as the agents looked up. These are the states where drugs are legal, was what Agent Carden said to get everyone’s attention.

Did you say legal drugs? questioned Calihan.

Yes, that’s what I said, so listen up and pay attention, asked Agent Calihan. The legality of cannabis by the government is not just medical marijuana anymore, it’s the legalization of recreational marijuana. Now since the 1990s, states have legalized medical marijuana from Alaska to Washington. The only residency requirement is that the purchaser be eighteen to twenty years old. Now comes the recreational use being legalized. Now those states that have legalized the recreational use have reported a tremendous impact in revenue, which means other states will follow especially when you got cities filing bankruptcy. I am almost finished. Now when I refer to drugs, I am referring to other drugs besides marijuana—marijuana or cannabis only opens the window for the big guys like heroin. Just to remind you that drug abuse is a very common problem in most countries, so this is the reason our squad or AIM is selected to make the difference, and working together, we can make the difference.

"You got heroin, cocaine, methamphetamine, crack cocaine, LSD, ecstasy, opium marijuana (or the married woman), psilocybin mushrooms, and PCP, which is a dissociative drug formerly used as an anesthetic agent exhibiting hallucinogenic and neurotoxin effects. It is commonly known as angel dust, but is also known as wet, sperm, wick, and many other names, even hog, explained Agent Cardin. It’s all bad news," he added.

So, Agent Cardin, what you need us for? asked Agent Goodman

Agent Goodman, that’s a good question, sir, responded Agent Cardin as he searched the others. The best question today, Agent Goodman. Everyone take a look at the chart or the map. He pointed to the chart. "Here we are in New York and New Jersey, and where there’s legal sales, the illegal dealers or underworld can’t make no money in the streets, so they fight over the few sales or move or migrate to where there’s a huge population. Drugs are in demand in the streets on the movie stages—they need it to perform. The politicians need it, the corporate world needs it. Now drugs are pouring into the metropolitan area in epidemic proportions. It can’t entirely be explained, so there is where AIM continues to be a main player. We have been empowered by the Department of Justice, plus AIM has an elevation of empowerment associated with a special legislation that’s amended to arrest powers. Search and seize meaning is regulated, police investigation becomes padlocked or limited, and the special legislation allows AIM to respect the Fourth Amendment by soaking it like a sponge and sprinkling some continental fire on the situation like the colonial days before these handicap laws were formed. He stopped and laughed. Guys, scratch the last statement—just joking. Here’s your amended article. It’s not transparent, likewise are your raises, so keep the little booklet to yourself because only AIM is instructed to regulate or apply these new areas, only AIM. He described the little booklets. Now to remind you of just how serious the government is about the huge amount of drugs pouring into the metro area, we have two armored vehicles waiting in the FBI garage, a cost of a half million each." He keyed a switch on the screen, and the photos were flashed or displayed on the monitor.

"That looks like the vehicle the Rock operated on Fast and Furious 5," joked Agent Scoverelli.

Now you be like Big Luke Hobbs—this is some real stuff, we are fixing to tackle all of the police agencies across the metropolitan area and have been given our logo and full identity. other agencies are fully informed as who we are and how to contact us, which means we will be randomly assigned sometimes.

Now, Agent Carden, this all sounds good, but this additional stuff kind of divert us away from our normal progressive routine. Maybe the numbers will fall, questioned Agent Calihan.

Agent Calihan, believe me, the number will escalate. Trust me, we have our orders. Let’s get dressed, receive our vehicles from the garage shop, and start this intervention drug program. That’s right, the vehicles aren’t just armor-clads. They are equipped with first-aid kits just in case someone overdoses or goes into hallucinations. We are also a team that’s organized to protect and serve. We are going to dress up, mount up, and ride to Jersey for a preliminary military exercise at the military base. After that, we will go on duty at 2200 hours to 0600 hours unless we receive a random assignment, ordered Agent Carden.

Chapter Two

The AIM Squad dressed in the new gear, and rolling towards New Jersey in the new armor-clad vehicles. Special Agent Jarrat Carden was the operator of the first vehicle, and of course, Agent Jack Calihan was the operator of the second vehicle.

There were communications between vehicles, being that the military vehicles were equipped with many different electronic devices.

A-t-40 (Calihan) to A-t-50 (Carden).

A-t-50 (Carden), bring it.

Okay, this is A-t-40, this vehicle operates like a Rolls Royce.

Maybe you never operated a Rolls Royce, answered Agent Carden, A-t-50.

A-t-50 (Carden), that’s where we are going to the base. We have some of the military personnel to give the squad some education and training on this new equipment. This equipment is some military technology that’s far more advanced than anything the domestic police has ever experienced, explained Agent (A-t-50) Carden.

When the AIM Squad arrived on the base and moved through checkpoint, they followed an army vehicle around the building to the training ground and parked. There were two army officers who had been elevated from the Hummas. Special Agent Jarrat Carden, Lieutenant Chatwad, and Sergeant Hored, you’re one day late, reminded the army officer.

Yes, I’m a little bit late. I have a pregnant wife who will give birth soon, answered Agent Carden, but this is my team and we’re ready.

We wish you and your wife success, and now that you’re here, you and your team, let’s get started, said Lieutenant Chatwad as he opened a compartment in the rear of the Humma containing different weapons.

Now, Agent Carden, I know you’re late, but we must give you and your team at least eight hours of training to cover all requirements, reminded Lieutenant Chatwad.

Eight hours, Lieutenant? questioned Agent Calihan.

Who may you be? asked Sergeant Hored.

Agent Calihan, DEA.

Okay, Agent Calihan, you guys will need eight hours to train on this new equipment and new weaponry. You can drive your new vehicle, but you don’t have a full idea what this new innovated vehicle can do. You men will need at least eight hours to introduce the team to some new methods, stated Lieutenant Chatwad.

Now let’s get started. Some of you probably have had military training. All of you graduated the academy a while ago. Everything we do will be associated with improvements related to raising the effect of drugs pouring into the east and, Agent Carden, we hear you are an ex-ranger. You know how drugs can flood the area, speculated Lieutenant Chatwad.

Yes, I know, but this is the metropolitan area and there’s very little comparison.

Okay, let’s get started. We are your training officers, and the participants in this drill have to forget all assumptions approaching with an empty gut, suggested Lieutenant Chatwad. For the next few hours, the army officers and agents (AIM) went through several independent chosen exercises adjusting skills using small arms and the AR-15, an assault weapon built as a small arms rifle for the United States Armed Forces. The semi-automatic pistol FN P35, originally from Belgium and Canada, P225 semi automatic pistol from Switzerland, and the Remington 87D.C. 12-gauge shotgun, one of America’s finest. The more compelling results came from the vehicle oppositional test using the newly armor vehicles.

After the training, the AIM team was very tired and was given the night off. All the extra training was attributed to the years of experience already accumulated. The vehicles were returned to a NYPD equipment garage located in Midtown, New York. Everyone was dressed in civilian wear, preparing to leave the garage, when Agent Calihan spoke to Agent Carden. Hey, boss, we go this little private bar, a little liquor place where we’re going to grab a beer. You want to swing with us?

No, men, I will pass. I got to go and help my wife. I called her already, she’s waiting, reminded Agent Carden.

Hmmm, grunted Agent Calihan. Not that you don’t want to flock with the team, is it?

There’s nothing possible I can do to possibly prevent you from believing what you’re thinking, but my wife needs me now. She’s pregnant. Sorry, men, was Agent Carden’s response.

Just remember, all work and no play is no good for the soul, reminded Agent Scoverelli.

I know that, Agent Scoverelli, said Agent Carden and added, You men just make sure your alcohol consumption is social and moderate because tomorrow night is jungle time.

Respectively, boss, a good suggestion from us is enjoy your family because we aren’t promised tomorrow, reminded Agent Calihan as he left the ramp leading to the parking lot.

Appears a little ned fed don’t want to mix, said Agent Calihan.

Agent Carden entered his small loft apartment on the west side in view of the west side highway. His wife was waiting in the small living room lying on the couch.

Maria, darling, you still waiting up? Agent Carden greeted his wife of five years.

Ja, I felt you will never get home. We miss you, she said smiling with her arms open lying stretched on the couch, as he removed his civilian clothes. Agent Carden was wearing only his underwear when he fell into his wife’s arms and embraced her tightly and eased his head low to rest on her enlarged stomach. I know your stomach isn’t empty, because you couldn’t have eaten that much.

Ja, please, honey, that’s Jarrat Junior, he’s almost seven months now, she reminded, captivated by a happy face.

Agent Carden just continued to hold his right ear on her stomach as though he was extremely tired. Immediately, he felt the commotion in his wife’s stomach, and it alerted him. Baby, baby, he yelled, did you feel the baby kick?

Did I feel the baby kick? she joked.

My god, ja, he’s in my stomach. Of course I felt him kick. He doing karate on your butt, which likely, he’s simply just letting us know that he’s in control already, reminded Maria.

Darling, he called, rising from the couch, would you like me to fix you a small, unique, and delicious late supper?

No, because I ordered Chinese food.

Chinese food?

Yes, I ordered Chinese food because I’ve been going crazy over chocolate candy and Chinese food, and after you eat, I need you to do something for me, she informed.

Darling, I don’t have to eat at this moment, but you have to watch everything you eat because of both the glycemic index and the carbohydrate content, because everything you eat can simply affect the health of our child, explained Agent Carden.

Now you’re starting to sound like a gynecologist or nutritionist. I try to watch what I eat, but sometimes I like cheese, chocolate and ice cream mixed—sorry, that’s my cravings, just a little problem, she whispered in his ear.

Agent Carden’s wife, Maria, a beautiful Hispanic lady from his hometown of Amarillo, Potter County, Texas Panhandle, was very much in love with her husband.

So, baby, what is it you want me to do for you? asked Agent Carden.

First I want you to eat your food and take a shower, and after, report to me like you make it your business to report to that job, she requested.

Okay, he agreed, respectfully removing himself quickly and walking toward the small kitchen. Immediately after Agent Carden had taken his shower, he discovered Maria had gotten in bed but was very much awake.

Maria, my little wife, I am so curious, what is it you want from me? he asked with the willingness to do anything she wanted.

Okay, my husband, grab that tube of coco butter and coco oil and start very slow and very gentle, massage my stomach, she asked as she rubbed his face and channeled her fingers through his hair.

He started to rub her stomach very slowly and talked to the baby, Jarrat Junior, I know you hear me, little man, so please let Papa know, let Dada know that you hear me, feel me. Come on, little man, he begged.

Ja, I need you to allow the coco butter to saturate the skin, she very sexually murmured.

What?

Allow the coconut oil to absorb. Isn’t it true that after Jarrat Junior is born, you want my stomach to return to normal?

Yes, that’s true, but what’s your potential role right now? he asked.

Honey, you’re playing the important role in what I really need, which is likely due right now because you’re affecting my nipples, she joked with a sexual voice. Honey, recent study results in sexual research or hypotheses has proven that sexually, pregnant women are very hot.

But, baby, what about the baby? He may witness our naughtiness, joked Agent Carden as he started to massage her nipples until the act was too much to bear. She grabbed his ears and started to pull and abuse his ears. But, baby, the baby is moving. Sex may increase the risk of hurting the baby.

I’ve been told that an expectant mother needs her husband to scrub his snub, so don’t keep me waiting, she begged. Honey, she continued to beg.

But, baby, are you sure this won’t hurt Junior? he asked with concern. Junior is kicking and moving again.

Yes, yes, Junior is telling you he’s at no risk, he’s on your side, so come on, I am not giving birth for another two months. Ja, honey, you can’t make me pregnant again, so place your arms around me tightly from the rear, she demanded as they played under the covers.

The AIM team was socializing and sharing a few drinks in a small bar on the west side of Manhattan. Agent Calihan seemed to always be the main ingredient in the soup, and the soup had started to get warm as the six men settled themselves at a table on the back wall. It looks like our lifestyles are being diagnosed by an FBI agent. It only leads to something larger than our eyes can see now, speculated Agent Calihan.

Calihan, we master our own lives, man, reminded Agent Scoverelli. Every man is responsible for his own action.

It can be downright confusing when you’re trying to figure someone out, stated Agent Cardova. One thing’s for sure—he isn’t one of us.

Guys, guys, listen up, we’re professionals here. We are sitting around acting like some kind of rookie laymen in this business. Now that’s confusing. We have been on the job a lot longer than this young fed, reminded Agent Richard Newcastle.

Castle, listen, everybody has to be on the same page, that’s with all law enforcement agencies, informed Agent Calihan. We must always remain on the same page.

A young Caucasian man walked in the bar and looked around, searching the crowd. He noticed the agents seated in the rear and walked toward the table. Ray, what’s up man? Calihan spoke.

I am good, everything’s good, answered Ray.

Ray Wise, everybody, y’all know my man Ray. We are his caregivers.

Everybody said, Yeah, we know Ray.

You see, Ray is a professional community watchman. He did a little time in the federal slammer, but he lives a clean life now…right, Ray?

Mr. Calihan, do you have to always say that? questioned Ray.

Ray, I don’t mean to embarrass you, guy. You have a seat and have a drink. What is it you’re drinking? Waiter, waiter, Agent Calihan called, give my man whatever he’s drinking.

A female waitress approached the table.

Just a Bud Lite, ordered Ray.

Coming right up, said the waitress.

Mr. Calihan, I don’t like to be seen with y’all, whispered Ray

Ray, you’re in good hands with us. We are your caretakers, and we’re your caregivers, reminded Agent Scoverelli.

Mr. Calihan, no one is supposed to know that I am associated with you. It could get me killed, warned Ray.

Nothing is going to happen to you, my man. Here is some medication for your dedication, and you got a few dollars in the package, said Agent Calihan, giving Ray a small envelope. Now what you got for us?

There is a large shipment of high-quality stuff coming in on Wednesday night on a U-haul van, informed Ray.

Okay, I will need the final information on the drop, reminded Agent Calihan. And by the way, some things are going to have to be recorded.

What you mean? asked Ray.

We got a new player who isn’t at all inclusive. That’s government business that doesn’t involve you, but there’s another player that doesn’t understand the procedure, informed Agent Calihan.

Things are going to be different from the previous two or three months, informed Ray.

What you mean? You trying to change on us, Ray?

No, no, of course not, he answered.

Just who the freak you think you dealing with? threatened Agent Scoverelli.

No, guy, you wrong, just that the marker won’t be dropped until the merchandise arrives in the City, so you got to be patient.

Hey, Scoverelli, don’t ever treat Ray with disrespect. It’s his association that is enhancing our ability to do what we do, reminded Agent Calihan.

I am sorry, Ray, it was not intended to embarrass you, Agent Scoverelli apologized.

No, that’s fine. I will call you, Mr. Calihan, on Wednesday evening and let you know where the charitable drop will take place. I will refer to you as the caregiver as always. Make sure you receive the call because the phone will be crushed and you can’t return the call, instructed Ray as he raised from his seat to leave. Mr. Calihan, you can get me killed. I’m used to dealing with you, not all of your friends here, was Ray’s cautious warning.

Ray, slow down a little. You got nothing to worry about, especially when you know we are all cops, added Agent Calihan.

Chapter Three

Agent Carden and his pregnant wife, Maria, were home relaxing in their small living room when a call came from Agent Calihan. Ring, ring, came from the cellular phone.

Who’s calling you today, Ja? asked Maria.

I don’t know, let me check, answered Agent Carden as he removed his arms from around his wife’s back and checked his cellular phone. It’s the job.

The job, I thought you work nights? questioned Maria.

"That’s true, baby, but let me see