After The Swoop: A Detective Swoop Political Thriller

By Gwendolyn Cahill

This third book in the Detective Swoop series rocks!

Politicians, radio personalities, celebrities, ministers, and elected public officials’ thirst for lustful liaisons, and dangerous entanglements, entice their taste buds for danger in this star-studded political thriller. No one knows just how dangerous a game they are playing until they realize a Hip-Hop artist is associated with a Detroit gang. Now everyone including the former and present President of the United States is in the hot seat in this East Henrico, Virginia middle-class community where a nightly dose of crime at Hip Hop Hotel has everyone running for cover. Housing rights have no meaning, crime abounds but nobody seems to care. Newscasters finally realize that this is a hot case, but nobody has the guts to expose this travesty to the public. This is the worst case of injustice they have ever seen; they suffer in silence. You will enjoy this sensational urban fiction street lit Hip Hop political thriller!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781716324697

Book preview

Prologue

It is known that pimps have several psychopathic behaviors. People are groomed and then set out to pasture. Human sex trafficking has become the second growing crime in the world and is considered modern day slavery. The notion that only black male’s pimp is incorrect. As the writer of this book, I want you to know that I do not condone prostitution or human sex trafficking. I was exposed to this culture because the pimps and hoes invaded my apartment complex, disturbed my sleep, interfered with ability to receive necessary medical treatment, and affect the quality of my life. I am a square I did not understand the game.

The language and rules of pimping recaptures the debilitating psychological and physical manipulation used by slave masters. Organized and sophisticated teaching methods are used to pass down the culture and rules of the game, which are rules created by traffickers/pimps in order to best work together in an illegal business venture and avoid arrest by law enforcement.

It is unknown that many pimps are serial killers, rapists, thieves, swindlers, white-collar criminals, stock promoters, boiler-room operators, child abusers, gang members, wife beaters, disbarred lawyers, drug barons and professional gamblers. http://www.beautyfrommashes.com

Pimping is about wealth and power. For additional information please review the Polaris Project www.PolarisProject.org.

Chapter 1:

Lemonade

My world is full of stalkers, but the kinds I encounter come with celebrity names. My celebrity stalkers are human, sometimes we laugh sometimes we fight. We enjoy the laughter, conversation, and fights. We are not perfect people; it’s not an easy life. Some were raised in the ghetto and still gravitate to near ghetto environments. As for me, I wanted better. Seems there was a block that prevented me from living in better communities in the Richmond, Virginia area.

They come in different shapes, ages, and sizes. Looking for a chance, a big break, glamour, they love to mingle with the upper class. I’ve never rode on a private plane. You can count me out. That is a high price to pay, no thanks. I don’t want a membership in that private club. They’re freakin’ whores! Bigger Juicy is the leader of that gang of thugs. Juicy Fruit was the first whore in his prostitution ring. In fact, Juicy Fruit named him Bigger Juicy. Yes, he is big, and I know it, puts a tattoo on your uterus. That’s bent cock.

Okay, I got it. We are investigating the gangs.

The Associate Producer Gail informed Gwen that, "Bigger Juicy is the leader of the gang. I’ll text the rest of the information to you Gwen. We already started the research. We believe the former First Lady of Arising Baptist Church is under attack by that gang. One of her writer’s developed a strong urban fiction book and now they are hell bent on invading the book with the purpose of undermining Arising Publishing. Bigger Juicy is developing a publishing company named Sunset Publishing because Azula’s golden days will soon set. Azula’s girl was placed in that gang. That created a war between Lee Azula and Bigger Juicy. The hottest bitch on wheels is in Lee Azula’s call girl ring. Her body is off the hook. All the men dream of a night of sex with her. Juicy Fruit is famous now. That girl can sing. She started out as a singer in a choir but now she’s big time. She got a contract with Jay-Z’s Roc Nation sex sells label.

Gail, you know Jay-Z are bittersweet with me. She’s no church lady now. These folks don’t get oof money easily. It’s more money for me Gail. You know his female artist are provocative.

Gwen hangs up the phone with Gail. Then she glances at the television monitor. BREAKING CHURCH NEWS scrolls across the monitor. This is Holly Baker, anchor on the evening news is investigating fraudulent financial behavior at a church that hides their association with the Bigger Juicy gang.

Gwen replies, No, that gang is only about whores, I’m calling Detective Swoop.

Baker quickly filled Gwen in on the details. Listen Gwen, I know what I am talking about. These whores are in the South. These Central Virginia folks don’t like NAN.

Gwen replies, I agree, I don’t like NAN neither. Southern NAN is not like the NAN I ever knew. It’s been ten years. They lost their focus. Things have changed. They are radicals now. There’s no justice. I guess you heard the news about Rose Watson. They said LaDonne cried.

Baker said, Yes, I’ve heard the news. Financial abuse and the misuse of tithes harmed them. Bigger Juicy put his money in St. Paul’s Baptist church. He’s rich, but it seems he acquired some of his wealth by stealing from those of lesser means. Beyonce lost the battle with the former First Lady of the church, Rose Watson. Roc Nation nearly fell. People strayed from those Carters when they realized he is associated with NAN. But no one knew that Jay-Z’s affair with the First Lady of the Church would lead to a church thriller.

Gwen said, First, she said, She did not like NAN but in the end…I can’t believe she is dead. Are you sure that is how she died? I heard Let the Church Say Amen on the radio and nearly cried. Hearing that song reminded me of her CD release party. That was Marvin Winan’s singing the song on the radio. He sang that song at the release party. The St. Paul’s choir sang the song with him. I was so happy to sing that song with Marvin Winans. The New Hope Baptist Church choir sang that song before a sold-out crowd in the tribute to Whitney Houston at the Prudential Center. There were a series of events that lead to Rose Watson’s violent death. Seeing Rose screwing Al Sharpton caused the shooting. She refused to get up. That church promoted illicit sex and enslaved some with their insatiable thirst for money."

A lady sitting in the news station interrupted Gwen’s conversation with her co-worker. They won.

The lady in the breakroom pumped her fist in the air and shouted, He won, Biden and Harris won. Pennsylvania brought it home. The political pundits scrambled to be the first to report the victory. It took five days to count the votes. Biden won by a large margin. On Saturday, November 7, 2020, he reached the 270 electoral college votes needed to win.

Gwen scrolled through several stations in the break room. He did not get shot.

She was shocked, I saw Al Sharpton sitting in front of a sign that read NAN on MSNBC, I bypassed the story. He did not die. I returned to MSNBC and noticed his appearance was brief. My informant messed that up.

Some male voice screamed, Are you MSNBC or NAN that’s a violation of the contract and company policy. You’re sitting behind a sign that reads NAN while recording your show Rev. Al.

I was unable to make it to the station on time, So I stopped at the NAN office, said Al Sharpton.

A reporter in Richmond spoke to a rep at MSNBC, This is true this son of a gun is chasing women and children from their homes and placing loaded guns on the rooftop.

Someone said, That was the Associate Producer of MSNBC.

The rumor on the street is MSNBC is investigating NAN.

Gwen said, Listen Baker, I live in that complex. I hear Al Sharpton’s voice. I’m telling you he comes into the apartment below me. I am mad. He’s popping gun shots into the ceiling knowing I live upstairs. Put him away, I’m scared of Al, he’s crazy.

Alright Baker I’m on it. Gwen hangs up the phone.

Gwen thought, according to this handout I received from the Israel United in Christ group, Africans sold the Negroes for guns. Hoes with guns is insult, it’s akin to slavery."

Gwen screams, Hip Hop has gone to hell in a hand basket. That’s what they are promoting. Then she slammed the phone on the cradle and tossed a book across the room.

She muttered under her breathe…

Gwen picks up the phone and calls Detective Swoop. She yelled, They’re going down. This is the biggest church heist in history.

Gwen listens intently, She conspired…this is true? Lee Azula must be the hidden face in this crime. Too many years of bull shit!

Swoop replies, I’m on it.

Swoop drove up the long driveway. He thought, this is just the beginning. It’s going to be a long journey. The black man with dreadlocks opened the door. Swoop heard a female screaming, I’m not a hoe, I’m a singer.

Jill has arrived, let’s hide in the back. Detective Swoop enters the lavish all brick mansion that is in an upscale gated community in Rosemount stands high on a hill. Another argument is heard. She’s crying hysterically, thought Swoop.

A female could be heard screaming in the background, ‘Esa puta!’

Another screaming female can be heard, ‘Please stop, Jay-Z, I fell in love with Dinorah.’"

The sound of glass breaking on the ground is heard. You fell in love with Dinorah?

A male says, "Don’t pay no attention to her, that’s the ghost of Dinorah screaming in the background. She comes and goes. I’m used to her sudden disturbances. See, don’t you see her, Swoop? The male who is dressed in a tuxedo pointed to the lady.

See, she’s walking out of the room in an ethereal blood red night gown and lacey thong underwear. Her beloved black bird is perched on her shoulder. She smiles at the bird and shouts, Llama al medico brujo."

A woman shouts, Get out you witch. Get out my mansion bruja.

The sound of footsteps echoes loudly in his ear. Swoop walks towards the courtyard. He observes a cup of fresh lemonade and a pair of scissors lying on the ground. A tall black man dressed in a black tuxedo with black tie and stark white shirt walks into the courtyard. His face is familiar to all.

I see you made it. Swoop glances at the man. Now you know, I fell in love with her.

He walks slowly towards Diana Jackson and kisses her on her lips. Welcome to my private playground, Swoop. This is my Latino princess.

She smiles and softly whispers, I got the goods.

Dinorah and her beloved bird quickly leave the house. She pushes down on the gas pedal in her black Mercedes Benz convertible sports car.

Welcome Detective Swoop, I figured you might show yourself into the house. My spies told me you were on your way. I heard you’re the man with the vision and passion for justice.

That’s me, responds Detective Swoop. I hear a scream, who is that?

The tall man’s bone chilling laughter fills the room. He claps, Bravo, Detective Swoop, you finally figured out the riddle. Ignore that other lady screaming in the background, she’s drunk.

Swoop responds, It looks like someone spilled the answer on the floor. That looks like lemonade.

He laughs, Lemonade mixed with Cîroc pineapple, I figure you’re an island man.

He steps to the well-stocked bar and pours a glass of Cîroc pineapple and freshly squeezed lemonade juice. He hands the glass to Ted Swoop.

Swoop thanks him. They walk into the game room. Go ahead take you best shot. I see you got my anonymous text, Swoop. I heard you we are shoving down the dirt bags. He stands over the pool table, shoots the final ball into the corner pocket.

You won. I figured you might want to participate in our mystery party, Swoop.

He throws back his head and laughs. Gangster Party plays in the background. Swoop notices an object on the floor. He quickly stoops to the floor and attempts to grab the blood-stained scissors from the ground.

That’s your first clue, Detective.

Congratulations Swoop, you picked up on the first of many hints.

Here’s your next hint. The nurse is not exempt. She scrubbed the crime scene. I think she is a bit of a Dyke, Ha-ha!

His ghoulish laugh ignites the room. I’m sure you are going to love this assignment. That white chick is a trip. ‘Rape is a part of being a prostitute,’ she’s a dirt bag, Swoop.

He drags Swoop to his garage and places him in his convertible black F-Type Jaguar speeds down the highway. Jill is staying here.

Jay-Z says, Mind if I smoke? This is some good stuff here. He passes the joint to Swoop.

No thanks, replies Swoop.

Jay-Z reaches into his pocket, Here’s a cigar from Cuba. I see you are enjoying my mystery party. That was just the beginning.

They arrive at their destination and exit the car. Welcome to my private party. It’s for the grown and sexy. Only a select few can attend my mystery parties.

Swoop, I heard you are interested in this case. She stalked my wife off the land. I am stuck in a private brothel. She was high, crack. I’m not a member of a gang. I heard that rumor. Bigger Juicy is the leader of a gang.

Diane Jackson is smoking what? says Swoop.

You heard me right. Monica specializes in the development of private brothels. Those girls stalk them from the apartments and place their victims in the ghetto so that they can develop a series of private brothels. It’s happening again, Swoop. They are from the dirt bag line. Bigger Juicy heads that line.

Swoop replies, Hmm, I see.

Monica keeps saying, I secreted a gun.

Jay-Z changes the radio channel. Walking trophy plays loudly on the radio, you look pretty in the real light.

I believe she may be talking about the gun that Dominique Sharpton used to kill Dinorah. It’s just a hunch, Swoop.

Gwen told me, she lived below the crime scene. That murder occurred within days of her birthday. I remember her words well. I believe the murder occurred on the 26th of January in 2016, said Swoop.

There’s a rumor on the street that I believe is true, Swoop. Dominique Sharpton was freed from prison at the sight where Lumpkin’s Jail is located on October 10, 2016. Lumpkin’s Jail is located at Shockoe Bottom in Richmond, Virginia on October 10, 2016. The formal ceremony was attended by many government officials including Former Gov. Bob McDonnell, left, Gov. Terry McAuliffe, center, and Richmond Mayor Dwight Jones.

"I called Gwen, Swoop. She said she attended the event. When the ceremony ended, someone said Al Sharpton was seen walking in the woods. A large black SUV drove up the road and stopped near Gwen. Someone rolled the window down.

It was the beginning of Gwen’s walk-through hell.

I meet with Gwen in my office Jay-Z. She said, NAN hid. Al Sharpton admits Gov. McAuliffe freed her. I strongly suspect the former Mayor of Richmond Dwight Jones was involved in the negotiations. He was a Board Member of NAN. Someone called me, told me to come home. The Circles of Sister’s event was being held. I did not drive, I decided to be chauffeured by Greyhound. Got on the two am bus at the Richmond, Virginia bus station and was delighted when the bus rolled down the hill to enter the Lincoln tunnel. I quickly realized, New York is for walkers. I struggle to walk due to arthritis but arrived at my destination. I was home, I happy, I still like the vibe of New York City. I navigated my way to the event by riding on the subway. I saw many familiar faces. Radio personalities whose programs I often attended. Common the singer was introduced to the crowded room by Rev. Al Sharpton. He did not stay on the stage long. He praised him for being a crusader for justice. He said, Today, I have both my daughters with me. I saw Ashley Sharpton in the crowd. A lot of people screamed and seemed to run from behind a screen and shouted Dominque.

Gwen said, I was shocked and bewildered. It was almost as though I was in a trance. I walked out the crowded room in daze. Fred Bugsy came from someplace and grabbed my wrist. He held it tight. I could not move my arm.

Bugsy said, I know Gwen.

Gwen continued to tell the story. Bugsy finally let my fist loose. I know I had a strange look on my face, I suspect it was the look of a person who had just seen a ghost. I was lost for words. I walked away.

Jay-Z said, I feel bad, Gwen Cahill got caught in the middle of the war. She is not involved. My wife—well, I’m not ready to talk about that yet. I guess you heard about the roof fights. It was a personal fight. Gwen is not a member of the NAACP. SHE’S NOT A WHORE!

He laughs loudly. I’m haunted by the present, the past, and Dinorah ghost. I am rich but what does it really mean when my mind is spinning like a never-ending cyclone. I fell in love with Dinorah. She was the catalyst that sparked my wife’s fury in her Becky’s song.

They arrive at their destination. Jay-Z presses the elevator button. The elevator doors slowly open. The sultry voice on the elevator system can be heard, last stop penthouse. A well-polished muscular black waiter dressed in a black tuxedo and white gloves greets them at the door. They exit the elevator. Bigger Juicy can be seen in the party from the doorway.

A female voice speaks, I see you brought a new guest. I got someone for him. She points to the man who is standing next to Jay-Z. That model is staring at him. That guy is hot! He was once featured on the front cover of a well-known magazine.

Swoop responds, I don’t swing that way.

Swoop points towards the sexy black waitress who is dressed in a red Santa leotard, pumps, and a Santa hat. She holds tightly onto a tray in her hands and smiles, Welcome to the House of Ill Repute. Pick your flavor, Sir.

Swoop reviews the assortment on the tray. After a few seconds he says, Chocolate berry will do.

The waitress says, Will that be extra-long?

Swoop responds, But of course, God has blessed me.

He looks down at his fly and smiles. He walks slowly into the smoke-filled room with Swoop. He points to this white chick in the corner with the blonde hair.

Jay-Z states, That’s the one I told you about.

She is dancing with that tall but rather thin dark-skinned man. Swoop attempts to conceal his shock, I see she is wearing a number.

Jay-Z replies, Yes, Swoop she’s for hire.

No thanks, I’ll pass, says Swoop.

"I figured you might know her. What a waste of money. I guess several of us are haunted by her ghost. Gwen is not haunted by her ghost. She was not involved, she just lived in the apartment below the crime scene. She truly did not know they were upstairs.

Jay-Z states, Can’t you she’s haunted by the people who were in that apartment when that murder occurred. Others who were curious have migrated to Virginia since that murder. I fly there often, Swoop. There was more to the book theft than you know you, Swoop. That theft led to a war. I fell in love with the murder victim, she was a model. Her name was Dinorah.

This sounds like a case for the major crime unit. I’ll run this by another Detective who specializes in sex crimes. His name is Marvin Gee.

Jay-Z states, I kind of figured you would. I trust you Swoop. You like my roof top garden. It has a lovely view of the Richmond skyline. This is my wife for the night. He points to Lee Azula. Lee Azula walks quickly towards Jay-Z kisses him on the cheek and quickly winks at Detective Swoop. Detective Swoop shouts, Not you what are you doing here?

Jay-Z is surprised, You know her Swoop?

Swoop responds, Let’s just say our paths have crossed.

Lee Azula winks and slowly walks to the bar. Your passion is justice; my passion is lust. I hope you’re feeling rather lusty tonight.

Jigga reaches into his pocket. My favorite flavor is Sino-berry, Swoop. He opens the pack, pops the condom, and laughs. Lee yells something to Jay-Z in Spanish.

Jay-Z shouts, Alright I’ll be there in a little bit Azula.

Bigger Juicy approached Swoop. I am the leader these are my hoes. They are professional call girls, Mr. Swoop. Which one of these lovely ladies of the night do you desire? You can have your pick. The treat is on me tonight.

Bigger Juicy lightly slaps Swoop on the cheek then laughs. Many pigs come in here for a hot night of sex. Think I don’t know! I’m from Detroit. That’s your partner? That will be a Gee for you.

Swoop quickly reviews the parade of women. That lady standing in the corner on the roof top with number thirty-one plastered on her double D chest will do, that’s Jill.

I tricked you, Swoop. Jill left the house right behind us.

Just as Detective Swoop reaches the far corner of the room, a loud brawl can be heard near the elevator door. The handsome waiter with the white gloves silver tray is greeting the guest, some were not on the guest list.

Hey man you can’t just walk in here. He pushes his way into the party, Who says I can’t. Someone yells from the hallway, It’s Diddy. Better move out his way, I heard he has some temper.

The crowd of scantily dressed people suddenly steps to the side and opens a pathway into the party for him.

Diddy yells from the hallway. Hey Jigga! How dare you steal that book. She wrote it!

A table in back with several people playing electronic spades. Diddy walks to the game table. Marilyn Monroe, Hillary Clinton vs. Beyonce and Detective Swoop on the board. The couple engage in a spirited video card game. They put a dead person on the board.

After a few rounds Detective Swoop yells at the scene, Beyonce cannot bid, but we are winning. But suddenly their points decease. Detective Swoop yells, Hilary Clinton stole our points. Final score 63 to 463, the dead team won. Diddy’s entourage pushes through the crowd. He walks to the stage. This is a new beginning we’re not pimps and prostitutes! We are Kings and Queens. He holds a heart’s playing card placard in his hand. Welcome to the Our Black Party.

The crowd claps. Our goal is to unify our votes. We want a unified black agenda. This political party is not for the faint at heart. We as a people are often underserved. We vote these politicians in, but they fail to fulfill their promises. We are often overlooked and stomped on. God put it in my heart to do this. Since 2004 I have been involved in getting out the vote. My vote or die campaign encouraged and generated votes from the younger generation. Diddy said, I’m relaunching Vote or Die, we’re bigger and better in 2020."

Diddy tosses some tee shirts to the crowd.

Diddy points. See those whores standing over there, that is unacceptable, we will not include a profit driven line of whores in the agenda.

Diddy places a stack of brochures on the table.

Diddy yells, Yo man, talk to my lawyer. I’m talking to you Jay-Z.

The lawyer hands Jay-Z a lawsuit barring him from plagiarizing. If you ever attempt to profit from this book, I promise you I will place you under the jail. I heard you been stalking people from various complexes in the Richmond area with Al Sharpton and your concubine of not so sweet ladies of the night. First you stalked her from the land and now you’re her neighbor.

Take is easy Diddy. We go back a long way, but I’m not down with this new program. Politics is broken. Seems like you’re down with Al Sharpton. There’s trouble in paradise.

Diddy responds, We’ve had our differences. You’re crazy Jay-Z.

Diddy slaps another document on the bar. Swoop eases through the crowd, grabs Jill’s hand and escapes from the party. I’m dragging you out the prostitution ring that’s a cult."

Swoop hears Diddy yelling I don’t think her husband will like this. He is jealous, and everyone knows it—soon as they heard he married her they yelled ‘don’t nobody talk to Gwen.

His account arrives, Write the check Jay-Z, this is bullshit. You have been stalking her for years. She did not know your name, it began in Mount Vernon, NY. She would say Jay who. That’s where you got that line from.

Several people run into another room.

Diddy yells, I expect the check to arrive at my office by 11 a.m.

Diddy yells, Enjoy Our Black Party, more information will follow. He exits in the elevator with his Our Black Party associates.

When the elevator returned, Swoop and Jill enter the elevator, run out the building and observe a yellow cab in front of the building. Jill yells, Thank God you showed up.

Swoop and Jill jump into a yellow cab.

Driver, take me to 2988 Astor Lane, I’m in a bit of a hurry so please press hard on the gas pedal.

Swoop finally returns to Jigga’s mansion. Before exiting the cab, Swoop hands the taxi driver a twenty-dollar tip. He decides to go back into the mansion. The door to the mansion is wide open. Jill remains in the car. He notices a trail of blood on the black granite speckled sidewalk that leads to the courtyard.

A shapely thirty something black lady with caramel colored tan skin dressed in a form-fitting silky red night gown can be readily seen slumped on a wrought iron bench. The sound of footsteps awakens her from her drunken stupor.

She slowly turns her head. Her hands are covered in blood. She clings to the blood-soaked scissors and screams, That slut, in a slow drunken slur. She points to the northeastern side of the tree lined courtyard that contains several water fountains, trees and berry covered evergreen bushes.

She sobs loudly, hiccups and sways. "I fell in love with him, you can’t have him. Are you looking for that girl? I’m the cream of the crop. Yeah, I did it, this is my mansion, I beat you here, Swoop.

Bigger Juicy pulls out a gun and gently clicks the trigger. She’ll recover from the slap.

Don’t worry, I like you Swoop. That girl can stand—. Look behind those bushes. She may still be there. She was shaking like a leaf on a tree on this frigid winter eve. She looks downward, I took matters into my hand and then I tossed her into the bushes. She was too heavy to carry to the trash compactor, that slut! We used to eat, drink and party together.

She wipes her bloody hand across her brow and mouth and licks her lips.

She’s a hunter for justice unchain her now!

To be so drunk you sure remember much. She says, I’m not that drunk.

I’m not that drunk. What do you want?

Swoop smiles, I’m here to help you. Why don’t you hand me the scissors?

You can’t win. The lady points the scissors towards Swoop. I’ll cut your throat.

Swoop lunges towards the lady dressed in red. He grabs her wrist but feels nothing. He nearly falls on the ground.

You thought you could win. You can’t win this battle, I’m Azula, I’m the real Lee Azula.

She lunges towards him and stabs him in the chest. The blood spurts out his chest. His screams resound throughout the ivy leaf walled bricks that surround the courtyard. Detective Swoop hollers, stumbles backwards and lands hard on the snow-covered pine comb needles.

She walks away with the scissors in her left hand. The tail of her night gown drags a bloody red pathway through the snow. She licks the blade of the scissor with her tongue and slowly fades into the hazy colored mist of night.

Chapter 2:

Black Bird

It was a dream that carried my subconscious mind to the reality of the situation. I’m not lemonade, I am a thirty something black lady, but it’s not me that I speak of. It all tumbled down when she placed that rather large black bird in my apartment about a week before her downfall. I sure didn’t invite you into my house and the door was locked. I’m Beyonce.

"Yeah, I was at that party. I was too drunk to come out. I have an intense animosity for Dinorah. No one would believe the secret life I lived in Virginia.

I partnered with Helena Washington. She is not prejudice. Many think she harbored an animosity towards people of color. It seems that some of the girls in my stable turned against me. I cannot stand Lee Azula. When I attempted to enlarge my territory the birds of darkness flew high and swooped down upon me. The fatal blow come on March 10, 2018. Out from the pit I rose.

Gwen listened to Beyonce’s call.

Go to sleep Beyonce, things will better in the morning. I hear a thump, bye.

Gwen swiftly hung the phone up. Must be my imagination.

Gwen quickly fell asleep. I am aging, but I remember my party days. I’m sorry I decided to transition into a novelist. This fictitious book has suddenly become true crime. I don’t think it’s an accident that I was placed in this rather rowdy apartment. Loud thumps often awaken me. Just last night, I heard the unusual movements in the corner near my bedroom wall. After a while you ignore the unusual sounds that often resemble the sound of a body falling onto the ground."

Then I heard a voice say, She fell on the floor, we think she might die. This is true.

Later that day the tape was played. One could hear a female voice saying, Please stop.

One could clearly hear another female screaming, I’m shoving you off the chair.

Moments later I heard, Help, help, oh my god. She fell hard on the floor they think she is going to die.

She was allegedly shoved to her death in a rocking chair by Diane Jackson. That’s Lee Azula’s partner. She made in television as a writer but now she is travelling this no-good white lady. There is no glory in that lane. She chased us from the apartments by gun sounds, condoned brothels and even said she was going to place me in the brothel, she is not a hoe.

Gwen received a call from Detective Swoop who specializes in cyber-theft crimes. I hear you. You have got to be kidding. Dave Baldacci attempted to steal this book. Seems he spied. I am the neighbor who lived on the other side of the wall. These people seem to be rotating from city to city and people are renting out rooms in their apartments. That Commissioner sat on the rooftop with Dominique Sharpton in Petersburg when I lived there. She was involved. She’s a spy.

Swoop said, I’m part Jamaican, these people are renting rooms in their apartments. That is a Jamaican style of living. Yes, Gwen I have confirmation.

I am not Lee Azula I am Helena Washington.

Swoop replies, Yes, I know.

This story reminds me of the following Bible verse: For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Ephesians 6:12

The next morning, Gwen entered the station. She looked a bit frazzled. The lack of sleep in her life is showing. The younger folks are now eyeing her position. Gwen stepped in her black shoes and black jeans. Despite her age she continued to wear fashionable clothing and funky glasses. Anne Moss, a news reporter walked into the break room. She was the first to scoop the news. They are saying Al Sharpton died again.

Gwen said, I heard that on the radio too. Richmond radio sure is different from New York radio.

The television producer was shocked. He’s first statement was, "Stop lying. I know they did not decide to develop an Easter miracle. You know the story; Jesus died and rose on the next day. Easter Sunday fall on April 1st this year, everyone knows April 1st is April Fool’s.

Gwen said, I attended the early morning service at a church in Richmond, Virginia. During the seven o’clock service some people said, ‘Al Sharpton died.’ The was not my imagination.

No, this isn’t a bad April Fool’s joke, thought Gwen. Al is far from being Jesus.

Anne said, I know we have been down this road before, but this time I didn’t need to go back home to the North to hear the truth, the truth was quietly whispered by some in his inner circle. I’m a southerner now. This is fake news spinning around. I suppose is a job for Detective Swoop.

Detective Swoop returned from New York. No one saw Al Sharpton at the convention. Swoop spoke to his lawyer, Michael Hardy. Al Sharpton is alive.

Someone saw Dominique Sharpton screaming loudly on the rooftop of the Perry Street Loft, My father died here, I am shoving these people out to build a shrine.

Chapter 3:

Code Blue

Oh my God, said Gwen. I am hearing this conversation between Rose Watson, The First Lady of St. Paul’s and Jay-Z, on the other side of the wall.

The rumor on the street is some chick from the church has fallen in love with Jay-Z.

Gwen said, Seems like the chick who is doing Jay-Z is Rose Watson. I her say, I fell in with Jay-Z, please marry me. I divorced my husband so I can marry you."

Jay-Z repeatedly said, No, can’t you see Hip Hop is full of thugs.

He said, All I did was screw her once and now she is saying she fell in love with me.

Beyonce shouted, That greedy bitch!

Gwen’s phone ring. Hey girl. You got to be kidding. Well, I hope that’s untrue.

Gwen promptly hangs up the phone, Oh Jesus, not another fake murder. Patch me into Jay-Z, said Gwen. You know Jay-Z, Gwen?

Yes, Swoop but no one believes me. Shawn Carter has been around me for several years—he’s the invisible bully. Every area I have lived in, Jay-Z has also lived in. It seems to have started in Westchester County, New York. I think he is my celebrity stalker.

Gwen speaks to her invisible bully, "I saw you Jay-Z driving on Fourth Avenue in Mount Vernon, NY in an old beat-up car. You drove down that street on the night of Clinton Young’s Annual Christmas party. I left the party and saw LL Cool J standing outside. I would have missed seeing him, but some girl asked him if she could take a photo of him.

Gwen said, One day, I saw Jay-Z standing in the window. I was walking to my building when I saw him. He was pointing an object at the people across the street. He had no shirt on. His locks gave him away.

Gwen screams, You’re crazy with all that money why do you want to live here? You do not belong here. You want what?

Jay-Z replies, You heard me! I’m expanding my empire of whores.

Beyoncé’s on the phone.

Where are you Jay-Z.

He replies, I am in Virginia, I’m producing a book with Gwen.

Okay, said Beyonce.

I’ll never forget the first time I was told, That was Jay-Z you saw. One day he seemed to walk to the other side of the wall and say, You’re CCO’s grandmother, what are you doing here. That’s a major crack den below me. People are in and out of there all the time.

Swoop, I did not know. But slowly the story unfolded. Boy was he right.

"Sometimes I hear Sharpton’s voice, ‘Clovia Lawrence put spies in the wall, she admitted it,’ Al Sharpton was mad.

I thought Al Sharpton lived next door. I have not seen these people— they have mastered to art of hiding. Oh yeah, I saw Dominique and Ashley standing in St. Paul’s. Matter a fact Ashley was sitting in the pew two rows in front of me. I prayed she would not see me. That was interesting on the other side of the aisle, there was a man wearing a shirt that read First Baptist Church. When it was time to shake hands with your neighbor, I shook his hand and said, What are you doing here."

Clovia Lawrence, KISS Richmond/Praise104.7 on air radio personality states she stuck those spies on the wall because she was being stalked by Sharpton."

Gwen reminisced about her visit to her cousin’s large Manhattan apartment. He once owned a publishing company. He is an interesting person. I hate to say it, but I went to my cousin’s Manhattan apartment for a book review and discussion group. Soon as I entered the apartment a tall older white man walked towards me and said, ‘You black people, get away with murder.’ My cousin is married to a white lady.

No truer words have been spoken as you can see in this true crime story. Had it been me, I would have been placed in the slammer, dug under the prison, and would never see the light of day again. As time moved on one can truly see that his statement is true, Clovia Lawrence was charged but no one really knows how many times she has been charged. It seems she has served rather short stints in prison and is freed. She’s still on the radio. She admitted on the air that she shanked Nanshon Conn in the groin. He died. I tell you more about that later.

Gwen said, I could go on and on Swoop. The Praise radio personality Sheilah Bellee, the gospel show host, and member of St. Paul’s Baptist Church isn’t immune. She knows what she did. She admitted it on air. I suppose admitting on the radio prevents farther prosecution.

What happened to morals, the ten commandments and do not steal? Hand me the mic. I believe in morality, honesty, and the principle of do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself. Matthew 7:12. Some say I sound like a radio jock. First book I would include in my first broadcast would be Exodus 20:2-17 with an emphasis on verse 6 and 8.

Gwen heard a knock on her door, What are you doing here, Swoop? You’re a cybercrime expertise and art theft specialist.

Gwen opens the door, Okay, I’ll let you in my apartment can’t you see it is too small.

Let’s just say I was in the vicinity, said Swoop. My first position in law enforcement included an assignment in the criminal investigation unit.

I am still new to Virginia. I don’t understand this state, Swoop. There’s an anonymous voice speaking to me. I’m not hearing voices. The person said, I saw Jay-Z standing in the parking lot with a hoodie on. For the most part I mind my business. He walked towards me and then turned his back and looked up at a window."

Jay-Z admits he saw that big bird fly out that window. Dominique Sharpton put that big bird in my apartment. She said, Since I branded her a bird, she figured she might like the bird.

Thank God my neighbor helped me get the bird out of the apartment. Seems like a series of crimes were set off once she placed the black bird in my apartment in March 2018. I was sitting on the edge of my bed typing on my laptop looked up and happened to see a bird with a wide wingspan flying pass my open bedroom door, then the black bird flew towards the second bedroom. He flew back into the hallway. I put my hat on my head and my coat on, ran into the hallway and commanded the bird to get out. I screamed, ‘Get out,’ twice. I am laughing, of course the bird knew not what I was saying. I swear to God Swoop, this isn’t no joke. I know it sounds like a scene in a movie."

Swoop laughed uncontrollably, You are hilarious, Gwen.

It’s true. That bird landed on my folding screen and then flew down to my folded cardboard moving box looked at me as if to say, I am here to tell you what you need to do, you need to move."

Gwen laughs, I agree with the bird. I ran back into the hallway. Well, he was finally forced out. His fury flock of friends waited for him at the window. Then they flew away. You know Swoop that says something, birds fly in flocks because they protect each other and genuinely love each other. Perhaps we need to take a page from their book. The innocence of mother nature never ceases to amaze me.

Swoop’s laughter finally subsided. "Thank god the neighbor heard me shouting in the hallway. He seemed like a nice young man who was devoted to his girl. Little did I know his dark side would slowly emerge. Shortly after I noticed that bird, I peeped out the window and saw the shiny black SUV drive slowly out the area.

Someone said, Dominique Sharpton stuck that bird in my apartment.

It was a Saturday and the flight to NY is only 45 minutes. The airport is not far from here. I thought, I guess they will arrive in New York in time for the Saturday morning rally.

I was afraid of that bird. He was no household pet nor friend of mine.

Swoop pulled out a pack of cigarettes and chuckled. Have one?

Gwen took a single cigarette out of her freshly opened pack of Newport. This isn’t funny Swoop. On Valentine’s Day I purchased roses from Wal-Mart. I swear there were only six roses in the vase. I counted them. I then noticed I had twelve roses in the vase. I swear I am going to go crazy living here.

Gwen said, There’s lots of spies in this complex in East Henrico. This place was never supposed to be a permanent place to live.

Oh, I see, said Swoop, You don’t live in Petersburg.

No, I moved out of Petersburg on July 31, 2017. I don’t return there often. I think I might have returned to Petersburg four times after moving out—to take care of business. I had a good barber there.

Gwen said, That Loft was strange. One night I woke up to the sound of people screaming, ‘Don’t shoot, get up.’ It seems they were on the roof. Next thing I heard was rather loud thump. People said, ‘They heard the thump but were afraid to go onto the roof. Swoop this makes no sense. No one can go on the roof in this complex, the roofs are not flat, they are slanted.

I was sitting at home in East Henrico. Seems they are talking through the speakerphone on the rooftop of the Perry Street Loft. I can hear. I heard a scream.

Swoop said, Excuse me. He picked up his cell phone. Oh my god, this is not true? Someone said, Dominique Sharpton died from a single gunshot to her abdomen. That is not true Swoop.

They mumbled the church, said Gwen.

Yes, the church. said Swoop. She is rather well-known in the church. Everybody knows her name. Her name is Rose.

Swoop’s eyes widen, Rose?

"You heard me right that’s Rose, Swoop, she’s the First Lady of the church. We hardly ever see her. I keep telling you there seems to be a speakerphone on the Perry Street Loft. No there’s a speakerphone here that is attached to that Loft.

Swoop said, Yes.

Gwen said, Got to the point where I surmised that Al Sharpton might have broadcast her radio show from the rooftop of the Loft. Who knows Swoop, perhaps the Perry Street Loft became the South’s version of the Empire State building— you have heard it many times, ‘Broadcasting live from the Empire State building.’

Window four, is located right above apartment 2016, that’s where I lived. The rooftop became the meeting place for black millionaires to mingle and party it seems. When I lived at that Loft, I heard Al Sharpton, he was standing on the roof, he said, ‘That’s Diddy’s in-law.’ Seems he used to walk on the roof with her bodyguard. Don’t tell me this is not true."

An anonymous reporter had said, this highly paid Commissioner from another state was once spotted sitting on the rooftop talking to Dominique Sharpton, they were smoking crack.

Rose wants to move to East Henrico. She wants to displace Gwen so that she can live in the apartment that is adjacent to Jay-Z. That is his hiding spot, or should I say, that’s where he used to hide."

Jay-Z and said, ‘I’m sticking Gwen in a private brothel.’

Gwen chewed on her thumbnail. You are not sticking me in a brothel. That Commissioner said she was going to put me in a brothel. To hell with them," yelled Gwen.

Gwen said, Somebody is protecting Conn. For the record Swoop, I do not support the endeavors of the Conn’s, I became the victim of the Conn’s. I swear I think I saw Bob Slade in Petersburg. Al Sharpton often tossed his Sunday radio show to Slade.

Swoop responded, I hear you, Gwen.

I moved to East Henrico shortly after Clovy Lawrence killed Nahshon Conn.

Subsequent interviews by the police lead to the startling revelation that several people saw a man who was later identified as Jim Coleman standing on the rooftop with a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth and a smoking gun in his left hand at the time of the alleged murder.

Someone screamed they killed Domy. The murder of Dominique Sharpton occurred on April 20, 2018, shortly after eleven o’clock pm. Someone tried to twist it to Dominique Sharpton died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

That’s not true, said Swoop.

"Anne Moss reporting from the Justice Network. Breaking News. Anne dropped the mic. The producer screamed, Kill the sound, we can’t report that story, that’s fake news."

Anne Moss was angry, Why not it’s news.

Approximately three weeks after her confession she was free. She loudly announced her freedom on the radio. ‘I’m free, Shawn.’ and then we heard.

We still do not know what happened on May 14, 2018. It was a wild, wild west shoot out on the rooftop. How many blood stains and how many bodies? I pray this is the end of the crime wave that carries the names of female murderers.

It seems this is true. All these murders were followed by a round of violence that seemed to have rotated from one building to the next building. Soon the police cars will turn the