Dark Rendezvous

By LH Haggerty

Experience the methodical pace from a murder which crushed the hearts of four people driven to the heights of success and wealth yet like a pendulum they remain poised above a dark pool of death and destruction increasing with every page. Sweep into a Kaleidoscope of Assassins sworn to a 'Blood Oath' to protect the 'Empire of Dust'. A malignant Global
Conglomerate which controls all Manufacturing and Distribution of Heroin around the Globe but the forces against the 'Empire of Dust' have mounted their own surgical attack on the Streets of Hollywood, Holmby Hills and stretching to Las Vegas leaving a trail of twisted bodies as bread crumbs on a sidewalk.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LH Haggerty
• Release date: May 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005897093

LH Haggerty

How many times have you brought a Book, read a Book and no nothing about the Author...She or He is a great read adynamic writer...I believe a book has its opportunity to mean more to the reader than just a story. A great experience in reading is to feel that in some moments within the story the Author has a real grasp, a period in time in which She or He has experienced what you hold in your hands...I grew up in a middle class neighborhood until my parents painful break up. Afterwards I moved into the 'Hood' of South Central LA. Good, Bad it shaped me it was a time when choices were thrusted upon me then where short roads in any direction existed. I enjoy writing greatly. Comic Books taught me to read, write and appreciate the written language and to escape. When you read what I have written you will get a sense of it's realness... none of the Books from me to you are pasted lines they have a depth of realness which cannot be invented...I Graduated from 'The University of Kansas with a degree in Psychology. I am a mature gentleman in age, a Grandfather. I am submitting 'Screenplays'(At the moment) and I am starting on my sixth book which will end? the three (3) Book series of 'Hot Fudge' 'Dark Rendezvous' 'In the Noon Day Sun'. It is my pleasure to bring excitement, pain, pleasure, a great experience into your moments no matter where you are.

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Dark Rendezvous

Book III

By

LH Haggerty

Copyright© 2021 by LH Haggerty

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Table of Contents

DARK RENDEZVOUS

Yen and Yang Li/Los Angeles, Metropolitan Detention Center/

SAL

One week later/

FRANK

Burbank, California/

Hollywood, Zackz/

Metropolitan Detention Center/Yen

Yen Li, Then/

BEVERLY HILLS/JANG LI

LORD JANG LI

Then/

Hollywood/ Brother and Sister/

FRANK

Then/

SAL

Then/

Las Vegas, Mandalay Bay/

Another Rendezvous/ Richard

Las Vegas, Nevada/Black Mountain/

Ventura, Black Mountain/

Downtown Los Angeles, Chen/

Jang Li and Chen/

Hollywood, Yang/

Sal then/

Downtown Los Angeles, Powder/

Holmby Hills, Yang’s, Estate/

Chinatown/

Marianna, Florida, Yen/

Getty Museum, Van Nuys/

One week Later/

EPILOGUE

IN THE LIGHT OF DAY

Cemetery, Yen Li and Q Chang/

Cemetery, Q Chang/

DON FRANK

DeLuca/

Zackz/

Cheviot Hills Park/

Yen/

Powder/

DeLuca/

Yen, Nellie Gail Ranch/

Southern, Nevada, James/

DeLuca/

Baker Nevada, Powder/

Aliante Casino/

Red Rock/

Red Rock Resort, Don Frank Denacelio/

EPILOGUE

Two days later Don Franks Estate/

Las Vegas, Ejiah/

Anaheim, Cemetery of the Holy Sepulcher/

Pacific Ocean, Yen/

Malibu, California, Sal/

A SPECIAL PREVIEW OF LH HAGGERTY’S IN THE NOON DAY SUN BOOK V

Monastery/Q Chang, and Yen Li

Beverly Hills, California/Don Frank Denacelio

Santa Monica, California/Sophia

Sunset Boulevard/Zack

Plunge into the fighting skills of an enemy unmatched on seven continents whose tentacles of corruption reaches into the Hall of American Justice, Corporate Boardrooms and Coffers of the Politically wealthy… Military techniques which creates the illusion of invisibility for a Dark Army of Assassins whom are versed in skills of combat thousands of years old and Blood Oaths are sworn by an Army who will die first before dishonoring their Oath…

‘Beauty’ is a mesmerizing and deadly façade to Men whom would underestimate this as the only arsenal given to Women at birth…In centuries long forgotten Women were the hunters for the Tribe… Woman

By LH Haggerty

Dark Rendezvous

Blurred vision accompanied the phase of unconsciousness I awaited and stupidly lingered for. A state I would welcome if the pride I carried like smelling salt would stop pulling me out of the darkness and squarely face to face with Vincent Giaombi. A two-hundred forty-five pound piece of cold smooth rock. Engineered as a machine which enjoyed inflicting pain and viewed beatings the way families take to back wood outings. His precision at his work is punctuated by a loud audible snap of the left rib. Followed by the escaping of air pushed violently from a wicked right hand under the heart from Vincent. His leering face mingling with my dangerous pride kept me conscious and swearing silently for the day that every dog gets his...

"Frank, said you could take your share of pain." He is not impressed with Frank’s assessment of abilities.

He became bored quickly, a sign that a greater amount of bone, flesh or pride is going to evaporate. A right under the heart again followed by a lightning left bending the body and offering the kidney to open the flood gate of urine. The punch to the neck would leave me in straw sipping care and a hoarse disposition. He snaked down to one knee to grasp a hand full of my black shoulder length hair. Like I’m going to struggle to regain my footing. Two other men stood to either side of the show. If asked for a description from either man. The response would be as followed. See no evil. Hear no evil. Would be very adequate in defining each man’s character or concern.

"I expected this standup shit. You being a woman but Sal, whether you stand up or flounder on the ground this is going to happin. His voice was casual. Like we were an owner and pet out for a Sunday stroll. He Swiveled my throbbing head slightly in the direction of a white Mercedes for emphasis to his next tirade he added. Now how long it goes on is entirely left up to, Frank."

The car set like a silent monument to life or death. I knew that same car has been the audience to many such demonstrations as this. I’m sure I spit a piece of tongue out. It is hard to tell with all the red fluid spraying the alleys asphalt. My happiest moment yet is when some of the blood tattooed Vincent’s shiny alligator shoes.

"Fush…yo…Vin…"

A hammering blow added the matching effect to the other kidney. Nothing left to urinate though. Just a numbing sensation, a lightning rod of pain. I am engulfed in cool refreshing darkness. Bumping around a darkened room of unconsciousness wondering how much more I could take. No answers here babe! A gentle voice echoed from a distance.

Black and white spats underneath perfectly tailored pants greeted my brief open eye spasm. So, life has been decreed and his majesty Don Frank Denacelio will now preside as Judge and Jury. A cultured voice one I’ve heard many times is now saying something. But static from physical abuse is delaying the connection to any senses.

"She didn’t need…Vin… A note of concern… slight as smoke blown away in a breeze was heard in Frank’s voice. Sal…listen…our many years of…friendship allowed you to weather the storm. Yen, is on a ride to Marianna Federal Prison. You’ve done your consignment as a concerned…citizen.

I’m going to let things lie as they are. All of it, you the last piece. He stood. Go watch for, Zack. He’ll be here in a few minutes." Vincent walked to the end of the alley, a dark sentinel guarding the gates to a nightmarish meeting.

"You come close, Sal. He supplied. And it does not matter that our families know one another or that we are childhood…"

"Can’t…bri…" There comes pride on a white carpet and as always surrendering to it is unconditional.

He did the tolerant head shake. Does it matter, Sal? That white pony of pride you gallop on will one day race you into a grave.

He stood and one of his soldiers handed him a handkerchief wiping his hands of any blood literally and consciously. It is harder to see since my good eye lay close to the filthy alley and even that presented a tunneled vision. Darkness is closing in. Receding with the last bit of pride I had left. Along with the few words drifting over his shoulder as he turned to leave.

"Sophia, sends her love."

Darkness…

Yen and Yang Li/Los Angeles, Metropolitan Detention Center/

A staccato welcome in Mandarin before the two women hugged each other in crushing reunion. They are identical in height, weight and in statuette proportion of six feet, one-hundred fifty pounds. Yet the two twins are completely different in cunning and ruthlessness as their amazing looks of twin beauty. One twin is cunning as the wind. Directionless. No enemy ever knew where she would strike at any given time. The other twin struck fear into the hearts and minds of any adversary. Ice and darkness, cold and cunning. The descriptions of each twin is reflective in their hair colors of white blonde and darkest black. Without this distinction in hair color it is impossible to tell one from the other. One planned and organized. The other carried out those plans ruthlessly, efficiently and without flaw.

Their organization reached beyond the shores of America to the hovels of Villages. Where murky waters carried Sampans in sweltering wastelands. Drifting ultimately in a meteoritic rise within the halls and corridors of boardrooms in Hong Kong and Wall Street. Anything which influenced the growth of monetary value did not escaped the grasp of Yen and Yang Enterprises owned solely by the two twins, Yen and Yang Li.

You must wait to strike…our agreement in time. She leaned closer to her twin sister. Only inches away the ice reflecting from the eyes of Yen quenched the burning heat and anger radiating from the eyes of Yang. Destruction of what we have built cannot be allowed to happen. The other Ouybans’ wait and watch our moves. There are many pieces on a chessboard sister. We must always be the hand which moves the pieces, and not the piece itself.

She turned to her lawyer their cousin and the only one besides her sister she allowed to visit her. The dialect and swiftness of the Mandarin she spoke to her cousin would be impossible to interpret by less fluent ears. He nodded once then left the small cramped Attorneys Room.

We have only been separated once sister. She said with much sorrow. And you were the one who trekked one-hundred miles to an isolated village, and killed two men to free me from our own Father. Tears pooled on Yang’s lids at the remembrance of her sister’s rescue. I can do no less to eradicate what has happened again to us.

Yes. I understand. And the opportunity you will hold in your hand. But it will escape your control if you act to hastily. She patted her sister’s hand in sibling warmth. The eighteen months I have to do will move swiftly and closer to our reckoning with Mr. Frank, and Sal DeMonica. She hissed the last name.

A faint smile touched the full lips of Yang upon hearing the hatred streaming from her sister at the mentioning of the woman, Sal. Everyone is in place. Many false fronts have been created to trap not just Mr. Frank, and the De Monica woman, but also the suspected…adventurers. There is value in adversity sister. She smiled demurely at Yen. See I have learned much from your tutelage. I await only your approval.

A light tap on the door alerted the twins to their cousins’ return. Instead of entering the room again he stood to one side with the door opened and leaning casually against the doors frame. She rose to leave and without a word or glance back to her sister or an acknowledgement to her cousin she departed the visiting room.

The white Mercedes limo hurdled through traffic heedless of the lesser make and models of cars it passed with little courtesy. Darkly tinted windows obscured the afternoon sunlight and prying eyes while Beethoven’s 9th played a background to the overpowering silence within the luxurious upholstery of the limos back seat.

She stared at what she perceived as an ugly Metropolis. There before her lay Los Angeles, Beverly Hills and Holmby Hills where she and her cousin were headed now. Where filthy monuments of lust, avarice and wealth crawled as a snake and has released its venom in Yen. The adage of the old woman and the snake haunted her now. But she and her sister had planned for just this day. All is explicable.

You will transfer twenty million to our accounts here in Los Angeles, Chen. You will give Duc, two-hundred kilos tomorrow he is prepared on his end. We will move in seven days. Each day our steps will grow closer until we stand on the necks of our enemies.

All are in agreement then? For the first time that afternoon he spoke to his cousin in quick Mandarin.

She continued to stare out the darkly tinted windows. Without turning to really acknowledge her cousin their lawyer responsible for the multibillion dollar Conglomerate. She replied in quicker fashion and a tone which left not a doubt.

We would not have left the Visiting Room alive if all were not in agreement! The white Mercedes fueled by her last appraisal could almost be said to have sensed the need for flight.

Sal

One week later/

A Mozart aria drifted softly in surround sound throughout the spacious loft apartment on Wilshire Blvd. The aria, a somnolent piece is in conflict with the caustic upheavals, anger and impatience battling for peace within her. She wanted to kill something dearly ASAP not a minute longer. Slowly her pulse receded to a dull throb. Lingered for a second then slipped down further into an abyss she knew would calm her. She didn’t seek any answers there only a kind of painted peace. Her answers were beyond here where faces were painted in warrior colors of greed, power, and destruction of life. A place where she belonged and would soon…

You ain’t thinking about nothing but chaos, Sal. The voice penetrated Sal’s maelstrom of consciousness.

From chaos comes order, Zack. She opened her eyes reluctantly. A feeling of peace edged near but she is not willing to accept it. Not now.

Regardless of her state she could not but feel a glow of female warmth by looking at Zack. At six-three, two-hundred twenty pounds Zack is a visible description of chiseled masculinity. Beautifully proportioned with true blonde hair tied back and reaching just below the shoulders. Rugged handsome looks took a back seat to penetrating light gray eyes, almost white. She got lost in those eyes many a time while others scurried away. She knew that if anyone could take Vincent one on one it would be Zack, and one other her brother Richard.

Shower and I’ll have breakfast ready when you come out Mon Cherie.

I love it when you speak French to me. She stretched like a female lioness. Curves threatened the workout material to its limits.

That’s all you got coming babe. He said in his best gangster imitation.

She started closing the door to the bathroom when she replied dryly. You’re a man of many talents, Zack.

Breakfast shown as a delicious fare at the kitchen island, Zack’s cooking is superb. Aside from being co-owner of Zackz, a club she and Zack operated on Sunset and Seward in Hollywood. The two were partners also in a security and investigation firm, Trade National. One of the best investigative firms in the U.S. Covering every angle of investigation and security for large Conglomerates to the lowly John Doe in the neighborhood.

What set Trade National apart from other similar Companies? Its willingness to take on a particular or dangerous assignments with an impressive and discreet reputation for resolving a difficult case. One such case defined the term of difficult in a most basic way. A night she would long remember and one that Vin and Frank would one day regret.

You look se difficult tis morning Mon Cherie. Did se breakfast I prepare and slave over not sofin you up? His French accent increased when she was a concern.

A radiant smile touched her lips causing Zack to furrow his brow. You are not happy, Sal. You may waste that smile on those…how do you say? Who do not know you…intimately oui.

She stuffed a sausage into her mouth to cover the expression of exasperation. No. But I will be. She clarified. I am on full throttle and…

Ready to work Zackz this evening. He finished the sentence for her. We are short a Barmaid ah you fit se bill, Cherie.

A…Barmaid? She said incredulous.

He shrugged innocently then dabbed a napkin to his lips before preparing to leave. So tis settled. We will talk of other… issue at a more convenient time, oui. A knock at the door hastened his departure and retreat to the door.

Ahh…your sitter has arrived for today.

Sitter? Her confusion increased by the second. I don’t… The angry retort is quelled only to be replaced by amazement at who stood at the open door.

Sophia… She croaked out the beautiful brunettes’ name.

I se you two will have se much to talk up. Adieu ladies. With that he made his hasty exit. On time Sal! His voice matched the receding sound of his heels against the hallway floor.

Across the distance the two women examine one another quickly. Sophia stood with a box of candy cradled protectively against her chest. Beautiful would not be an adequate measuring stick for her. Perfectly proportioned everywhere, and in every sense. Delicate porcelain features combined with a full statuette figure any woman would kill for. The only make-up she ever wore is a variety of lipstick lightly applied. As kids growing up the only other girl in the neighborhood to attract as much male attention as she was Sophia.

A husky voice added a dimension to the woman’s beauty. You look lovely, Sal

Cut the shit, Sophia. She stood slowly. I…

I love you too, Sally. She dropped the box of candy and walked the space quickly between herself and Sal and gave her a hug filled with long time memories of love.

They cried in each other’s arms.

Frank

Burbank, California/

Your assessment of the situation is unclear to me, Dang. His statement