Gifted

By De-Witt A. Herd

About the Book
Gifted is not just taking a mere though and mixing it with reality, it is finding what you do best and exploring the possibility on how far one can go. A young boy from the out skirts of New York in the mid-60s realized he had the one thing the Brotherhood and the Mafia would die to protect. Thus, putting a completely new twist in cat and mouse game; moreover, the Federal Bureau of Investigation had many clues, but could not piece it together. Therefore, the hunt was on to put the puzzle together. There are humor and a surprising twist as the clues are revealing in a flashback that will make you wonder. The young boy did not know anything about or even heard of Sherlock Holmesism and the theory of deduction, but he take has gift to a completely new level as the adventure continues.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479706051

De-Witt A. Herd

Biografía Nacido en el Bronx, Nueva York, he compartido en mis escritos que yo era siempre un soñador de corazón. A pesar de que aprendí muy poco durante mi crecimiento, me ayudo a auto-superarme. Fui a la escuela Preparatoria Evander Child en Gun Hill. Y me he podido superarme como Cocinero Gourmet para Banquetes, he obtenido un título en Licenciatura en Servicios Humanos para avanzar a una Maestría en Consejería Matrimonial, familia, terapia infantil, y el control de la ira. Sin embargo, todavía existe la necesidad dentro de mí de aprender más. He escrito otros libros como “Poesía en los pensamientos de un Soldado”, “Fuego Fantasmal”, y “Los senderos de un cocinero militar", y ahora “Dotados”. Dotados es verdaderamente notable en sí mismo mediante la adopción de realidad y ficción para crear un mundo a la iluminación.

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Copyright © 2012 by De-Witt A. Herd.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

Beginning Words of Thoughts

1. Presently Simple

2. One Life for Me

3. Gifted

4. The Brotherhood of Black Power

5. Welcome to little Italy

6. Smile, you’re on Candid Camera

7. Number 5 Train

8. Bronx Haven

Author’s Notes to the Readers

Beginning Words of Thoughts

Everyone has a gift within his or her self-conciseness. Only a few have an understanding of their gift. They also choose to explode it; however, others are not aware of their gift. In addition, even if they are they do not understand why they are so different from others.

CHAPTER ONE

Presently Simple

W ITHIN THE SUBURBIA of Santé Louis Missouri, is a man name Delano Alexander. He is 58 years old, born in the Bronx New York were life can be hard but presently simple for a city with a vast population.

He settles in a single home house with his wife, 48 years old Nineth (knee-net) and two children, Diego 16 year’s old son and Jacqueline Lizabeth 10 year’s old. Delano retired from the military and resided in Saint Louis, Missouri to be close to family who move from New York and settle in the west. Unfortunately, Delano’s father died in 1973 due to a drug deal that went wrong. The place was Washington DC as Delano was waiting in the back of the Plymouth, although he barely knew his father because he never grew up with him.

Yo De, wait my man I need to take care of some business. Delano just looked without responding. I tell you what, let us do it, this will only take a minute, he said. The car was the only one parked in the parking lot facing the street. The passenger side was line up with the only building on the corner. Delano and his dad went inside the building and up to the third floor. Wait in this room, he said. There was a sister (a black woman) in the room who has just finish shooting up. It was not new to Delano even though he did not hang out in the streets of New York. Yet unlike his brothers who spend more time in the street than in school. Although, Delano did have his share of being a runner for the eastside gang so it was not new to have junkies’ looking for a way out through a needle or pipe in the South Bronx.

The sister came over as Delano sat on a worn out and torn bare mattress. You want water babe. She bends down slightly having cut off slacks and wearing an oversize V-neck T-shirt. She was a slim dark chocolate with short hair, exposing her breast that favors two medium size bananas. I’m good, Delano quietly said. The sister said ‘cool’ while patting Delano’s left knee three times and left the room still bent over. Moments later Delano heard let’s go as his dad (who he has known him to be call Elex), rush by the room without coming in. Delano quickly got up, dash out the door with minutes behind him until they were out the building. It only took second to jump in the car and yell, Get in the back. He reached down under the seat, pulled out a 38, and placed it on the passenger side. Proceeding to start the engine and then reaching for the 38. A loud bang echo through the parking lot, that second Delano’s dad jump and hit the gas as the car race in the street. Turning left, he then leans over forward, over the steering wheel. The car speeded through a busy intersection and crash into an abandon gas station. Before long, the crowd gathers as the DCPD arrive and took Delano to the precinct. The detective question Delano for hours, repeating the question What happen, did you kill him repeatedly until Delano stop talking.

Two large officers came and grab each arms saying get up. However, not knowing what to expect, Delano had no choice but to go with them. They took him to another lobby opposite of the entrance he came in through several hours before. There Delano’s grandmother was waiting with an unknown women he had never met. The officers released their grip as his grandmother embraced him. Without warning, he cries saying they think I killed him. Delano often flashes back on what happen in DC but never show any regret or grief on the event.

While in New York Delano visit his great grandmother for the summer while on military leave from West Germany. The rest of the family had spread out through the country such as his brothers. Other members such as aunts and uncles that resided in Saint Louis had long pass away according to friends and neighbors.

After retiring from the army, Delano purchases a house in the same area were family use to reside. Delano always wanted to live a simple life and not dwell on things that they cannot afford. Delano worked as a substance abuse counselor at a local facility that is grant funded every three years. One morning while at work Delano, has been assign a new client, Jonathan Kenworthy, a 67-year-old man who was refer to the treatment facility for alcoholism. In addiction with three DWI’s the court system order him to seek treatment as an alternative to prison. Mr. Kenworthy was also kick out of his house by his wife from a resent drunken rage that led to a family violent charge with criminal trespassing. During an intake assessment: Hi my name is Mr. Delano Alexander and I will be your counselor during your initial treatment her at the facility. So, how are you today? I am fine, how long will this take Sir? (Mr. Kenworthy distinguish looking gentlemen, who spoke with a masculine voice). Well, it depends you are listed as an outpatient. The first initial intake will take about an hour to an hour and thirty minutes. Some client’s takes up to two hours, it really depends on that person. Do you have another appointment to go to; we can reschedule you for a later date if you like. No Sir, I need to eat something before I take my medication, said Kenworthy. Okay, we will get started, Mr. Kenworthy do you know why you are here. Look my wife kicks me out of my own house and calls the police. Now, I have criminal trespassing because I was sleeping in my own truck on my own property.

The intake took an hour and forty-five minutes as Mr. Kenworthy deny any real problems with alcohol. He reports being an engineer by trait and a retired college professor at the local university putting in 35 years instructing. Delano was finishing some notes and asks, Mr. Kenworthy how long you were in the military. Mr. Kenworthy looked surprised before responding. Twenty-five years, he said. Army Sergeant Major, right? How would you know that; you talk to my wife. Kenworthy appears slightly agitated, as counselor Delano stated, oh just had that feeling. Well Sir, were about finish and the reception will schedule you for next week. Oh, by the way, the outpatient program is three month; there will be schedule group therapy and individual counseling. Mr. Kenworthy just walk out the office without saying a word, but squint his eyes and display a smirk like grin on his face. While looking back, Delano said Mr. Kenworthy, by the way, it is important to be honest, and for next session we can discuss your law enforcement days. Kenworthy’s eyes open up wide but