The Complete Connection

By Eye Sullivan

Officer Carlton T Jackson Decided to leave Los Angeles after a failure of a drug bust on Hope Street. His nightmares of his partner still haunted him when he was gunned down by a drug dealer. His life changed as bounty hunter when he got involved in trying to stop Verclin Einstien and his team of crooked bank robbers. Jackson knew his life would change from the worst as he discovers he has super natural secrets as a dark entity named Obsession sexually taunts his soul with her gothic passion and reveals to him what he really is. Back slider Cadon Kywaski can sense the sudden change in the strange bounty hunter as he takes down bully and street thug Lodion Legrand in a alley way. Kywaski delayed his temptation to kill Jackson in the bathroom at a hang out club when he saw Jackson again. The former crusader wasnt sure if Jackson was the real enemy or not. Jackson faces Obsession again as he and the bounties The Fearless Cults are involved in a kidnapping. His desires grow strong for the young entity every second during his involvement of Einstien and his capture of Kyle Hymanburgs daughter. Will Jackson complete his mission to take down Einstien plan and save Hymanburgs daughter or fall in to the lustful passions of Obsession?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499038705

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Chapter 1

I taly, September 13, 2054. It was a cool brisk afternoon, with many of the men and women of the town of Brera shopping, walking their dogs, or enjoying the cool afternoon. But it has its differences.

The way they lived and their laws were a little different in their time. The televisions they watched and the stoves and appliances they used have reached or just about reached its technology level. The laws in Italy are very strict. Malls, shopping areas, and even federal buildings have high-technology surrounding sensors built in their facilities. The floating cameras on the outside of some streets and facilities usually detect if there’s any crime in the areas. But criminals still broke laws and found ways to beat the system. Some things never change during these times of ages. Brera is the home of Manuela’s Bail Bond Agency building in Milan Italy. It is wide in diameter with two floors. The front of the building has a Greek-like statue of a woman pouring a vase of water in a small-like pool. The front yard has its beauty of green grass and luxurious colorful flowers sprouting in the front yard on an afternoon sunlight. The doors are made of hard Oakwood, and above the front door there is a balcony with a wooden rail around it. The balcony overlooks the town of Brera in Milan with its friendly pedestrians and its fine living. The backyard is another site for a landscape artist to drool over with a Greek birdbath in the middle of the yard and its God-gifted canvas. Carlton Tibs Jackson bounty hunts at this agency. Carlton, who prefer to be called Tibs who once worked as an LA narcotics officer for years and believed in taken criminals down, tried to forget why he became a bounty hunter, but it was still in his memory that fateful night when his partner was killed. He can still see the bloodstain on his clothes as he held his friend up hoping he would survive the gunshot wounds. But he didn’t make it.

Bad deal gone wrong. But no matter how he tried to forget, he still remembers. Manuela’s office is always dark just like the offices in an old drama movie. Manuela kept his desk neat with a schedule book, a pen, and a small lamp. The office has a stench of the cigar odder that smells all the time; on the left side of the room Manuela keeps a painted picture frame of a beautiful woman with her light brown hair pulled back with maybe a hair band or a hair clip. She looked like she was wearing a blue blouse of an Italian fashion that matched her blue eyes in the painting that was above a long shelf. Even in the dim room, you can still see it hanging on the wall with the small amount of light. The shelf was hooked up on a rack with a baseball on it and a small amount of books. Manuela was standing near the doorway leading to the balcony holding his hands behind his back smoking on his cigar. There was some sunlight at the entrance of the balcony, but Manuela’s wide heavy body blocked some of the light. Manuela is a little shorter than Tibs that is clearly on the five-nine height mark and weighs the average of three hundred pounds. Manuela had lost some of his hair and still has some growing on the side. He has a double chin and has a strange villain sinister grin on his face as if he has plans to take over the world. His grin is probably more sinister than the business he runs. Manuela wears a tan dress suit with a fancy white collar shirt. On his fingers, he wears all kinds of fancy rings and a gold watch with a black facing on his right wrist. Jackson, I’m sure you heard about the bank robberies from the past few weeks, Manuela spoke to Tibs in the dark office. Tibs was sitting in front of Manuela’s desk as he was talking to Tibs. It was so dark near the front desk it appeared that Manuela was standing in the doorway with his back turned talking to himself. Manuela turned around and walked toward his desk and opened one of the draws from his desk and pulled out a black folder and tossed it lightly on the desk. The dim desk lamp on the desk showed the typing letters on top of the folder. It reads confidential files. Tibs knew that this would be another tough assignment. Tibs opened the files and saw the suspect’s records. His name is Verclin Einstein, Manuela explained to Tibs. He has been living somewhere in Italy for the past few years. Manuela flicked his cigar in a large ashtray at the corner of his desk while Tibs was staring in the files.

Verclin Einstein is a common bank crook from Germany. He was caught in Florida and sent to prison. He was able for bail, and now he’s running loose in Italy robbing more banks. Verclin has three others working with him. One of them is from the American state, Peter Baislen, a.k.a. the Weasle, a skinny little guy that wears glasses and has a blondish, sandy-colored 1950-style haircut. He is a high technician specialist and has access to a lot of high-tech equipment gadgets they use on their operations. Sonia Monvic, a female blond with beautiful long hair, is his inside specialist. A German-born jewel theft who knows how to sneak in federal buildings and can crawl through tight holes and small spaces, who was trained by the very best including in martial arts, aerobics, and took up self-defense classes and also fought in karate tournaments in Japan. Beviski Zemac, weapon specialist, lived in Germany and is now a resident in Italy. Zemac weapon consists of Uzis, handguns, and several other deadly customized weapons. Zemac is average built with dark hair. Occasionally he wears tented glasses and has a history of being in the military. They are heavily armed and dangerous. The bounty for Einstein is eighteen grand tops the bounty and will go up if you catch all three of his accomplices, Manuela said. Tibs sat silently in front of Manuela’s desk as he brisk slowly through the folder. The files didn’t give much information, Tibs thought, as he slowly closed the folder and slid it back on the desk to Manuela. Manuela placed his left hand softly on the folder while he was leaning back in his office chair and slowly slid the folder back toward himself and said to Tibs, A man of your caliber should be able to handle this run. Manuela took another puff of his cigar and blew it in the air while Tibs got up and walked out of the dark office. It was almost 4:30 p.m. Tibs was suppose to meet Gevone at the diner before he goes to see Kyle. Kyle Hymanburg who taught law in college and then became a computer hacker back in the days. He was caught by the feds in Las Vegas and did thirteen to twenty years in prison. It was the biggest case ever. The feds used him later to track down criminals—a regular high-tech bloodhound. Kyle met Tibs in a case while Tibs was a law enforcer in Vegas. The two became a pair and joined forces, and later they found each other in Italy. Tibs drove to the diner in his 14E S Series BMW classy top-of-the-line dark blue sedan. Tibs vehicle of choice. The name of the diner is called Perireoz’s diner. All of the heavy hitters come here. The best damn food in Malin. The mobs can’t get enough of Mama Perireoz’s home cooking. The valet parking person came over to park the car. Tibs walked toward the front door and saw two men and a woman. One of the men was wearing an all-black dress suit with a blue tie, and the other man was wearing a black short leather jacket and graylike silver slacks. The woman had on a low-cut orange short dress with a small split on the right side and a long black trench coat. They watched as Tibs went to open the door. The fresh smell of beef whiffed past his nose as he walks in the diner. Tibs could hear laughter and men talking loud in Italian as if they just made a racist joke. Tibs thought to himself. Gevone spotted Tibs while he was laughing with his friends. He spoke to Tibs in Italian while moving out of his seat. Hey! You freakin cocksucker. Get your rear end over here, Gevone said jokingly. Gevone Casanoni, a big-time businessman, in his midsixties who once ran the Shorckly crime family way back in the year of 2014 and later became legit and ran his own business and sold stocks after he did his time in prison. None of the feds or the other crime family can touch him. Gevone grabbed Tibs then put his left arm around Tibs’s shoulders as if they were old buddies speaking in Italian. Cu mere you pus, Gevone said with a warm welcome and a shifty grin. I like you to meet some freakin’ good people over heres. He led Tibs over to where there were a bunch of guys sitting at two tables. One of them had a woman sitting on his lap, and the other woman was standing beside one of the guys. This here is Tony Wroso, a partner of mine in the business. This is Bernie, Maroco, and his old lady Melisa. This is Pete. Now you and Pete have something in common. He’s my gun specialist. He handles the heavy artillery. The gunman gave Tibs a slight nod with no emotion as Gevone switched Tibs’s attention to another friend of his. And this is Brick House, my muscles. I have him take care of the ya know, main stuff. Gevone didn’t introduce Tibs to everybody, so he stretched both his arms outward and said in a proud Italian voice, And this, this is the rest of the family. After awhile, Gevone went back to joking, talking, and introducing Tibs to more of his friends and business partners. Gevone gently grabbed Tibs left elbow firmly and started speaking English. Cu mere, I gotta ramp around wit chus for a moment. Gevone and Tibs walked away from the gathering and took Tibs to a private table at the other side of the diner. Tibs felt a little discomfort of being in Perireoz’s, but he had to hear what Gevone had to offer. Hey, Tibs, ya lookin’ freakin’ good, stayin’ in shape? he asked Tibs. Yeah, kind of. Gevone poured a glass of wine and offered it to Tibs. Would chus like some of this here? This here is some of my finest wine straight from the motherland. Yes, I would, Tibs answered and sipped lightly on the wine. It was a grape-flavored wine from the eastern Riviera in Rome. It wasn’t like the other flavored wines Tibs tasted. So, Tibs, how much is Manuela paying yous? He’s paying me enough, answered Tibs. I can double your wage. I could pay twice as much than what Manuela is paying you. I want you to whack that German son of a bitch Verclin, twenty thousand for blowin’ his freakin’ brains out. You’re talking about a hit? Tibs asked Gevone as Tibs placed the fancy glass back on the table. Yeah, uh-uh, uh, hit if you wanna call it dat. Gevone, I’m not in the hit man business. I know everyone in town is desperate to get a piece of him, but we can’t just take him out off the face of the earth. Listen to me and listen good, Gevone said in a stern look on his face. That no-good son of a bitch took what belongs to me. Now the rest of the family wants to start an alliance ya know, settle shit until this thing clears. Gevone had an angry-speaking voice when he spoke. I’m not killing anybody. Gevone paused for a moment. Eddy said you would be difficult to negotiate wit, tell ya what, do your job, Tibs, find this Verclin. Do your job and do it well. Gevone looked Tibs in the eyes like if he means business. Because if you don’t find him, so help me, I’ll find him myself. I’ll take care of it, Tibs told Gevone as he got up from the table and walked out the diner. Tibs knew things would heat up when Gevone wanted to see him. If Gevone starts an alliance, things could get messy for him and for Verclin and his gang. Tibs got in his car and turned on the radio. He tuned in to the jazz station. He thought maybe the music will help him focus on the case. A saxophone player was playing a perfect melody as Tibs drove to Florence. Tibs got to Kyle’s apartment after a two-hour drive. Kyle lives in a two-family house. The house has a yellow tannish look with brown trimmings around the windows. The front area has well-cut bushes near the entrance and green soiled grass with a concrete walk path toward the house. Tibs can see the lights on in his apartment as he walked on the walk path on the cool brisk evening. The stairs were leading down where Kyle lives. Tibs thought to himself, Maybe I’ll surprise him. It’ll keep him on those old toes of his. He always forgets to lock his door at night. Tibs was right about his friend Kyle. He left the door unlocked. Tibs opened the door that leads to the living room. It was just one small side lamp on sitting on a side table near a couch. Tibs tiptoed toward the kitchen area—the only place that had bright lights on. Kyle was at the stove cooking some meat sauce. Tibs can smell the seasonings and the onions he had in the sauce. Looks like you out did yourself this time, Chef Boyardee, Tibs said standing at the kitchen entrance with his arm folded. Kyle quickly looked up and was startled. Kyle’s eyes widened and made a loud gasp knocking pots and pans over and breaking glasses. Shit, Tibs! Fuck! You scared the heby ber jebys out of me. Tibs made a small type of laugh as Kyle grasp for his heart with his left hand while he was trying to recover from the sneak attack. I see your reflexes haven’t changed. Well, I guess it didn’t. Now look what you made me do. Kyle looked around at the mess on the floor. You’re gonna help me clean this crap up. Tibs picked up a cut-up carrot from the salad bowl Kyle left on the countertop and tossed it in his mouth. Ya know you left your door unlocked, Tibs reminded Kyle. Oh, ya noticed. What are you making? Tibs asked. I’m making spaghetti with the eh special meat sauce they use out here. Can you pass me the cayenne? Did you find a job yet? Tibs asked Kyle. No, but I’m looking around. Maybe I’ll do maintenance, work at one of these museums, ya know it’s hard to hire a convict, pal. Yeah . . . I spoke to him. Ya spoke to who the pope? No, Casanoni. Kyle had a surprised look when he told him.

Casanoni thee Gevone Casanoni? The one that said if Freddy Gruger was ever in his dreams, he would offer him a hit man job, thee Gevone Casanoni? Tibs nodded his head and said, Yeah, thee Gevone Casanoni. What are you nuts? Hanging around that guy. What did that maniac wanted? He was going to double what Manuela’s bounty was if I kill Verclin. Well, what you tell him? Kyle asked as he was stirring the meat sauce in the pot. Well, let’s just say it was a no deal. I see your point. Kyle response to Tibs as he turns to Tibs as if he was about to give a lecture. I mean you shouldn’t be going around shooting bank thieves if the mafia is paying you more than what it’s worth. I mean that’s darn right erotic if you ask me. Yeah, you’re right, Kyle. I’ll do it, Kyle jokingly said. Kyle! All right, all right, if he wants this Einstein so bad, why don’t he hire one of his goons to put a hit on him? Because he knows the feds are gonna get involved, and if I don’t find Verclin on time, Gevone is gonna send his search party and things are gonna get messy. Yeah, Gevone is not playing with a full deck. That’s why I need you to run a check on Verclin, see if he’s being using any credit, debit cards, brought or rented any cars, checked in any hotels, Tibs asked his friend Kyle. Okay I’ll run a make through the old console. Great, Kyle, I’ll see you tomorrow. Kyle walked Tibs to the door. See you tomorrow, pal, Kyle said as he closed the door and said to himself, I would’ve took the offer.

Chapter 2

Venice, Italy,11:10 p.m.

T ibs went to sleep. He can see the visions of what happened to his partner during a bust when he worked narcotics in Los Angeles. He and Domanic was in a marked car on South Hope Street. It was real dark and deserted that night. The lights from the streets brighten some of the walk areas on the sidewalks, but the buildings in the background stayed dark in the night. The car they were in was 2050 Everlast. The two were in the car talking to one another while they were waiting for the other two men. Hey, bro, what you’re reading, is it interesting? Domanic asked as he was looking down at Tibs’s paperback book. Tibs told him in a serious voice, It’s called brother against brother . . . why should we fight . . . one another. By a famous black cultural leader named Andrew Jones. The cover of Tib’s book had a painted picture of two African tigers in fighting position. One was a black panther, the other one was an orange tiger with black stripes on it. Wasup with Africa, man? Domanic asked. What do you mean, Domanic? I mean the politics, man. It’s not like Puerto Rico, the politicians out there in Africa today is fucked up, bro. They are fighting for those rights right now, my friend. Communists are speaking with world leaders, Africa will have their rights, Jackson mentioned. Domanic shook his head. I don’t know, man. I mean if I was to go down there to vote, I’d be afraid I’d get shot in the back or get my head cut off or sumthing. Tibs thought of his friend’s danger would scar him forever. You shouldn’t have come here, Tibs said to Domanic. What do you mean, because I asked you about Africa? No, Dom, it’s not that. I’m sure you would like to know about Africa just like I would like to know about Puerto Rico. We can ramp and rave about it all night. It’s just this assignment, it could get ugly. What you worried about esa I thought we are supposed to be cops, bro? Let’s wait for these puta madra punk culos. We’re supposed to be in this together right? Let’s make the drop, so we can split, bro. Tibs nodded his head in agreement. Yeah, you’re right, Dom, we’re cops. This is what we do. Somewhere deep down inside, Tibs had a feeling that something was going to go wrong.

The setup plan was to exchange the case of cocaine that the two undercover police officers, Carlton T Jackson and Domanic Vajdos, had for the case full of money and get a lead on the dealer’s location. Things got rough during the deal. Hey, bro, there they go. Domanic saw the men driving in two separate vehicles. One was a light gray Lincoln, and the other car was a white Cadillac.

Both of the vehicles were coming down Hope Street. Tibs and Domanic were waiting for the cars to pull up. Hey, Tibs, how do I look? Domanic asked Tibs. You look like a high-class drug-dealing cop, answered Tibs. Domanic smiled and said, Hey, that’s funny, bro. The cars pulled up in front of Tibs’s marked vehicle. The front lights of one of the cars were on high beam that shined bright on Tibs’s and Domanic’s faces. Well, it’s showtime, Tibs said in a serious voice. All four men stepped out of their cars. There was a brisk chill in the night air that Tibs felt. Domanic had a lit cigarette already in his mouth as he took a few puffs on it. Domanic had to look like a real tough drug lord. He had to go undercover in a gang for ten-and-a-half months as Tango Carlos a drug lord in the west side of LA. He became one of the top dealers in the business and stayed undercover. Domanic had to look the part wearing a dark purple bluish pin stripe suit with all kinds of gold jewelry around his neck and on his fingers and an attitude to go along with it. Tibs was known as fast-hand Willy. He ran deep cover at a club that Domanic, a.k.a Tango Carlos, owned. They had played their parts well. The other two were Stoney, and the other one was known as Billy.

Stoney had a Cuban cigar in his mouth and a slick smile on his face. He was one of the criminals on the topmost wanted list in LA. Billy was his partner. He knew a lot of big-time legit and criminal bosses. Billy knew how to get around Hollywood and get the best coke on the market. Hey ya, Willy! Stoney yelled as he took the cigar out his mouth and gave a happy smile. Stoney, Tibs said as he gave him a slight nod. Do you still use those fast hands for the boxing ring, Willy? No, only on the crap tables. Stoney turned to his partner. Hey, Billy! I used to bet on this guy. He helped me bring home a lot of dough that night. I was able to buy that fancy fur coat Sasha was wearing at the club and paid off the mortgage for the house. Billy gave a light laugh in the background. Heh-heh no, shit. Yeah, this freakin guy should’ve gone prime time, Stoney said. Tibs gave himself a slight put-down as Stoney tried to build up his credibility. I’m not that good. Aw! Come on, yer one of the best. Stoney looked at Domanic as he gave Tibs a friendly pat on the back. Hey, Willy, who’s dis? This is Tango Carlos, the man I was telling you about. He owns the club that the Bilko brothers sold him. Tango, this is Stoney, and the other guy behind him is— Before Tibs could say anything, Domanic cut him short. Look enough with the introduction, homey! Let’s do this so we can break out of here! Domanic had to play his role real good as drug lord, very uneasy, hard-to-deal-with type in this operation. Stoney put both his hands slightly up to calm him down. Okay, take it easy, muchacho, it’s going to be taken care of all right. We’re going to make the exchange, Billy’s going to pop open the trunk to the car. Stoney tried to say something else to Domanic, but Domanic interrupted. Nah we want our shit now, bro. I got peoples to see, places to go, hoes to fuck. Come on, bro, time is money. Let’s go, let’s go! I agree with yous guys. Time is very valuable, Stoney said with that grin Tibs will never forget. Hey, Billy, pop the trunk and get the briefcase, ordered Stoney. Yous got it, Stone. Billy popped the trunk and fumbled, moving stuff around, while Tibs went to grab a duffle bag from his trunk. Billy found the briefcase and placed it on the edge of the opened trunk and fiddled around with the combination lock that was built on the briefcase. Hey, Stoney! Com er will ya! yelled Billy trying to open it. Hey, wasup! What your boy, bro? I don’t know yous guys, just hold on there, eh, I’m gonna see what’s going on wit dis. Stoney turned around to Billy. Hey, what’s wit ya huh? What’s the holdup? Billy was still trying to open the briefcase. I forgot the freakin combination. Stoney walked behind the car where Billy was standing with the briefcase. What’s going on, schmuck? Billy quickly grabbed Stoney by the back of the neck, and both of them squatted down behind the car. What are ya nuts? Billy whispered to Stoney. Get your freakin hands off me, Stoney demanded. If we make this freakin deal, we’ll be takin’ over the south of Los Angeles and Chicago, understand me? he whispered back to Billy. Billy gave Stoney a strange look and said to Stoney, Uh no, you don’t understand. I don’t do businesses with no cops. So wachu saying they’re cops? I don’t know anything about the nigger, but that spenck is a cop. He works for Groiden, he’s LAPD. You shitten me, how you know? He busted Slatch and Carmile on Wilshire Boulevard. Don’t fuck with me, Billy. No, I’m not fuckin’ wit chus. All right, Billy, grab the stash. I’ll take care of Willy, you take down the copper. Stoney came from behind the car. What took you so long? Domanic asked Stoney. Stoney gave both men a smile. Oh, there’s been a problem with the briefcase, gentlemen, along with a slight change of a plan. I hope yous understand the situation. Before Tibs knew, gunshots rang out in an instant. His partner got shot twice in the sternum. Stoney tried to pull out his gun from his jacket. Tibs had to think fast, or he would be done. Tibs quickly ran toward Stoney to knock him on the ground. Stoney fell to the ground with gun still clenched to his hand. Stoney aimed for Tibs while Tibs ran for cover. Stoney shot a round off barely missing Tibs. Tibs pulled out his colt 45 acp blue from his left sock and shot it at Stoney. Tibs didn’t notice Billy still behind the back of the car and shot at Tibs. That son ova . . . Tibs said as he waited for Billy to stick his head back up from behind the car side area. Come on, come on, you fucker. Billy stuck his head up to fire another shot at Tibs. Tibs quickly pointed his gun toward Billy and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced through the air and hitting its mark, piercing Billy’s forehead. Billy fell backward to the ground. Stoney shot two more rounds at Tibs. Tibs can feel the impact of the bullets firing toward his feet as he ran fast like a line backer and darted behind one of the garbage dumps near a building. Hey, Willy! shouted Stoney. Your buddy, Carlos, he’s the feds! He busted some of my guys! You’re not the feds, are you, Willy? Tibs was on the edge, but he had to stay calm. He has to take down Stoney and his operation. Tibs saw Stoney was about to shoot another round, but Tibs aimed for Stoney’s hand and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew straight for Stoney’s gun and knocked it out his hand on impact. Shit, Stoney swore after his gun was knocked out his hand. Tibs ran after Stoney. He had much of a better head start of a distance from Tibs. Tibs’s adrenaline was pumping as he was full of anger and rage as he chased Stoney down the streets. Tibs stopped chasing Stoney and had to tend to Domanic. Tibs went in his left side jacket and took out a small pocket-size radio communication. Tibs began to quickly shout on the frequency. There is an officer down. Officer down on south of Hope Street, quickly send paramedics. Repeat officer down! Tibs ran back to his wounded partner. Tibs’s face was hot with anger. Tibs went down on his knees where Domanic was lying still barely alive. Tibs went to hold Domanic and softly placed the palm of his hand on the back of Domanic’s head to lift it up and then used his other hand to press hard on the wounded sternum area to stop the bleeding. It’ll be all right, Dom, help is on the way. Hey, Tibs . . . Koff! Koff! Koff! Hey. Humf! Hey, bro, we got club to run right? The pain that his partner was feeling was increasing as he was trying to speak. That’s right, Dom . . . We got a club to run, Tibs’s response to Domanic. Domanic smiled to Tibs and tried to hold on to his last breath. Hold on, Dom, help is on the way. Domanic’s eyes stayed opened as he passed out in Tibs’s arm. Bloodstain was on Tibs’s clothes and some on his hands as he used his right hand to close Domanic’s eyes. The pain that Tibs felt darkened his very soul. I shouldn’t have got you involved in this. I shouldn’t have got you involved in this, Tibs repeated with tears pouring down his face as he faded out of his nightmare. A female ghostly-like voice entered between the awakening of reality, and his dark nightmare whispered lightly in the atmosphere. Was he a friend of yours? Tibs awoke with his eyes wide open looking up at the ceiling without a movement from his body, still reliving the past of the nightmares that he blames himself for. He can never forget. Tibs woke up at six-thirty in the morning. He forgot about the strange voice he heard last night. The nightmare shook his very soul of Domanic Vajdos. The gang he joined as an undercover cop, the Latin Riots, turned the club in to the (LRBYC) Los Angeles’s Latin Riots Brotherhood Youth Center. They kept their neighborhood clean from drugs and prostitutions to honor their brother ever since. Tibs went to take a shower after he woke up. Tibs wanted to see an old friend before he goes to see Kyle. Tibs’s bare arms, shoulders, and back had different types of tattoos on his massive body. On his left shoulder, Tibs has a tattoo of a dark exotic woman lying on a bed or object with a large T above her, and on his back is a tattoo of a pair of black wings the symbol of the falling angels. The nightmare Tibs had made him sweat throughout the night. He wanted to wash it off his body. The nice cool water splashed on his muscular body as he lathered up with the soap. He lathered some of the soap and rubbed it in his faded-style haircut. Then he put both his hands on the ceramic walls in the shower, and while his hands was placed on the walls, he put his head under the showerhead and moved his head around to rinse the soap off his head. Tibs slowly leaned his head down while still holding the walls, letting the water run down the back of his head and face. Tibs closed his eyes, enjoying the sprinkling water splashing on his body. After Tibs took his shower, he went to get dressed. Tibs turned on the radio and was trying to change the stations to get the latest scores on the soccer games. He came across the news about the massive bank robberies that was caused throughout Italy. Tibs thought to himself it had to be Verclin and his gang. I hope Kyle got a lead on them. Tibs went to put on his dark blue slacks and his button-down silk blue shirt. He finished getting dressed and took his boat keys and walked out the door. It was a nice bright morning in Venice. Tibs’s home was close to the water on Riva di Biaso. Tibs had his boat locked in a boat locking rail hooked to the sidewalk in front of the houses on Riva di Biaso. His boat is a clean shiny Tahoe Sharkdesepter. The color of the boat is orange with white trimming around it. The boat is powered by a 217-inch 6-cylinder engine. Tibs used his keys to unlock the metal rail that held the boat. There were no streets in Venice, so Tibs had to take his speedboat to an area at Piazzale Poma to pick up his BMW. Tibs slid into the well-cushioned leather seat. The technology of the vehicles was different in this time. The vehicle’s steering control and instrument panel wasn’t visible to the driver. Instead the driver had to stick his key in the ignition to slide up a panel. When the electronic door slid up, the steering control of a boat style like design with its instrument panel displaying its digital readings and navigation system moving forward toward its driver. The electronic female-type voice came on a sound system in the boat and spoke in Italian. GOOD MORNING, MR. JACKSON. Good morning, Lytia. Tibs put his right hand in a slot on the right side of the steering control. The boat’s sensor was able to identify the owner so he can operate the boat. PLEASE FASTEN YOUR SEAT BELT AND ENJOY THE RIDE. The boat started its engine while Tibs pulled the seat belt over him. Tibs hit the accelerator and speeded toward the automotive parking area. Tibs’s boat had such excellent hydroplaning speed it took him seconds to get to the parking area. HAVE A GOOD DAY, MR. JACKSON. Tibs was able to park his boat and pick up his car at the parking area. Starting the BMW was almost like starting up the boat. Its starting sequence was almost similar to one another. He had to put the key in the ignition to slide up a door to reveal the steering wheel and the fancy gadgets. The instrument cluster was flashing its electronically digital speedometer, fuel level gadgets, and different odometers. The BMW didn’t have the talking computer module unit, but it has its good advance technology of its time. Tibs had to type in codes to start his car. Forbidden Obsession was the code he used for his car. Tibs gave it a little rev before he took off. The engine had a smooth sound to it. The 245-cubic inch powered V8 engine had some power for its luxurious class design and style. Tibs took his right hand from the steering wheel and softly placed it on the automatic shift handle in the drive position. The light flashed drive on the light indicator on the right side dashboard. Tibs pulled out of the parking spot and followed the path to the road. The car had a peak torque of about six hundred and had an acceleration of about 0-100 at 5.9 seconds. Tibs’s upholstered seats were dark gray velour with a mysterious-like design to it. This type of vehicle had a smooth and easy ride to its built. Tibs thought about his partner Domanic as he was driving out. He thought about the power Domanic had in east LA. Domanic shouldn’t have had that much power, but he had it nevertheless. Was he thinking the danger of his partner, or was he jealous of him?

Tibs made it to Rome. He stopped off at a flower shop to buy flowers for his friend. The flowers in the vase were made of pink tulips and an iris bouquet. They’re beautiful, Tibs told the shop owner. She will like these. A sweety, eh? Uh no, for a friend. Tibs hopped back to his car and turned on his radio. He listened to a jazz band called the Mascalzone. The car had good surround sound while it tunes the driver out from the outside world. Tibs made it to the rehab center. People were coming in and out from the automatic sliding doors from the building. Tibs was able to park his car close nearby. Tibs hasn’t seen Briana in weeks. Tibs went through the sliding doors and walked to the reception area and spoke to the receptionist in Italian. I came to see Briana Solonie. Just a moment, sir, I’ll be with you in a second. The receptionist had long jet-black hair with a long face and a skinny body wearing a sleeveless tight black minidress with a designer waist belt and long leather boots. She had her name printed on her name tag Angela. She was going through a bunch of papers on her desk. Soool . . . Solonie, Briana Solonie. The receptionist found the patient’s files. That is correct, said Tibs while staring at the receptionist. She handed him a visitor’s pass and pointed toward the elevator area. Just make a right, sir, and you should see the elevators. Thank you, miss . . . Angela, perhaps I should see you again. The receptionist put her eyes toward the ceiling as if she was annoyed and mumbled oh brother under her breath as Tibs walked toward the elevators. Tibs looked at the visitor’s pass and saw that Briana was on the third floor when he got to the elevator. Briana was a junkie, hooked on drugs for quite some time. She was a girl who just hung around the wrong crowd. Tibs later got on the elevator with three other people. Tibs didn’t know what to say to her when he sees her. Finally the elevator made a small buzz sound, and the elevator made it to the third floor area. Tibs can smell all kinds of medicine and mixed medication when he came out of the elevator. Tibs went over to another desk. Excuse me, nurse, can you tell me where’s room 312? The nurse was a little on the thick side but not as pretty as the receptionist, Angela, down at the first floor lobby. Oh, room 312, straight ahead. You can’t miss it, she said with a smile. Thank you, nurse. Tibs walked down the hall and saw room 312. This must be it. Tibs walked in the room with the vase of flowers in his hand. Tibs peeked in the room and saw Briana out of her bed and sitting in a chair in the middle of the room watching TV. Tibs walked slowly in the room and saw a small counter table and placed the vase full of flowers on the counter. Tibs slowly walked toward Briana not sure what to say or talk about with her. Tibs looked at Briana while she was staring at the TV. Her once beautiful, sweet-smelling long blond hair now looks like kinky dry hay. The makeup she used to design her face with like a model is replaced with a bonelike pale colorless face. She was wearing a white gown and comfort pants under her gown and wearing sandals on her feet. She sat there motionless watching the TV, not paying attention to the guest that walked in to see her. Tibs stared for a while then he turned his head to see what she was watching on the TV screen. She was watching an old seventeen hundredth classic type cowboy movie from many years ago. Tibs walked to the other side of the room to get a chair. He took the chair and pulled it beside her on her right side and sat down. What are you watching? Looks an old western movie or something. I didn’t know you like westerns. Dom used to look at westerns with his kids, Tibs tried to talk to Briana while in the condition she’s in, but she stared at the TV, almost like she had no soul, as if she was a zombie. Domanic was a friend of mine. We went through a lot together when we worked in LA. I miss Domanic a lot. I think of him and his family all the time. Her eyes were blank and motionless, not speaking or saying anything. It was like talking to a stranger. She wasn’t like the girl he once knew. Tibs was wondering what she’s been thinking about, friends, family. Tibs cares for Briana, and hopefully the rehab center will help cure her of her problems. Tibs gently placed his hands on top of hers where she had it laying on her lap. Tears ran down Tibs’s eyes as they sat there watching TV. Tibs sniffed and wiped his eyes. Well . . . I gotta go, Briana. I gotta take care of bounty business. I’m coming back to see you again soon. Tibs left the room where Briana was staying and got on the elevator with two people. It was good to see Briana again, Tibs thought to himself. I would reckon Kyle came up with something. When Tibs got off the elevator, he walked back toward the lobby area. Hello again, Tibs saw Angela once again at the reception area. Angela mumbled under her breath to a female coworker that was standing nearby with papers and folders in her hands. There he goes again. Tibs walked over to the receptionist desk with a slight smile and a polite personality. Angela and the other receptionist gave Tibs a long stare as he walked close to the desk. Tibs placed his right arm on the high top ledge part of the desk and leaned over slightly to talk to Angela in Italian. I like to thank you for your assistance earlier today. By the way my name is Tibs, Carlton Tibs Jackson. Friends call me Tibs. Tibs reached over to shake the receptionist’s hand. And I was curious about what you were doing this evening after work? Maybe I could accompany you to a diner or a restaurant. Angela put both her elbows on her desk and folded her hands in an upright position and supported her chin on her folded hands and gave him a smile. Mr. Jackson, are you trying to come on to me? First of all, Mr. Jackson, it’s my duty to assist people that’s . . . my job. I’m a re-cep-tio-nist. Second of all, Mr. Jackson, you’re not my type of man I’m looking for. No offense, but I really have no time for this now. Have a good day, sir. Yes, I am really sorry I have bothered you, Tibs told the receptionist and then told her back to have a good day and walked the clinic toward his car. Well, gee, that went well, Tibs said to himself as he pointed the remote key button to his car to open it. Tibs drove to Kyle’s house late in the morning. When he got there, he opened Kyle’s door and smelled what he thought was Boritos Nachos. Kyle came out of one the rooms with his brown slacks and wrinkled flannel shirt. Kyle is much older than Tibs with his white beard and shabby type of hair. Hey, Buckaroo! Get in here. I have to show you something. Kyle took Tibs to one of the rooms he came out of and saw Kyle’s office. He had lots of software computer books in his shelf and a metal desk on the other side of the room. Kyle had opened a plastic door to reveal a virtual computer—a high-tech module computer that was already turned on. Gee, Kyle, what you’re running here a starship or a science-fiction resort? Tibs jokingly said to Kyle. It’s my lovely allure, you like it? Strange but classy, answered Tibs. Kyle started reaching up for some strange-looking buttons that appeared as if they were in midair. Couldn’t find out about Verclin and his gang, but I picked up something. Kyle pushed more buttons at the bottom that looked like virtual keyboards. Then he started flipping screens and pushing things around on the virtual computer. A picture of someone’s record came up. This is the brother of one of the gang member’s clan, Aundre Baislen, and you’ll like this, Tibs. He is wanted for countless crimes. Possession of stolen weapons, tried to pickup underage teens, domestic violence, you name it. This guy’s a walking crime bomb. What else do you got? He hangs out at a bar around here called Lo Decappottable. Gee, that’s a long name, Tibs said humorously. Yeah, and my advice to you is not to go in there asking for him all right. He’s kinda of edgy, and he’s gonna run. He’s gonna think you’re the feds. Try to be easy like you wanna know directions, or try to get over like you’re trying to be friendly with him or something. Tibs and Kyle gave each other a strange look after he gave Tibs the information. Kyle knew that look. He hasn’t seen that look in a long time. Shit, Tibs! Kyle let out a loud curse. You went to see her, didn’t you? Man, I can’t believe I trusted you! Kyle slowly walked around Tibs as if he was interrogating him. We-we-well, what did you two talk about huh? Well, I hope it wasn’t about me! Kyle, it was just a vi— Get off my home. Tibs wanted to explain some more to Kyle, but Kyle was too upset. They had a dark past sometime ago. Tibs walked out of the apartment shutting the door behind him as Kyle stood there in his office with his arms folded still angry at their past. Tibs drove to the bar spot somewhere at Via Calimala. Tibs pulled over, came out his car, and walked in the bar. The bar was dark and gloomy; there was not much light. A lot of smoke filled the bar with the smell of alcohol in the air. Tibs pretty much knows what Peter Baislen’s brother looks like on that strange computer of Kyle’s. Tibs walked toward the bar and ordered a glass of beer while he was waiting for Aundre. Tibs was thinking what to do with the money when he catches Verclin and his gang. Tibs waited for fourteen minutes until Aundre showed up. He looked a little bit like his brother. He had on a pinstripe baseball shirt on with the number 31 on the right side and had the name of his favorite player on the back of it. Tibs watched as he spoke to a friend on the other side of the bar and then ordered a drink and sat down at a nearby table. Tibs pulled out a map from his inside coat pocket and started browsing through it and then started to walk over toward Aundre’s table while still looking down at the map. Uh, excuse me, sir, can you help me out? I want to get to Via Luigi Alamanni. I hear they have a great music store down there. Aundre responded, Sure, pal. Aundre got up and looked at Tib’s map and gave Tibs the directions. Ah. That was my mistake I made some wrong turns, thank you. Tibs turned and started to pretend as if he was walking away from Aundre. Tibs stopped himself and turned back to Aundre. Oh, your name by the way? You want my name? Yes, you do have a name, don’t you? It’s Aundre. You like music, Aundre? Tibs asked him. Well yeah. What type of music? I like . . . I like uh . . . jazz. Oh, we have something in common, answered Tibs. Ya ever heard of a group called the Mascalzone? Well, uh, yeah, they’re the hottest group in the country. Maybe the rest of your family has heard of them to? Tibs asked Aundre as Aundre looked at Tibs straight in the eyes. In fear, Aundre quickly jolted at Tibs and pushed him hard and fast with quick reflexes. Tibs didn’t have a chance to do anything but fall on one of the tables as Aundre ran out the door. Tibs was able to recover from the fall and ran out the door to chase Aundre as the customers in the bar looked on astonished. When Tibs was out the front door, he looked around, and then he saw Aundre already across the street. Tibs ran after Aundre dodging a few cars. Tibs was pretty quick on his feet and made it on the sidewalk and darted after Aundre. Aundre only made it halfway down the block then Tibs jumped on top of him like an unstoppable missile and knocked Aundre to the ground. What’s the matter, Aundre? Huh things got a little tense at the bar? Tibs grabbed Aundre’s wrist and forced it behind Aundre’s back. Thought you could run huh? Tibs was saying as he was locking the cuffs on his wrist. Huh, pal? Tibs grabbed Aundre from the back of his top shirt and the locked handcuffs and forced Aundre to his feet and slammed him against a nearby wall. What are you, some kind of a cop? Aundre asked while his body was pinned on the hard wall. No, Tibs responded. Are you working for Gevone? No. Then what do you want? I want answers, how much do you know about the deals with your brother and Verclin? Aundre tried to struggle himself free from the handcuffs as Tibs was trying to question him. Aundre let out a painful yell while he was struggling. What the! Those handcuffs you are wearing are made of a hard metal alloy which is link to wires. Any type of struggle can sprang or break a bone. So I suggest for your safety keep still. Hey, this is not legal. It’s legal for me. Hey, come on . . . Let go of me. I don’t know about any crazy deals they have going on, I swear. Your brother, didn’t he try to recruit you and your friends sometime ago? Yeah . . . Yeah, he tried to recruit us. We went on some of their bank jobs. They even showed us how it was done. They were able to take home sacks of money. Then why didn’t you stay? Tibs asked Aundre. I mean wasn’t it enough? Well, eh, shit yeah, I wanted to stay. Verclin bought two houses and a yacht, freakin guy was living fabulous. They stole enough money that last a lifetime. Then they started screwing with Gevone’s people. The bastard got some of his men killed. That’s when me and the other guys pulled out. Tibs was rubbing his chin in a thinking posture. Do you know where he is now? No, haven’t seen him for months. Tibs took his keys out and unlocked the cuffs from Aundre’s wrist. So you letting me go? Something like that, Tibs responded to Aundre. Tibs turned and started to walk away and told Aundre. Tell your brother and the rest of your family their lives will be a little bit too short in their line of work. Tibs went toward his car and drove away as Aundre was rubbing his sore wrist watching the bounty leave the area.

Chapter 3

Florence, Italy

V erclin Einstein—a known bank robber, a swindler, a gambler, and a lover. Verclin made love to many women, but the love for his fellow German girlfriend, Sonia Monvic, was like no other. Verclin proved that when he made love to her in his hideout spot at Via Degli Speziali in Florence. The little building was once a few things—a shopping center, a factory, a bookstore now used as a hideout for Verclin and his accomplices. Verclin was making love to her in one of the rooms that once held offices there. It was close to midnight when they were in their passionate mood. Verclin was on top of Sonia as they both were passionately kissing, tongue and lips pressed on one another on the bed. Verclin’s tongue went from Sonia’s mouth slowly toward her neck. Her neck was soft and delicate as Verclin suck softly on her like a vampire. Then Verclin moved toward her shoulders and then toward her cleavage area.

Sonia grabbed Verclin’s head and buried it between her nicely shaped breasts. Verclin between her breasts sent chills through Sonia’s body. Verclin lifted his head from Sonia’s bare breast and looked at her beautiful gorgeous face. Sonia held Verclin’s face as he was about to go down farther on her. Verclin, I want to feel you in me, Sonia commanded Verclin. Verclin wanted to grant her wish. Sonia spread her legs for her passionate lover as he takes his right hand and used it to guide his erect penis in Sonia’s waiting vagina mound. Verclin can feel the soft wetness of Sonia’s warm vagina walls.

Sonia’s moans echoed the room as she moved her hands from her lover’s back toward his buttocks. The smell of each other’s flesh astonished the both of them during their lovemaking. Verclin motioned his pelvis up and down inside of Sonia as she grabbed the sheets that is lying on the bed. Verclin was looking down at her eyes like a powerful Egyptian pharaoh taking control of a peasant woman. Sonia started grabbing Verclin’s buttocks again but this time squeezing harder pushing him deeper in her. Verclin can feel her long athletic legs wrapping around his thighs as he continues to move up and down in her. Verclin went farther and deeper feeling more of her pleasure as she let out a light scream. Verclin couldn’t hold back and let out a couple of small grunts and released himself in Sonia’s vagina’s pleasure walls as she clenched tight around his thirty-one-inch waist. Sonia’s body started jerking upward as they both have a final orgasm climax. Verclin flopped off from Sonia and on to the right side of the bed next to her. They both were exhausted during their physical passionate moment. Sonia, Sonia. You know how to make me so happy, Verclin was saying to Sonia as he was smiling and breathing heavy like he just ran around a track. It’s like you have magic. Sonia turned over to lay her beautiful soft body skin on Verclin’s masculine solid built chest. You were amazing too, my darling, She said to him as she laid her head comfortably on Verclin’s chest Verclin played with her long blond hair as she lays on top of him. Sonia lifted her head to look at Verclin. What does a man like you seek in life? What do you mean, Sonia? I already find what I seek. Verclin placed his hands softly on Sonia’s right cheek. I mean beside me? Verclin looks up at the ceiling and shrugs his shoulders I don’t know. I guess freedom. I want to be free. Is that what you want, Verclin, to be free? Sonia asked him with her soft voice. It was almost like a whisper. Yes, Sonia, to do want I want, to have a normal life, and become something other than a bank robber. Sonia rubbed her hands gently on Verclin’s bare chest. And what would you like to become? I like to become an inventor. An inventor? Ha! You an inventor? Why yes, Verclin gave Sonia a happy smile as he tells her his dreams. Why not? I mean, I could create. I could make things with my hands. Because I’m handsome, I can’t become inventor. Sonia gave Verclin a light laugh. He seemed a bit serious about what he wants to do when he gets out of this business. Sonia made a low humming sound as she laid her head back down on his chest. All right, Verclin the inventor, what would you like to invent? I like to invent? I like to invent something that can help us breathe in a better atmosphere in the world as well as Germany. I want to invent something that can fight pollution in the ozone layers. Sonia started giggling at the thought. Jesus, Verclin, you sound like one of those environmentalism, you know save the planet. But that is what I want to do. So what are you going to do, wear a baseball hat that says God’s World, grow a beard, and picket at oil companies? Yes, if necessary. I know how to pick on people. Verclin reached down Sonia’s nose and gave it a pinch. See. Verclin was showing off his playful side to Sonia, pinching her nose. Well then, my inventor, I’ll support whatever you think to do. Sonia went to sleep on Verclin’s chest. Verclin looked up at the ceiling and was thinking. Thinking about what he told Sonia about changing the environment. Maybe do better than any other scientist can ever do, he thought as he slowly went to sleep. The next morning, Verclin was sitting in a clear plastic chair with red suede seat cushion on. Verclin was having his coffee and reading his paper. Beviski stormed in the room and angrily slammed both his hands on the table. Verclin looked up from his newspaper in surprise at Beviski. That bastard, Aundre, your American friend’s brother been spotted at a bar he hangs out in! Take it easy. It shouldn’t be no problem. Verclin told him as he was closing his newspaper together. Shouldn’t be no problem eh? Somebody from the bar told me some big black guy chased him down, caught thaaa fucker, and started asking him questions! He’s been with us on our jobs remember? He might know our whereabouts and tell the feds where we are. Was he arrested or anything? Verclin asked Beviski with a worried look on his face. No, he uncuffed him and let him go, Beviski said as he went to sit down. Then he’s not working for Gevone? No, a voice in the front office said in the dim room. It was so dim you can only see a dark figure. He’s not working for Gevone. The mystery voice was sitting on an office chair with his feet propped up on a desk fiddling around with a rubber band making and stretching designs using his fingers. He’s not even with the feds. Then what does he want? asked Beviski. He’s like those mercenaries. There must be some type of reward on each and every one of our heads. He’s going to stop at nothing to get at us. So who is this guy you speak of. Do you know him? asked Verclin. His name is Tibs, Carlton Tibs Jackson. No, I don’t know him. But I’d seen his record profile. He caught over ninety-eight criminals in six weeks since he became a bounty and 317 in his LAPD day. Verclin placed his hand under his chin as if he was in a thinking posture. There are probably men leaving their jobs, wives, and children to get a piece of us. Verclin asked where was his brother Aundre now? How should I know? The figure answered while still playing with the rubber band. We have to find him. We have to see if— He doesn’t know anything, the figure interrupted. The figure flicked the rubber band into the wastepaper basket and walked toward the doorway. How do you know? Beviski asked. Peter Baislen, a.k.a. the Weasle, appeared out of the dim room. Because he’s my brother even if he did know, he wouldn’t tell somebody like Tibs. Then what should we do, boss? Beviski asked Verclin. What should we do? Verclin said back to him as he got up from his seat and walked around looking at both the men with a folded newspaper in his hands It’s what we shouldn’t and that’s worry about this Tibs or any other bounty hunters for now. We need to start focusing on hiring new recruits. We need some good men for different tasks. We need comrades from Germany, tough ex-soldiers who can handle weapons and somebody who can handle surveillance. Well then, let’s see who we can find," suggested

Reviews for The Complete Connection

[fernemysteryreader · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

The only thing to say about this novel is that plowing through it helped increase the amount of pages for reading statistics on GoodReads for 2016.

[jonnydollar77 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Joel Converse, now an internationally recognized attorney for a prestigious New York firm, is a former USAF pilot who had been shot down in the Vietnam War and was captured and tortured before escaping and making his way back across the enemy lines to safety.As the story opens, Joel is in Geneva, Switzerland acting as counsel to finalize some negotiations for one of his firm’s corporate clients, when an odd phone call draws him to an unexpected meeting at a sidewalk café. During the course of the meeting, a horrendous global plot is laid out before him; a plot that is almost too incredible to believe. It is being brought to reality by an organization that is code-named Aquitaine. And “someone” wants Joel Converse to stop it. Robert Ludlum, always a master of suspense, intrigue and espionage, once again delivers a page-turning read. Full of plot twists and turns, this book kept me up late at night because I just couldn’t stop reading. The characters are well-developed and the plot is fantastic. Some of the dialogue seemed a little implausible, but I credit that to the fact that the book was written over 25 years ago and language has changed a bit since then. I don’t believe that this detracts at all from the story. The Aquitaine Progression is a swift moving storyline that never lags or loses steam, this book is a must-read for fans of the suspense/thriller genre and of course, for any Ludlum fan.

[tadad_1 · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

Just stick to Ludlum from the 80s. His later stuff ranges from just OK to terrible.