Diabla Meets Big Ju Ju
By Karl Tutt
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Diabla Meets Big Ju Ju is the third in the Dee Rabow Mystery Series. Dee is a gutsy, tough female detective with more skeletons that one closet can hold. Murders seem to stalk her like some hideous disease. The latest in her string of deadly felons is Big Ju Ju, a gang leader who likes to play the clown. But the clown plays for real and the blood flows. He has his eyes on Henri, a boy that has befriended Dee and her partner, Ricky. Saving him and his mother from a group of vicious thugs might be the most difficult task they've tackled yet. and the price may be more than they want to pay.
Karl Tutt
Karl Tutt is a retired English teacher from a dropout prevention program in Florida. He is a veteran cruiser who has published several sailing articles in national publications. His two new offerings, The Children of the Wolf and The House at Hull, continue the mastery of murder and mayhem demonstrated in the Ghostcatcher series with T.K Fleming, and his female sleuth, Dee Rabow, in the Diabla series. Quick, engaging, and satisfying . . . those words describe the approach that has lured thousands of readers to the pages of his murder mysteries.
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Diabla Meets Big Ju Ju - Karl Tutt
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DIABLA
MEETS
BIG JU JU
By
Karl Tutt
Smashwords Edition
Copyright Karl Tutt 2014
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This is a work of fiction. Names, brands, characters, places, media and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction which might have been used without permission. The publication use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated or sponsored by the trademark owners.
Thanks to Carolyn and Rosalie, my patient readers, and Sue, an editor who is generous with her time and attention.
DIABLA MEETS BIG JU JU
By
Karl Tutt
Chapter 1
Wash your car, Mister?
The speaker was small and very dark. His voice had a childish lilt to it, but he was trying hard to sound like the man he wanted to become. He held a bucket full of sudsy water, and a couple of red rags hung from his back pockets. His eyes danced with a glint that was full of mischief, but had an ancient glow that might become wisdom if he lasted long enough on the streets.
Ricky looked at him and smiled. Just washed her, myself. She should be clean.
You don’ look too hard,
he instructed, water spot, streak on de windshield. I make her shine like a Caddy XLR shud. I give you deal. Full buff for five dollar. Take me ten minute at mos’.
Ricky looked at me and laughed under his breath. We’re in no hurry, are we Dee? Let’s get a cup of coffee and see if this young gentleman is good for his word.
You no worry about Henri. He give you de bes’ bang for de buck you get. You come back, you see you face in de shine.
Ricky crouched and got face to face with the tiny entrepreneur. Okay Henri, I’m trusting you with my car. You do the job, you get paid. Don’t let me down.
The child beamed. Ricky stuck his hand out and the kid shook it with almost too much energy. Then he reached deep into his front pocket and pulled out a chamois. He held it up for Ricky to inspect. It was worn, but soft and stainless.
My partner and I walked down to Chico’s and ordered Columbian black.
I used to wash cars when I was kid,
he said, but we worked cheap. A buck apiece and I was damned glad to have it. Lucky if I made five a day.
Cute kid,
I said, must be Haitian. I haven’t seen him in the neighborhood before. What? Maybe ten or so?
Ricky nodded. Hey, the kid wants to work. Let him make an honest dollar. Beats hustling weed or shoplifting. If he does a good job, maybe we can find something else for him to do.
You got that right, Sir.
We talked about a few cases we were working on, but overall they were pretty damned boring. Nasty divorces, a couple of financial investigations. Ricky Fuenes and I had partnered up after we were asked politely to turn in our badges. We had our own office with our names on the door. That and four quarters might get you a cup of bad coffee. Rod, my former lover, our new junior senator from Florida and secret client, had come through with some leads that had proved financially advantageous. In other words, they paid on time. But the lives of the rich and famous just weren’t all they were cracked up to be. Same petty concerns, same problems as the poor folks, just a little more drama . . . and only because they sometimes made the headlines. It was our job to see that didn’t happen.
If you’re reading this, you probably read about me before. I’m still Dee Rabow, the tough detective that the boys at the police precinct nicknamed Diabla. It’s Spanish for she-devil. I wish I could tell you it was a compliment, but in cop-speak the rough translation is bitch.
At times, it fits quite nicely.
We finished our coffee and ambled back to the car. Henri was right. The hood was a mirror. Ricky could have combed that thick Cuban hair in the reflection. The kid stood nearby at attention like a soldier about to be awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor by our president. He didn’t open his mouth, but true to his word, the work spoke for him. Ricky walked around the Cadillac inspecting every inch, oohing and awing at every curve. He pulled out his silver money clip and extracted a crisp ten dollar bill. Henri reached, then snapped the paper and shoved it in his pocket. For my momma,
he said with pride.
Ricky looked at me. I smiled. You hungry, Henri?
I be big hungry,
he said, grinning.
We walked a couple of blocks down to the McDonalds’s on the corner. I hadn’t eaten at any of the fast food places in ages, but suddenly a Big Mac and fries was sounding pretty damned good. Ricky was proving a master of conversation. The kid’s last name was Toussaint. Ms. Toussaint managed a t-shirt shop just off the beach. Hadn’t seen his dad since they left Haiti. His shirt was two sizes too big and his shorts had tiny holes in them, maybe from too many washings. But his close cropped hair was clean and he carried the scent of soap. When we went into the hamburger joint, the first thing he did was wash his hands. He came out of the bathroom with a laugh and a smile that decorated every booth.
I’m usually awfully damned jaded about street kids. They get trapped. Too many absent fathers. Too many mothers who are too busy or just too damned fucked up to care about the kids they’ve brought into this world. They end up in the system. Courts, welfare, petty crime, gangs. They’re filled to the brim with pure, unadulterated anger that often turns into violent rage directed at every person and every institution that crosses their paths. We all pay, but the children are ones who suffer the most. No future, no hope, and a lot of them become human