White trash was released late last year. The first few postings on FaceBook were ignored by FB, the next several were flagged every time and marked as Racist, Derogatory toward minorities, posting of nudity, etc. etc. . In any case, FaceBook was not liking my book, unless I paid for ad placement with them. Then they loved it. No complaints.
Every time the flagged my book I appealed, about 90% of the time they apologized, but 10% they removed the post. I got sick of it and no longer post on FaceBook for this book. Just goes to show you how the giant Social Media outlets do as they please, unless you pay them then you can do as you please. No wonder they were inundated with fake everything. It was paid for. This year they were supposed to have cracked down, the election falsities they are allowing through ads are just as bad as they ever were.
Anywho, I moved to MeWe: https://mewe.com/i/dellsweet and I’m happier. I am still on FB, unfortunately, but I no longer buy ads to support it, and since I can’t find anything nice to say I decided not to keep my mouth shut, rather than not say anything at all.
Okay, onward to the free preview, I just wanted to provide some back story as to why you may not have seen this book if you are a fan or follow me. Now you know.
By Dell Sweet
Copyright © 2018 by Dell Sweet
PUBLISHED BY: Dell Sweet; all rights reserved
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The house was nondescript and set back from the street on its own. The driveways on both sides of it were empty. They drove by twice before April pulled into the driveway. David had no choice, but to follow her in. He locked the truck and got out. She met him coming from the Jeep. “Nobody’s here,” she said.
“This is crazy, April. What do you mean nobody’s here? You can’t see inside! Could be a dog, wife, girlfriend. Could be that some dude across the street looks after his place while he’s gone,” David said.
“There’s a dude across the street watching the place?” April asked. She looked comically across the street, hiding behind his arm, looking frightful. She smiled. “It’s a city. Nobody cares who does what or who they do it too. There’s nobody here. Let’s just go in for a few minutes… Just to see,” she said.
“I must be nuts,” David said.
“It would probably help to be with me,” April said. “Well?” she asked.
“Maybe the key won’t fit,” David said.
“Maybe,” April agreed. She walked right over to the front door and rang the doorbell. The chimes sounded loudly somewhere inside. She waited and tried again before she pulled the brass key from her pocket and slipped it into the lock. It slid in easily and April turned it unlocking the door.
“I don’t like this,” David said.
“Oh; don’t be a baby,” April said. “Come on. Anybody asks we’re friends who stopped by to water his plants.” She boldly stepped inside and David closed and locked the door behind them.
Marion Winters leaned back away from her window across the street as her husband Fred walked in from the kitchen his first drink of the afternoon in his hand.
“What are you watching now, Marion?” he asked as he sat down in his recliner and clicked on the television.
“The drug dealers place,” she answered. “Very interesting.”
Fred sighed. “Okay, what’s so interesting, Marion?” he asked.
“Well, Freddy, I could tell you that if you really wanted to know, but maybe you think I’m a little buggy or something,” she looked away from the window at him.
He sighed again. Accepted the fact that Sports Center would have to wait for a little longer, and focused his attention on her. “I don’t think you’re buggy. I’ve never said that, Marion. Nosy, yes! Buggy, no. At least not yet,” Fred said.
“Well if you’re going to be like that,” she said. She flipped her blue tinted hair away from her eyes and turned back to the window.
“I’m sorry, Honey. I know you’re not looking to be nosy. I don’t think your buggy. And I know you’re just looking out for the neighborhood. I’m sorry, Marion. Okay?” he asked.
She looked at him again and then turned back to the window before she spoke once more. “He’s gone and there are strangers going into his house,” she said and nodded her head. “Well at least one stranger… I don’t know about the girl.”
“Well, Marion how can you tell they’re strangers. I mean they may be his friends, except the girl of course, who may or may not be a friend. And how do you know that he’s not home. He could be.” Fred said, glancing at Sports Center, hoping she’d get to the point quickly.
“He left yesterday morning at about 8:15 AM. He’s not come back since. I’d know,” Marion said. “His girlfriend left last week… Didn’t come back.”
Of course you would know you nosy bitch, Fred thought to himself. Jesus. He was missing Sports Center. “Well, Honey what you plan to do… I thought he was a drug dealer? I thought you didn’t like him,” Fred said. “But here you are looking out for his house for him.”
“He is. I don’t, but you have to keep track of things like this. Don’t you watch TV at all?” she asked.
“Sometimes,” Fred answered, his eyes slid once more to the television.
“I know, Freddie. I know what you think,” she said and nodded.
“I don’t think anything,” Fred said. He sipped at his drink and wished he had made it a double. “Marion, honey, how do you know they’re not friends of his?” Fred asked.
“Well, Freddy do friends knock on the door and then use a key? No. Friends that have a key just put it in the lock and go in, don’t they, Freddy?” she asked.
“I would knock, Marion. Especially since my friend’s a drug dealer. Maybe he’s come back early, see? Maybe if I just walk in and he’s all hyped up on those drugs he sells-they always use it themselves, see I watch TV too, Marion-But let’s say he’s all hyped up and shoots me: Even though he’s a friend. You can’t trust a junkie,” Fred said solemnly.
“You think he’s a Junkie?” Marion asked seriously.
Fred sipped at his drink. “Of course. All those drug dealers are. Did you not see that movie with what’s-his-name? We watched it. He was a cop and he got hooked… Nearly ruined his life. It’s the way it goes. You got to taste that stuff to make sure you don’t get ripped off, right? Bang! You’re hooked. Monkey on your back and all that stuff, Marion. They’re all junkies eventually,” Fred said. “Plus the girl could be the girlfriend come back.”
“I never thought of it like that,” she said. “I guess I’d knock too, but he’s not usually gone this long that he would give someone the key,” she said. “And the girl doesn’t look quite right…” She turned and squinted out the window. “Not dressed right.” She sighed. “It’s too far away to tell.”
“Sure, but if you’re going for a while you don’t want people to know it. You don’t want the mail or the papers to pile up, see? Then the other junkies will probably stop by to rob you. So, you have your girlfriend stop by. Pick up the mail. Feed the dog.”
“He doesn’t have a dog, Freddie,” Marion said.
“Okay, water the plants… Whatever… You just want to keep the other junkies away. I mean they’ll know and come around and rob him. And then probably take over his spot,” Fred said.
“You think he has a spot?” Marion asked.
“Honey, Marion, they all do. They all have a spot. Usually one they took from someone else. It’s how they sell. The take their stuff there. The other drug users and junkies know about it. They come to buy… They call it copping… I thought you knew all of this from TV, Marion?” Fred asked.
“I do. I do,” Marion said. “I just didn’t realize all of that was going on over there. Maybe I should call the police,” She said.
“And say what?” Freddie asked. “I think this? I think that? No, better to let it take care of itself. It always does, Marion.”
“You think?” she asked.
“I think so… Now why don’t you come over here and we’ll sit and watch the Sports Center for awhile… OK? You know I like to hear all the college scores from yesterday,” Freddy said.
Marion took one last look out the window and then came over and sat down next to her husband.
April went through each room opening doors as she went.
“Fingerprints,” David said. “You know they will come here.”
“Should have bought gloves,” April said.
“I didn’t know we’d be doing a B and E,” David said.
“We had a key,” April said. “That’s not a B and E.”
“Dead people can’t give permission,” David said.
“Ben wouldn’t have minded,” April said and tried a smile on her face.
“Famous last words,” David said. “What are we looking for?”
They had come into a bedroom and April chose a pair of socks from a drawer and slipped them on her hands. David did the same.
“This will work?” David asked.
She nodded. “I saw it in a movie. Remind me to wipe down those door knobs.” She searched through the drawers and came up with two guns and another $15,000 in cash in a thick white envelope. “See?” she said.
David went back and checked the other rooms, wiping the doorknobs as he went. They met back in the kitchen and searched it together. David opened the refrigerator and then quickly slammed the door.
“What?” April asked. She walked over to him.
“Fuck… It’s a body… One that just happens to be missing a head and hands,” David said.
He wiped off the handle of the refrigerator. They both stopped. She looked at him.
“What?” he asked.
“What else was in there?” she asked.
“A fuckin’ body! Christ, isn’t that enough?” David asked.
“We should check it is all,” April said.
“For what? To make sure it’s the same dude? Make sure he’s missing…”
“Don’t say it,” April said. … … “Is he missing it?”
“I didn’t see,” David said.
“You’re going to have to,” April said. “… Money. Guns… Drugs. I don’t know, but we have to check,” she said after a pause.
“Yeah? It’s your turn, you know. And don’t say it isn’t,” David said.
“Yeah? Well just so you know looking at dead guys with missing parts might just put me right off sex for a while,” April said.
David stared at her, his mouth open. “Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” He said loudly. He crossed back to the refrigerator and pulled the door open a little too fast, rocking the refrigerator. The door flew open and the body that had been wedged into it fell out onto the floor with a stiff clunk.
April stifled a scream. “Look at what you did,” she managed at last.
“Well I didn’t mean to,” David answered. He made himself look into the refrigerator. All the shelves had been removed so that the body would fit. There was a puddle of blood in the bottom of the fridge, but nothing else. “All that and there’s nothing in here in all,” David said.
“He has a wallet,” April said, pointing.
David looked. A light colored leather bulge that protruded from his back pocket. He reached down carefully and pulled free the wallet which was gummed together with blood. “Jesus, April,” David complained. “Why do we have to look inside everything?” he complained.
“You never know,” she said.
“Never know what?” David asked. “What is it you never know?”
“See,” April said. “You don’t know because you never took the time to find out. See what I mean? You’ll never know.”
David stared at her for a few minutes. “I have no clue what the fuck you just said,” he said.
“Exactly,” April said.
David shook his head, pried the wallet open to look inside. Money, ID, a few credit cards, all of it stuck together with blood. He showed her.
“It washes off,” April said.
He stared at her, “You’re serious?”
She came, took the wallet, pulled out the ID and money, searching through the rest the stuff. She walked to the sink, turned on the water and began to rinse the two credit cards and driver’s license. When she finished she rinsed off the money too. David watched the pink water run down the drain. He walked over and picked up a driver’s license. It was the head from the duffel bag. “This is him,” David said. “Carlos Sanchez,” he read from the license.
“Yeah, he looked a little better when his head wasn’t in a duffel bag,” April said.
“You’re so cold,” David said.
“I’m not cold: Just truthful. What else can I say? He looks better without a body? His neck was too long anyway? It’s a shame, he just lost his head? He’s in no shape to critique me anyway that’s for sure,” she said.
“Can we go now?” David asked.
“You got to put him back into the fridge,” April said. “We have another twelve hundred bucks by the way.”
“How much does that make?” David asked.
“I don’t know, we haven’t counted it all yet, remember?” April asked. “Like a gazillion or so, I guess.”
David bent, picked up the body, and carried it back to the fridge, but no matter how he twisted and shoved it he couldn’t get it back in. “You’ll have to help me,” he told her.
“If I do I’ll get blood all over me like you,” April said.
“Well, blood washes off,” David said.
“Smart ass,” April said. “I’ll take his legs stick them in and then the rest should be easy,” she said. She grabbed his legs and swung them into the bottom of the refrigerator, then helped as David shoved the rest of the body in and slammed the door.
They were both smeared with blood.
“We have to get this blood cleaned up off the floor,” April said. “I’m going up to get cleaned up. You clean it up and then get yourself cleaned up… He has clothes upstairs that will fit you,” April said. She was slightly out of breath.
“This was a bad idea,” David said.
“Not really,” April said.
“No, it really was, April. What did we accomplish?” David asked.
“We know who the dead guy is… We know nobody else is here… We got another twelve hundred bucks… David, I Gotta get this shit off me… It’s creeping me out,” she said. The pleading was in her voice.
“Okay… Go on… I’ll clean this up, bag it all, then I’ll be up,” David said.
“Ha,” Marion said.
Fred knew the Ha was designed to get him to ask Ha what. Even knowing that he asked anyway.
“What?” Fred asked.
“They’re leaving,” Marion said. “But they changed clothes. She has on a man’s clothes… Like a bad girl… Looks like a thug girl. Like you see on those videos our grand kids watch. You know?”
“Honey. She’s a drug dealer’s girlfriend, if it is her, and it probably is… She probably is one of those thug girls. Let me see,” Fred got up and came to the window. He tilted his edge of the blinds and peeked out. “Oh yeah. She’s a thug… I see them all the time. They dress that way,” Fred told her.
“Yeah?” Marion asked.
“No doubt. She was probably dressed that way when she went in. You probably didn’t notice,” Fred said.
“I noticed. I’m sure she wasn’t… They bought out garbage bags… Probably drugs,” Marion said switching gears.
“Probably,” Fred agreed… “It’s a shame how they just do what they want to do in broad daylight.”
“Yes it is,” Marion agreed. “Well there they go. That’s that. Nothing we can do now,” Marion said. She sighed deeply as she moved away from the window and let the blind fall shut.
Fred followed her back to the television. “Cheer up,” he said. “I’m sure someone will stop by later on. Give you something to do.”
“You think I’ve become a busybody?” she accused.
“No, I don’t. I think you’re bored is all,” Fred told her.
“Well… Sometimes… How you feeling?” she asked. She came over next to him and then rested one hand on his thigh. He looked up to see a smile playing across her lips.