Connections and Secrets

Moria and her friends were at the Club Omega, sipping drinks and talking. Benson walks into th e club looking around for some familar faces. People was mingling at the bar, some turning it up on the dance floor. Benson saw one of his friends acrossthe club. He got a drink from the bar and headed for his friend Arlyan. They greeted each other with a dap.

"Yo Benson, good to see you."

"Hey Art, life is good I'm hanging in there." As they contiued to converse, Kendra walked over to order some drinks from the bar. Benson stared in her direction whilestill talking to Arlyan. Kendra looked in his direction and flashed one of her amazing smiles with a head nod. Benson smiled, sipped his drink and acknowledge her with one of his own.

"When are you going to let that woman know how you feel?"

"Arlyan, you know she put me in 'The friendzone' since our younger days. It's almost impossible to get out of that, no matter how your feeling evolve." As they were talking, Kendra walked over with her drink.

"Yo Benson, all I get is a head nod? I bet if I was Moria I'll get a lot more. Get over here and give me a hug." Benson hugs her and smiles.

"Now Kendra, Moria doesn't pay attention to us blue collar men, she's a white collar executive."

"Excuses, excuses," Kendra said as she walked back to her table. Benson and Arlyan watched as she bounced and jiggled her juicy booty in the short red mini dress hugging her divine, curvaceous body. As the night was ending Benson felt a tap on his shoulder as he was heading out. Moria was standing behind him smiling and looking stunning in a white and yellow body hugging dress showing off her long, well-defined tone legs.

"Hey use-to-be jogging partner, I didn't know you was back," Moria said flashing one of her dazzling smiles.

"Still adjusting, you look gorgeous as always. Maybe we could catch up when you get a minute," Benson replied.

"That sounds good, until then." Benson walked down the parking lot passing a couple of crowds, heading to his Dodge Journey. As he pressed the key fob, he heard some commotion a few feet from him.

"Benson," someone said in a low whisper. "Benson turn back to your van, get in and leave the back unlock. It's me Yeomas. Covered by darkness, Yeomas slips into the back of the Journey. Benson pulls out the parking lot heading towards Main St.

"Yoemas what's going on?" He looks in the review mirror and sees that Yeomas is bleeding.

"Keep driving, make a left on Aberdeen, then a right on Birr and take that down to the park." They get to the park and walk over to the picnic benches. Yeomas had a vinyl case with him. He was holding his side where he was bleeding.

"Let me take you to a hospital, you need tretment."

"Benson, I'm okay, I had worst than this on some of our missions. I need you to do something for me. I need to get out of town, however I think I was being followed. I think I lost them, but they are not far behind. You need to get out of here before they see you and take this with you." He handed Benson the bag. "It has twenty thousand dollars in it and a little black book which is my leverage in case they catch me."

"Who is they and what have you got yourself into?"

"You have to get out of here now. I will contact you tomorrow. Now go please," replied Yeomas. Benson left the park heading home looking aroung to make sure he wasn't followed. Once he reached his home, he closed the garage door and went upstairs. Minutes later, a black sedan was slowly cruisng down Storm St. It drove past his home and kept going.

"Did you find Yeomas in the park?"

"No, Dane what are we going to tell the boss if we can't find the little black book?" Laval replied.

Benson got out of his queen size bed and went downstair to brew some coffee. While the coffee was brewing filling the house with its aroma, Benson went upstairs to get dressed for the day. He turned on his flat screen while waitng for Yeomas to call. He was sipping his coffee staring on and off at his watch waiting. The news on the flat screen caught his attention with the news.

"This morning around 4:30 am, a unidentified male in his late thirties or early forties was found in the Centerway Park pond. He was unconcious, but alive and remains in critical condition." Thinking it might be Yeomas, he went upstairs to his bedroom. He got the vinyl bag out of his bottom drawer of the nightstand and walked to his closet. He punched a code on his Android to open an secret compartment in the back. He stashed the bag containing the twent thousand dollars and the little black book. He headed to the hospital wondering how he could get to Yeomas without arousing suspension asking about a John Doe. He called Kendra.

"Hello Benson, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Hello Kendra, you beautiful, intelligent, bright..."

What database you need? Flattery will get you everywhere," she replied with a smile.

"That's my girl, straight to the point. Can you get in the General hospital admittances, a John Doe was admitted and I'm trying to find him."

"Another one of your military friends? What are you up to Benson?"

"I can't tell you details, I don't know them myself."

"Yes your John Doe was admitted, however he died a few hours later at 6:47 am."

"Thanks Kendra, meet me at Trinity's for dinner tonight," replied Benson.

Benson met Kendra at Trinity's Fine Dining.

"Kendra the John Doe name is Yeomas Norris. I saw him after leaving the club and he gave me a vinyl bag with twent thousand dollars in it with a little black book. He was suppose to meet me today, however that's not going to happen. We have been on a few coverts together in the past."

"Did you look in the little black book to see what was in it that your friend would risk his life for?"

No, I didn't look. I thought he would have picked it up by morning."

"Let go get the black book and see what's in it," replied Kendra. They drove to Benson's house. He close the garage doors and they went into the house. He led Kendra to the living room while he went to retrieve the vinyl bag from the hidden compartment. As he reached the middle platform of the staircase, he stopped in his tracks. Standing behind Kendra was Moria with two men dressed in black suits and no smile.

"Keep coming Benson, we have to talk," Moria said.

"Why a federal prosecutor need to talk to me?"

"Benson, we have known each other too long, I know you had a connection with Yeomas, who trusted very few people," Moria replied. "Did you see what was in the black book?"

"No I didn't. He was suppose to get it the next morning to leave town."

"We know, once I made the connection, I knew you was the one he trusted. We could talk more later, I need that little black book now." Benson went to hand her the vinyl bag with the twenty grand and ther black book.

"Just the black book, you could keep the twenty grand." Moria retrieved that black book then turned to Kendra. "Now you have twenty grand, take this beautiful woman to an island or somewhere for you two could get it out your system or get married. Everyone knows how you two feel about each other except you two stubborn mules," Moria was saying as she was leaving.