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 Subject: Dolan's Diaries - The Evil That Men Do: Introduction

   Story Codes: Violence Author: Micky Dolan
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   Obviously, this is a work of fiction and no actual person, living or
dead is represented herein.  After the first encounter with Anna Maria,
Micky spends the day with Dave, arranging business and enjoying the company
of Paula and Diana.

   This is the Introduction to "The Evil That Men Do" stories; Enjoy!

   (Many thanks to my colleague Phil Gorman for his proofing and editorial
assistance)



   The Evil That Men Do

   Introduction

   - Protecting My Princess

   Before starting fulltime as a procurer for Jack, I had to attend to some
tasks.  I made a trip up north and spent some quality time with the family.
Jimmy and I put in long hours setting up the proper financial instruments
to hide the money I anticipated making during the coming years.  He never
once asked me what I would be doing; but, he always inquired if I was OK,
or feeling good.  I appreciated his concern and discretion.

   While up north, I had received a troubling message from Anna out in
California.  Seems a certain gym teacher had crossed the line and was
starting to really scare her.  She feared for her safety and had no one
else to turn to.  I packaged a trip to go out there to visit my sister Dena
(an entire other story all together!) and take care of Anna's problem.  I
did not respond to Anna or tell her I was coming out there; she had no idea
I would be there.  Given my current status, I thought it better to keep her
as far removed from me as possible.

   It took two days of observation/research to develop a plan to deal with
her gym teacher.  On the night of that second day, when he arrived home, I
was waiting for him inside his house.  He thought he was pretty tough, but
it only took a couple of seconds to have him under control and on the
ground.

   He was prone, face-first on the floor and I was lying on top of him with
my left arm securely around his neck.  I sternly, but quietly, said, "I'm
here to deliver a message from the girls in your classes, you mother
fucker!" With my right hand, I lifted his head by the hair and slammed his
face into the floor.  "Do not bother, harass, ogle, or molest any student!"
I slammed his face to the floor again.  "If I so much as suspect that you
are, I will be back to visit you, and if I have to come back ...  (face
once again into the floor) I will be really pissed!" I slammed his face to
the floor again.  "Now just to make sure you believe me, and so that you
understand that right now I am only irritated by you, you are going to have
to learn a lesson."

   Using my right leg and arm, I readjusted his knee into a position it was
not meant to be in and, in one quick motion, tore all the ligaments on the
right side of his knee.  I buried his face into the floor as his screams of
pain erupted.  Once he calmed down, I leaned forward to his ear and said,
"Do we understand one another?" He vigorously nodded his head.  I said,
"Now, you'll need to make up a story to explain your visit to the hospital,
which I strongly recommend you visit; and, just to be clear, if I have to
come back ...  you'll never walk again ...  fuck man, you won't ever do
anything again.  Because I'll fucking kill you and bury your shit ass
corpse out in the high desert!" His face met the floor one last time, and I
quietly left.  I imagine he didn't walk correctly for a few months; but, no
permanent physical damage was done.

   Just as a FYI; I later received a message from Anna saying that her gym
teacher had quit.  She wanted to know why I didn't visit her while I was
out there.  Gotta love that girl!  I didn't reply.  As a matter of fact, I
never replied to any of her messages.  It was safer for her.  She kept
sending them regardless.

   It was during that visit that I sensed that something else was not
right. I couldn't help myself and took the opportunity to at least see Anna
from a distance.  I observed her comings and goings; and sure enough,
someone else was watching her.  I extended my California stay and went on
the hunt.  I reverse tailed him and put all my efforts into discovering who
he was and what he was up to.  I couldn't find one single byte of
information, or one shred of paper to determine who he was.  He always gave
me the slip when I thought we were nearing his lair.  It was as though he
was a ghost.  He was good, too good to be just an average whacko-pervert.
He finally slipped up on the third day of observation and stopped at a
small bar late in the afternoon.  I placed a GPS device on his car and went
in for a drink.

   The "Big Man," Aiden

   My target was sitting alone at the bar.  I took a stool three spots away
and ordered a beer.  He spoke to no one while enjoying his drink.  Once
finished, he got up and left.  I waited for a minute, finished my beer,
went to my car and, using the tracker device followed him to a somewhat
desolate area north of town and, what I surmised was his house.  I waited
until dark and scouted around.  I could see him through the open windows
and he obviously believed he was safe.  He might have thought he was safe;
in reality, he was sloppy.  The windows were open and the slider to the
screened-in back porch was open.  At first, I wondered if it was a trap;
but, upon closer inspection, I could see him asleep on the couch with the
TV playing.

   I entered through the back porch and made my way to the living room.  He
wasn't on the couch!  I dropped down to change my elevation, and swiftly
spun, ready to pounce.  I could feel, more than hear, the bullet pass my
head when I dropped.  I dove into his legs and instinctively executed a
perfect two-leg take down.  When he hit the ground, he dropped the gun.  We
struggled and fought on the ground.  It's not like in the movies.  He
wanted to kill me; but I wanted him alive, at least for awhile.  We both
fought for our lives.  My hatred, experience and training won out.  I had
him in a chokehold and held him there until he blacked out.  I quickly
bound and gagged him.

   I searched the house, every room, every drawer, every cabinet.  I
searched for hidden doors or rooms.  I found nothing.  There was no
computer to hack into.  The house could have been from the fucking sixties.
There had to be more!  I was missing something.  I returned to the living
room, picked up the gun, sat down and gazed upon my enemy.  If I wanted
information, then there was only one source available.  With gun in hand, I
beat him.  I beat him with my feet.  I lifted him with one hand and
pistol-whipped him.  I lifted him again, pushed him away and kicked him in
the nuts.  He fell and went fetal.  I approached to deliver more when I
heard him try to talk through the gag.

   I knelt next to him, put the gun to his temple and said, "My job is to
protect the girl you were stalking.  I have sworn my life to protect her.
Man, I have no problem taking lives in order to protect her.  Fuck, I enjoy
it!  If you have nothing to tell me, then all I need to do is kill you and
wait for the next asshole to come along and join you in hell.  Now, if you
have something to tell me, you might live.  Believe me my man, someone is
going to die and it sure as shit isn't going to be me."

   I took his gag off and all he said was "Aiden." I froze!  I've heard of
Aiden, but I've never met him.  He's the "Big Man," Jack's boss, or his
boss, no one who knows it ever says his name out loud ...  shit!.  From
what I know, I am in way over my head!  He is not a man to cross.  If he is
interested in Anna, then she is in very deep and real trouble!

   Aiden, it is rumored, is based somewhere around here.  From all that I
have heard about him, everything so far would make sense.  Except, Anna
would seem to be too old for his taste.

   With the gun still at his head, I said, "Take me to him."

   "No man, no one goes to Aiden!  You only see him when he calls for you!
Who the fuck are you anyway?"

   "Nick Manchik." I could see it in his face, he knew my name!

   "Oh fuck!  Man!  Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!  Don't kill me!  I'll call him! 
I'll call him!"

   "You tell him ...  I want to see him."

   After a few phone calls, we headed north and drove through the night. 
We stopped and I was blindfolded; although I still had the gun pointed at
his side.  We arrived at a gated estate just after sunrise.  The blindfold
was removed.  The gate swung open immediately upon our arrival.  The wooded
drive to the main house took five minutes.  The house, lawns and gardens
were impressive!  The doors opened, and out walked a fit, tanned
middle-aged man.  He met me at the front of my car with his hand extended,
"Nick Manchik!  We should have met long ago."

   "Aiden?  The pleasure is mine sir." Aiden is about six feet tall and is
an amazing physical specimen.  Muscles rippled under his skin.  He faced
me, man-to-man; no one else was nearby.  I don't believe the word fear was
in his vocabulary.  Myself?  I didn't fear the man, but I immediately
respected him.  He would be much better to have as an ally than an
adversary.

   Guiding me with his hand on my back, he said, "Come, come inside my
friend.  We have a lot to talk about, but first you must refresh yourself
and have something to eat and drink." Stopping, he added, "Oh, I must ask
for the pistol.  If you wish, you may have it back when you depart." I
handed the gun over.

   The house was impressive, but not ornate or plush.  There was a male
utilitarian feel, sort of like how a general's house would look.  I took
care of my business and when I came out of the restroom was greeted by a
half-naked Arab serving girl of some sort.  She was gorgeous!  There was a
delicate chain running from her neck down to her pussy and I believe it was
connected to a labia piercing.  She led me out to the veranda where Aiden
was waiting for me.

   We sat at a small table and, with a single glance from Aiden; two more
ravishing young girls appeared, carrying trays.  One tray held coffee and
juice, the other a selection of breakfast pastries and fruits.  If the
girls were twelve-years-old; they must have just had their birthdays.  One
was very familiar and I realized I was responsible for her being here. 
Aiden was smiling and showed affection for the both of them.  As they left,
he glanced at them, then at me, and said, "A year ago you located one of
those girls for me.  I have been pleased with your work ever since.  You
have the best of taste and talent."

   I was not going to be diverted from my main purpose.  "Sir, I'm here for
one reason and one reason alone.  We can chat about whatever you like after
we settle the situation we are in."

   Speaking kindly, Aiden replied, "Situation?  We have no situation.  The
girl in question?  She came to my attention because of, well ...  her
obvious traits.  I am seeking someone very special for an important project
of mine.  I take it you have an interest in her?"

   "She is very dear to me, dearer than my own life.  Before we do
anything, I need your assurance that she is not to be bothered in any way."

   "I heard one of her teachers recently had a bad accident.  Surely you
had no involvement in that, did you?"

   I let my silence communicate my answer.

   Aiden leaned forward, placed his hand on my forearm and said, "Relax,
we're on the same side.  I am not your enemy.  No harm will befall your
young lady."

   I leaned back in my chair, nodded my head, and lifted my hand to shake
his.  We sealed our deal right then and there.  Aiden turned and smiled at
the veranda door.  I looked that way, and out walked seven of the most
delightful looking girls I had ever laid my eyes on!  They ranged in age
from about eight to fourteen.  Four of them had to be between eight and
ten. A bit young for my taste; but, by no means too young for me!  They sat
at a larger table off to the side and the two girls from before brought
them their breakfast.

   "Nick, before we continue, tell me, is there anything else you may want
for breakfast?" His arm swept towards the girls.  They giggled and lowered
their eyes as I gazed in their direction.  I found myself mesmerized by the
oldest of the girls.  She was tall and thin.  Her long straight hair was a
radiant blonde.  She had piercing blue eyes and we locked onto each other's
gaze for a moment.  Oh yes, there was plenty that piqued my interest; but,
business had to come first.  Aiden glanced to where I was looking and said,
"Aaah yes, the lovely and enchanting Tiffany.  You do have fine taste, Mr.
Manchik." I had to shake the vision of Tiffany from my mind; Aiden and I
had a lot to discuss that day.  We moved from the veranda to the lawn,
strolled through the gardens, had lunch in the kitchen and then retired to
his library.  Here he dropped the bomb on me.

   Once we were alone, he matter-of-factly turned to me and said, "Tell me
...  Micky ...  I think we need to be completely honest with one another."
I was caught completely off guard; I didn't know how to respond.  My first
thoughts went to my family.  My second thought was that I would have to
kill him at that very moment.  He turned and walked to his desk.  Looking
back over his shoulder he said, "Don't be so shocked.  I am very thorough
with everyone I do business with.  Somehow, this Anna Maria connection
slipped past me.  I am going to have to ...  revoke ...  that
investigator's license."

   He had never said her name before!  "I wouldn't mind meeting your
brother ...  he is one hell of a financier!  He makes money the easy way
and then makes it impossible to find, at least, almost impossible.  You see
Micky, is it OK if I call you Micky?  Or would you prefer Mike?  Hmmm, I
prefer Michael.  I shall call you Michael.  You see Michael, I know all
about you ...  and Dave.  Don't worry; you both have my blessings in your
endeavors.  If there is anything either of you ever need, let me know."

   "Aiden, I shouldn't be surprised, but I am.  I think it a bit unfair
that I know nothing about you, yet you know all about me.  It really
doesn't matter though, as long as we are straight with our business
arrangements." We then sat down and he shared his life story with me.  We
had many differences, but shared more similarities than most.  We planted
the seed of a friendship that day and cemented a business relationship that
could not be shaken.

   As I was preparing to leave, he paused, and asked, "Michael, one last
thing.  As a friend, and nothing more; I am aware of your sister and have
personally seen her in action on the court.  She is an amazing woman!  A
world-class athlete, a natural beauty and, I hear, smarter than almost all
those around her.  I have also heard that certain powerful people in
Hollywood are interested in her future." I began to tighten up at the mere
mention of my sister.  My mind was once again flooding with thoughts of
murder.  Aiden continued, "Relax Michael, relax, I want to help her in a
very quiet, and invisible way.  I ask for nothing in return.  We could say
it is my attempt at philanthropy?  May I have your permission to grease
some wheels?"

   Eye-to-eye, I nodded my approval.  I added, "Aiden, do not cross me in
these matters.  Business is one thing, there are always winners and losers,
but family is a whole other game.  If I am crossed here, there will only be
one loser."

   He nodded his head, and said, "Of that, I am sure.  Michael, I do not
wish to cross you and would never do so in such matters as these.  I only
want to provide the gentle push that makes someone successful out here,
without having to ...  let's say ...  compromise?  As a matter of fact, I
believe that town needs a real breath of fresh air and she may just be the
one to provide it.  With your approval, I do believe she will soon have
some very good fortune, on her terms and no one elses."

   We shook hands and I made my way to the airport.  I needed a long, quiet
flight to sort things out.

   On a positive note, I was meeting Shae in three days for a weekend
together!