At the house of the Prime Minister 9am the following day
Prime Minister James pulled his chair closer to Molly Dean, his deputy Prime Minister.
"Molly I don't care what the Commissioner of Police is complaining about. You cannot have a prominent member of the medical fraternity gunned down right in front of the Hospital and the Police does not have anyone in custody yet, more than twenty-four hours have elapsed since Richard Hellbent was murdered." Prime Minister James shouted.
"Prime Minister, Richard Hellbent is no better than any other citizen of this country, the police are short staffed, and the detectives are stretched thin." Molly replied softly.
"Molly Dean I don't care about that. Richard Hellbent Senior is a major contributor to the Party and he is demanding results and I am inclined to give him results. Wasn't your husband a former senior policeman?" Prime Minister James asked.
"Yes, but he is retired, Marcus is enjoying being a civilian." Molly replied.
"Well Molly, I am going to issue an executive order. You are the Minister of National Security, and I don't want the opposition to have grounds to say you are guilty of nepotism. I will speak to the Director of Public Prosecution and issue a fiat that Marcus Dean will be appointed a special prosecutor for this case. He will be allowed to pick his team. I don't want any noise from the Commissioner or anyone else Molly. I am demanding results Molly, and I don't want you to let me down or let down the Party," James said in a belligerent tone.
Molly frowned. "Let you down Prime Minister?"
"Yes, I am holding you personally responsible for the actions of your husband. I know we wanted him in the party, but your image was more palatable. I am a man of action Molly and tomorrow morning or late tonight I will be calling a press conference to announce that a special investigator has been appointed to bring the killer of Dr. Hellbent to justice. It may be true, but if this case is not cracked in another twenty four hours, all leads will grow cold. I am giving him a week at most Molly. After that it's your head." Prime Minster James stood up and fixed his blue Armani suit.
"Andrew! What the hell?" Molly asked without saying a word.
The Prime Minister smirked. "Molly, I run things in this Government. Did you hear what happened in St. Barts a few weeks ago? The President had to take up his skirt and run, because his wife took over as President of the country. I won't make the same mistake he did. If things go south Molly, It's between you and your husband. But if things go swell, the whole world will know that I am a man of results." Andrew James patted Molly Dean on her shoulder.
"Yes Prime Minister," Molly replied, and took up her folder and walked away.
Molly reached in her pocket for her phone and called Marcus.
Meanwhile back at the Dean Residence
Marcus was lying by the pool clad in his shorts and sipped on a tall glass of orange juice. "The past few days have been hectic, I should have been honest with my friend last night at the hospital, but had I been honest he would not have divulged anything, at least I have a lead." Marcus thought. The buzz of the phone disturbed his chain of thought.
Marcus looked at the phone and saw who was calling and hissed his teeth.
"Why is Molly calling me this early in the morning?" Marcus asked himself aloud.
He sighed heavily before he answered.
"Yes Molly, I am up and I am cleaning the pool, what can I do for you?" Marcus asked with annoyance oozing through the phone.
"Marcus, I have no time for your antics, the Prime Minister and I just had a meeting and he will be appointing you as a special prosecutor to investigate the Hellbent case."
"What!" Marcus asked.
"Just listen dude. He wants me to hold you responsible, and he wants results within a few days. It seems Richard Hellbent Snr. is a contributor to the party and a close personal friend of the Prime Minister. Get your team together Marcus and for god's sake do not include your baby mother in anything, just in case."
"Thank you Molly, but your friend the commissioner will want to have my head. He and I have not seen eye to eye since I told him to kiss my wife's ass and quit the force." Marcus replied.
"Yes Marcus, I heard about that meeting, you didn't have to rub it in that your wife is now his boss. I will give him a call shortly in order to smooth things over, but Marcus keep things quiet until after the Prime Minister has his press conference.
Marcus stood up with his shoulders square and his nobly knees showing beneath the swim trunks. His hairy legs needed a tan.
Molly had an axe to grind with Stephanie, but as much as he tried not to get between the two hellcats, he needed Stephanie's expertise from time to time. Stephanie Hellbent would be a silent partner in the investigation and if the need arise a competent triggerman. Marcus thought.
The young helper was sitting in the hot tub fidgeting with the top of her swimsuit.
Marcus hung up the phone call with Molly and turned around. It was hard for him to ignore the sight and figure of Tilly from Trelawny.
"Good god woman put on your clothes, I thought you are cleaning the house, but instead you are frolicking naked in the hot tub. " Marcus half yelled.
He gulped and swallowed hard, biting his finger as the young country girl walked towards him naked as the day she was born, and bent over to pick up the swimsuit top that she had previously discarded.
The taste of his blood brought him back to reality and he began to mutter,; "I am reformed, I am reformed," as he enjoyed the view of the curvaceous country girl that Molly had hired to be the livein helper. Marcus looked nervously around to see if anyone else had witnessed the spectacle.
"Once upon a time woman I'd be on you in a flash, but I will not yield to temptation." Marcus Dean muttered to himself. His eyes still fastened on the glistening skin of the young damsel, the shorts that he was wearing gave its own testimony. The rise of the syndicate was quite evident.