The Family Portrait – Part 4
Matthew Ryan Fischer
Continued...
Enforcers hit hard. Even when they weren’t really trying. That’s
what made them good at their job. And when they were trying? Well, there’s a
reason they were called “Bone Breakers.” Artemis sometimes called them thugs or
dumb-and-uglies, but he was trying to be polite to the man that was about to
hit him in the face. Enforcers were really jack-of-all-trades muscle that could
be hired for a wide variety of no-questions-asked sorts of jobs. Many of them
were former police or military. They were strong and had absolutely no problem
with physical violence. When someone wanted something done quietly and
correctly and with any amount of force necessary, the Enforcers got the call.
Artemis had a bad hangover. He assumed being struck was only going
to make things worse. His drinking was really getting in the way of him doing
his job effectively. Artemis took a job he knew nothing about, where he was
supposed to serve a role he wasn’t comfortable serving. Artemis had failed in
his negotiations with Mr. Thornewill, trying to secure a painting for his
client Ms. Thorne. He didn’t know why she wanted it or what the history was
between them or what the intrigue was regarding the painting. He was letting
things like research and analysis slide. He was getting sloppy. And now it was
starting to cost him.
Word had spread around the underground about the commission and
his failure to complete it. He had pretty much failed at just about everything
the last few days. His reputation had taken a hit. Rumors would soon be getting
back to the people Artemis worked for. They wouldn’t be happy he was taking
freelance work without them getting their cut. They would like it even less
that he had been so blatant about it and that the whole town had heard about it
by now. While they valued their profit, they valued their reputation just as
much. No one in the future was going to hire thieves that didn’t do their jobs
right or at least have the proper discretion to not be made into a mockery.
Ms. Thorne wasn’t happy with Artemis. She considered the job
botched and was threatening not to pay the remainder of his fee. Worse, Mr.
Thornewill didn’t appreciate having been threatened by Thorne or Artemis. And
even though he had simply been speaking for her, apparently Mr. Thornewill
blamed Artemis all the same. He had hired the Enforcers to make that point
abundantly clear.
Cole was an old friend from Artemis’ early days as pickpocket on
the streets of downtown L.A. Cole worked as a detective now. He heard the news
around the office, and had come to warn Artemis, only to walk in while the
Enforcer was doing his job and it looked as if Artemis was going to take a
severe beating.
Cole jumped into the fray, like a good friend would. Cole was a
better fighter than Artemis ever was, but he was still hardly a match for the
behemoth in front of them both. Neither Cole nor Artemis had much training of
any sort. They weren’t the sort of men that usually resorted to fisticuffs.
Even teamed up together, it wasn’t going to be much of a match. The thing was
Cole didn’t have a clear picture of what was really going on. All he knew was
his friend was in danger. What he didn’t realize was what was happening in the
room right then and there, so instead of asking questions, he attacked the
Enforcer.
“Wait!” screamed Artemis.
But it was too late, Cole was already committed. He struck the
Enforcer, who for his part showed no signs of being hurt. Instead, his body
just reacted and suddenly he was the one of the offensive and Cole was
struggling to try and protect his vital organs.
Artemis pleaded with them to stop, yelling that he knew them both
and that this was all a misunderstanding. But no one was listening by that
point. He knew what he had to do. He just didn’t want to do it.
Artemis jumped into the fray and tried to separate them. This was
not a good idea.
“Cole! Wait! I know him…” Artemis took an elbow to the gut and
suddenly his insides shook. Drinking for the better part of the week had not
left him in good condition. His stomach was about to vacate itself.
Artemis ran off to vomit, and Cole and the Enforcer seemed to take
note.
“That can’t be good.”
“No,” Cole agreed. “Did Art say he knows you?”
“Jax,” the Enforcer replied, offering Cole his hand to shake.
“Right. You’re the junior detective.”
“I prefer ‘in training’.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself to get to sleep at night.”
Cole wanted to be insulting, but he knew it would do him no good.
There was little that he could say or do that would hurt this man. Still, he
didn’t appreciate being condescended to.
Just them Artemis came back in the room, brushing his teeth to get
rid of the flavor of sick.
“You know this guy?” demanded Cole.
Artemis nodded and mumbled through the mouthful of toothpaste.
“He’s an old friend. I worked with Ajax on some co-ventures.”
“Even thieves need muscle sometimes,” confirmed Ajax.
“So what was he doing beating you in the face?”
“He was here to warn me. When the contract came in, he took the
job so no else would.”
“But he was hitting you.”
“So it would look like he did his job. But he wasn’t going to do
any real damage.”
“Not like some of my coworkers would have.”
“Relax, Cole; it’s all going to be okay. Let me buy you both a
drink and we can set everything straight.”
Artemis hardly ever paid for the drinks he drank at “Lou’s” but these
guys didn’t need to know that.
Lou set down a fresh round of glasses on the table and went back
to the bar. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to listen in; it was just that there
were other paying customers there today so he couldn’t ignore his barkeep
duties without raising suspicions. Ajax sat at the bar with Lou and let Cole
and Artemis discuss the events of the day.
Artemis powered through the beer. He wasn’t sure if he was still
in danger of vomiting again, but the drink turned out to help to take the edge
off all Artemis’ problems.
Cole noticed how quickly Artemis was consuming his drinks. “You
always drink this much while at work?” Clearly Cole did not approve.
Without missing a beat, Artemis replied “only after my wife leaves
me.”
Cole instantly felt bad.
“Amy left you? God damn, I’m sorry Art. I didn’t know. Did she
leave you leave you, or is this just one of her things?”
“Only time will tell.”
They sat in awkward silence for a moment and Artemis continued to
drink quickly.
“I know I screwed up. And I know it probably wouldn’t have
happened if my head had been in the right place. But I’m not in need of a
lecture right now.”
“Fine. I’ll save it ‘til after we get you out of this mess. Just
what is this mess you got yourself into? You’re advertising your thefts now?”
“God that sounds stupid. And yet it probably sounds better than
what really happened. I took a job to help facilitate a deal.”
“You’re a negotiator now?”
“No. And that’s the problem. Rich Hollywood Hills type wants me to
intimidate rich Beverly Hills type. No rich person likes being threatened or
being disappointed. Rock, hard place.”
“So now that it’s really been stolen, it looks like…”
“It looks like I’m the one who did it.”
“Scylla and Charybdis.”
“What?”
“Rock and a hard place.”
“That’s what I just said.”
“You know, for a guy with a mythological name, you really don’t
know too much about it.”
“Jesus Christ, Cole, I do not have the patience for a history
lesson today.”
“That’s why you shouldn’t drink so much on the job.”
“I’m going to hire Ajax to punch you in the face and see how you
like it.”
“Your bruises are coming in quite nicely, nicely.”
“Guys and Dolls.”
“Broadway you get. Greek, not so much.”
“I’m a man of limited taste, I suppose. But at least I know my
limits.”
“Can’t imagine why Amy got tired of you. No not at all.”
“Too soon for that. Let’s get back to this current thing.”
“So the whole town is starting to talk. You’re in a bit of a
reputation rumor mess. What did the Guild say?”
“I… have not called in. And they have not called me. So I imagine
this will pretty much screw me with them. I’m not a favorite there anyway. My
earnings suck. I’m not allowed to take solo jobs. So an unsanctioned one? Yeah,
they’re not going to be happy about that. Maybe they fire me. Or they punish me
to prove a point. At best I get parole or pay some penalty fee on the
commission. A commission I didn’t fully get paid because Ms. Thorne didn’t feel
I truly delivered on my promises. And on top of all that, after this, clients
aren’t going to trust me. A thief that makes a mess of things and doesn’t end
up with the painting? What good is that?”
“So this could ruin your career.”
“Maybe I’ll go work for your agency.”
“Sounds like we have to get the painting back.”
“Ouch. You wouldn’t even put in a good word for me?”
“All I do all day is research. Does that sound like your strong
suit?”
“We have to get the painting back.”
“We have to get the painting back.”
“And make it look like I
was never involved in the first place.”
“How do we do that?”
“I’m working on it. But first I have to go with the bone-breaker
to see Mr. Thornewill and convince him I didn’t do what he thinks I did. Maybe
now that his man has bruised my face, he’ll play nice and stop bruising my
reputation.”
“Let me back you up. You walk in there alone, you won’t walk out.”
“Maybe, maybe not.” But Artemis realized Cole was probably right.
“Okay. But you’re back-up and that’s it. Character assassination
is one thing, but if I wanted a hitman, I’d hire one.”
“You act like that’s my first course of action.”
“I know it’s an easy one.”
“Yeah, but that’s not how I make my living. Trust me, I have other
tricks.”
To be continued...
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