Carlus Seenus

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1. The Small Matter of Hennison
1. Carlus Seenus - Chapter Uno

Chapter 1

Carlus Seenus - Chapter Uno

By BETHONIE WARING | Published: January 6, 2011

The world of crime is something only people in the criminal underground can truly understand. Unlike what normal, law abiding citizens may think, a true criminal is hard to come by, and ultimate status like that which Hennison had obtained was difficult to receive. Carlus Seenus was one of the few people who Hennison had taken a liking to, mostly due to the fact Hennison had been close to his father, and it had been Hennison who had brung young Carlus into the criminal world from a very small age. But since Davey’s quiet, unexpected return, Carlus and Hennison had been growing apart. And Hennison’s sudden reappearance into their life had ended in his own death.

“We’re all fucked up.” Carlus mumbled to himself.

He looked around the car. They were stuck in a traffic jam, caused by police checks by the looks of things. Carlus noticed the small things about his companions – the way Davey played with a stray hair, not even noticing it himself, or the way Stacey’s eyes were glazed as they stared at the laptop computer – that told him what they were really thinking. Davey was nervous, he always was. Nervous of the police, probably, Carlus thought. Davey wasn’t like them. He had reason enough to be nervous, scared even. Stacey was more difficult, but Carlus could tell by the way the lights in her eyes had faded that something was wrong with the near-teenager.

“Stacey, is there something wrong?” Carlus asked.

Stacey jumped “No,” she said quickly “Nothing’s wrong.”

Carlus sighed “What are you doing?”

“Nothing’s wrong as such.” Stacey insisted “But what’s the MN2 password?”

It took Carlus a moment to remember the password and then he recited it. Stacey typed it quickly, before it was lost from her mind. She seemed to be concentrating on the job at hand now, but Carlus could tell there was something on her mind.

Davey tapped nervously as they crawled towards the police check. His eyes were locked on the road and didn’t move. Rain began to dance along the windscreen. Davey blinked quickly, bringing his mind back to now and he pushed the windscreen wipers button on with a shaking hand. He slowed to a stop next to a police officer and Carlus rolled down his window. It took all the energy he had, but Carlus smiled.

“Well, good evening officer,” he said “Is everything alright?”

The young officer was barely out of the academy, Carlus assumed by the way he was shaking and the way his eyes darted around the car. No police officer in Mascar, a neighbourhood in South London where they used to live, no police officer there would have shown the signs of weakness this man did. They suspected everyone, were used to kids in nappies hotwiring cars. That was one of the reasons they moved here to Elevency, where the police officers were a lot stupider.

“Everything’s ok, sir.” The officer said “Just a check up. Passports?”

“Yes, yes of course.” Carlus said, quickly. He began to rummage through the rough rucksack at his feet for their passports. Davey, understandably anxious around police, gave the man a weak smile. Stacey was unaffected by the police officer’s presence, and continued to tap away at the laptop. Carlus pulled out the three passports and handed the officer them.

“Here you go.” He said, slowly.

The officer opened the first brown book, then the second. He glanced up and looked between the photos and the face.

“Carlus and Stacey Seenus,” he read, slowly “Is Carlus supposed to be spelt with a ‘u’?”

“Yes,” Carlus said through gritted teeth, sick of the question.

“Ok, sorry.” The officer said quickly, flicking through the last book “And Davey. Davey Hertz. Oh, you’re French. Do I...do I know you? You remind me of someone.”

Yes, Stacey thought, her eyes on the screen, That may be because he’s Davey Hertz...the Davey Hertz, as in the one who did all that stuff in France? No, didn’t think you thought of that.

She said nothing.

“He’s nobody,” Carlus said quickly “Nobody.”

The police officer uncertainly looked at the occupants of the car. Davey’s eyes were on the foot peddles. Eyes on the floor, he went unseen, unnoticed. It was a tactic he’d learnt when he was small, one he never forgot anymore. But the girl in the back of the car seemed calm and in control. Too calm for something to be going on. The officer nodded slowly and handed Carlus back the passports.

“Everything seems to be in order,” he said “Have a good trip.”

“Thank you,” Carlus said, smiling “Go on then Davey.”

Davey put his foot down and sped away, desperate to get away. Carlus let out a long breath he had not known he was holding. Stacey looked up from the laptop.

“Well, that went well.” Stacey muttered.

“I think it went extremely well.” Carlus said, smiling slyly.

“Carlus, you know what I mean.” Stacey said “Davey you are going to have to be more careful.”

“It’s not his fault, Stacey.” Carlus pointed out.

“Carlus he is not deaf,” Stacey muttered “And you know what I mean, don’t you Davey?”

Davey nodded, silent. It was his father’s fault he was here now. If things had started off differently maybe they would be different now.

“Stacey that is not fair.” Carlus warned “I’ll look after Davey just like I’ll look after you.”

Maybe if his own father had cared for him like Carlus did then he wouldn’t be here now. Davey’s father’s version of looking after him was quite different from Carlus’.

“Why is it your fault to look after me?” Stacey snapped “You’re not my father.”

He had been six years old when he had truly made up his mind as to what he was going to do, or his father had made it up for him.

“I am like your father.” Carlus argued.

He stared down at Davey who lay shaking on the garage floor and he spat “You are worthless scum. You’re mother gave birth to a boy.”

“You are nothing like a father;” Stacey shouted “A father wouldn’t let their child do any of this!”

“A boy, Davey,” he had spat “And what are you now? You’re not even that. You’re not even a girl. You’re worthless scum.”

“What, Stacey,” Carlus asked “Do any of what?”

“This,” Stacey cried “Crime!”

“With your long hair and your scrawny little arms.” He had sneered “can’t do anything. Don’t know why anyone would ever want you.”

It was only now that his mother came over to defend him. She knelt next to him and gently brushed his long, golden hair with her thin, bruised fingers. She looked up at his father.

“Leave him alone now, John.”

“Why wouldn’t he let you do crime?” Carlus asked “My father did.”

“And that worked well, didn’t it?” Stacey muttered.

“And you’re just as bad.” His father told her “Why do you defend him. He needs to learn to defend himself!”

“What do you mean by that?” Carlus snapped.

“Only that you’re an awesome human being now, aren’t you?” Stacey replied “Crime really helped you, didn’t it?”

Davey hit the breaks hard and pushed on the horn. He was sick of them arguing. They both fell silent. Stacey closed her eyes and breathed slowly. She didn’t know what had happened. He couldn’t blame her. She didn’t know how good a father Carlus had been to her. But Carlus, Carlus knew what had happened. Davey had been reluctant to tell, and Carlus had been reluctant to listen, but he knew now what had happened to him back in France.

“I’m sorry.” Carlus said, quietly.

Davey nodded gently, and started the car again. He tried to distract himself from the occurrence with his father, but all his mind managed to find was the other event that happened in France, the outcome of his father’s anger, and that of his own.

Carlus sighed, sadly, his mind also on the night in France when everything had changed. He hadn’t been there, it having been Stacey’s first, but unsuccessful day at school. It had been on the news, of course. Carlus would never forget the look on Davey’s face when he knocked on their front door the following evening.

“There’s an update on the FBI database.” Stacey informed them “The phone call, Carlus. They’re going to trace it.”

“Why does the FBI always get involved?” Carlus groaned “It’s ok, Stacey. I’ve got someone on it. There is absolutely no way anyone can hear that conversation, or trace that call back to us.”

Stacey nodded slowly then returned to the laptop, but inside she was angry. Stacey had always been the one who covered their tracks when they were done, but in this job she had not been told anything, and even now she was still being kept in the dark.

“Carlus.” She said slowly, not looking up from the laptop screen “Just a thought but...but what happened to the helicopter? What happened to that?”

“Davey happened to that.” Carlus said grimly.

Davey grinned and winked at Stacey in the rear view mirror. Stacey smiled back but she wasn’t in the mood for fun and games. She snapped closed the laptop and rubbed away the sleep. Now that they were free of the traffic jam, and the police, the threat of danger was no longer keeping her awake.

“The car’s a load of crap.” Stacey muttered.

The car was a wreck. It was older than she was and needed to be scrapped, to put it out of its misery. The seats were ripped, the paintwork was scratched and one of the seat belts didn’t work, but Carlus insisted on using it. Memory’s, he said. The car held ‘memories’. That much was obvious.

Carlus sighed at his niece’s ignorance towards centermental value.

“Stacey,” he said “If you are not going to have any respect for this car...”

Moving scrap metal.

“...then you can just get out.” Carlus finished. He sighed sadly “This car has gotten us out of so many scraps you wouldn’t believe it. It’s a shame you can’t remember. Those were good times.” He paused for a moment “You know you were born on that very seat.”

Stacey sighed. She would have been disgusted, had she been a normal teenager, but she wasn’t normal, and so she found the comment horrid and childish.

It was raining heavily now, and visibility was growing worse as they sped on. The streets were becoming thinner now and another traffic jam was growing as they grew closer to their suburban home in the quiet little street of Backfor Avenue. The cars drilled to a stop ahead of them, the car in front’s tail lights glaring red. Davey sighed, but Carlus was lost in thought. Stacey looked out the window, trying to make out what was causing the jam, but it was impossible through the rain.

They waited in silence and, when the car in front of them inched forward, Davey was quick to react. He hit the accelerator, but smashed the breaks only seconds later, when the tail lights flashed re again.

Impatient and annoyed, Davey pushed at the horn, his fingers absent mindedly playing with a lock of hair again. He had never had a motorist’s mouth, but both Carlus and Stacey knew he found a way to make himself heard, usually ten times louder than everyone else. He pushed hard at the horn again, this time for longer.

He just wanted to be home. Home in bed or making dinner or watching TV or anything. He wanted to be away from the police and away from the threat of arrest. There was no real safe house for a criminal on the run, not like the films suggested, but their three bed roomed semi was as close to safe as possible.

“Stop, someone’s coming!” Stacey snapped, having vaguely seen the blurred outline of a man in a florescent jacket. She personally thought Davey was stupid, that or really dangerous, or both. A man who had just been involved with another man’s death, who was already on the run from international police for mass murder, and yet he seemed to feel the need to call every police officer in Elevency towards him.

The police man knocked twice on Davey’s window, which he rolled down respectfully.

“Good evening officer.” Carlus said, smiling “Sorry about my friend. He’s in quite a rush to get home.”

Carlus glared at Davey angrily. The man was mental. The police man looked at Carlus, who shifted uneasily in his seat, and then his eyes fell on Stacey, who was playing the adorable little girl, with her head resting on the window, almost asleep. He turned back to Carlus.

“Is she yours?” he asked, uncertainly.

“She’s my niece.” Carlus said “Can I ask...what’s going on?”

“Where do you guys live?” he asked.

“Backfor Avenue.” Carlus said, uneasily. He glanced over at Davey, eyes on the floor, and then turned back to the police officer.

The police officer laughed. Stacey stirred and sat up. Davey glanced up at Carlus, who stared at the officer. The police man saw the look of confusion on Carlus’ face and stopped.

“Didn’t you hear what happened?" he asked “It’s been all over the news.”

Carlus, concerned, shook his head quickly.

“There was a bomb found in one of the front gardens...”

“Which one?” Stacey asked quickly, almost loosing her mask as a sweet innocent child.

“Twenty one.” The officer said slowly “Where do you three live?”

“Twenty one.” Carlus said quietly.

The police officer looked at them again, flicking between Carlus and Stacey, and then his eyes fell on Davey. Davey’s eyes were on the floor. The officer frowned.

“Do I know you?” he asked.

“No, he’s no one.” Carlus said quickly “Please. Our house?”



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