Avenging Alex

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Author: Lewis Ericson
Tags: Fiction, General, Urban, African American
wife’s idea to end things.”
    â€œSo?”
    â€œSo, what happens when she changes her mind?”
    â€œWhat happens if she doesn’t?”
    They turned their attention to the baby monitor as Cerena’s cries rang out. “Uh-oh, somebody’s up from their nap.” Jamilah set her glass down on the coffee table and pushed up from the sofa.
    Alex stood up as well. “Mama, I’ll get her. You’ve had her all afternoon.”
    â€œI don’t mind. You sit there and think about what you’re going to do when John calls back. Or maybe you shouldn’t wait.”
    Alex sat back down and sipped her tea. She picked up her cell phone and flipped it open, contemplating calling him. When she started to dial she caught sight of a figure through the open drapes at the window, moving about in the yard in front of the house. She put her glass down and hurried over. Pulling back the sheer, she spied an older-model white-paneled van parked at the curb. She glanced around the yard, but she didn’t see anyone. A knock at the door made her jump.
    â€œHello,” called a male voice from the other side of the door.
    Alex stood frozen between the large bay window and the unsecured door. The knocking continued. When Jamilah came up the hallway from the back of the house holding the baby Alex felt compelled to move. She held her index finger to her mouth, signaling her mother to be still, and she crept to the door.
    â€œWho is it?” she asked sternly, securing the dead bolt.
    â€œI’m looking for the Johnsons,” the man answered.
    â€œYou have the wrong house,” Alex barked.
    â€œI know I’ve got the right address. Are you sure there’s no Paul Johnson who lives here?”
    Alex eyes darted toward Jamilah, who was rocking the baby to keep her from fussing. “Yes, I’m sure.”
    â€œDo you know where he lives?”
    â€œI don’t know any Paul Johnson. Now get away from my door before I call the police.”
    â€œLook, lady, there’s no need to be hostile. I’m just looking for a friend of mine.”
    â€œI have a gun and if you don’t leave I’m going to use it.” Alex’s throat went dry as she stood and listened. There was no response. Seconds dragged by before she heard the roar of the van’s engine. She hurried back to the window. The van pulled away before she could see who it was.
    â€œCall John,” Jamilah insisted.
    â€œI can’t.”
    â€œThis is no time for your stubborn pride, Omolola. You have to call John.”
    After pulling herself together Alex stepped to her mother and took the baby. “Mama, I’m sure it was nothing. It was just some guy who obviously had the wrong address. I can’t call John every time somebody knocks at the door.”
    â€œYou don’t know if that was just somebody. You need to call John. That’s what he’s here for.”
    Jamilah was right. The man at the door seemed pretty insistent that someone lived there who didn’t. She had to report anything suspicious, no matter how benign. She picked up her cell phone and dialed.
    â€œJohn, it’s me.”
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    It had been like every other time before. When Alex made a distress call, John Chase came running. Alex was clear on the fact that this was his job. Maybe in the midst of this convoluted milieu of impending discovery and danger lay the only reasons either of them was attracted to the other. In a matter of minutes John was joined by his partner, Harley Donovan, and the local police. The doorknob was dusted for fingerprints, and the yard was checked for any evidence the trespasser may have inadvertently left behind.
    â€œI didn’t see him,” Alex admitted. “I was sitting over there on the sofa and I saw this shadow move across the yard. The next thing I knew he was knocking and then when I threatened him with my . . .” She stopped short of confessing
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