Part 10 (2/2)
”He was the executor of Julian Gatewood's estate after he died.”
Now he had her attention.
”Edgar's name showed up on a great number of publicly filed doc.u.ments related to the Gatewoods through the years. Apparently, he was Julian Gatewood's personal attorney for many, many years.”
Lonnie wasn't getting it. Julian was dead. ”So?”
”Men like him are loyal to a fault.”
She wasn't convinced. ”Then why is she his third wife?”
”The other two got old,” Phillip said, without missing a beat. ”And he's as loyal to the Gatewoods now as he ever was.”
”How do you know?”
”He visits Olivia Gatewood once a month at the retirement community,” he said casually.
”She was married to Julian. Nothing special about that.”
”Did I mention that he was the executor of-”
”Julian's will,” she said impatiently. ”I know. I know. But what does that have to do with-”
”The day after Julian Gatewood died, his will was filed with the state of Texas with the probate courts.”
”Naturally.”
”The day after that”-Phillip pulled doc.u.ments from the pocket inside his sports coat-”another will was filed in the probate court, superseding the original one.”
She picked up the doc.u.ment, unfolded it, and looked at it. ”It looks like a will,” she said, after examining it. ”Julian's will. How'd you get this?”
”It's the original will, Lonnie,” he said coolly. ”Take a closer look.” Lonnie studied Phillip's expression, which had never, in all the years she'd known him, betrayed the mystery of the man. He was a great friend, but she suspected that he was also the last person on earth she'd want for an enemy.
”Don't look at me like that,” he said impatiently.
”Like what?” she asked.
”Like you're trying to see inside me.”
”What would I find?”
He shrugged. ”Blood and guts, Lonnie, and the person who is forever on your side. Today I am the Caped Crusader,” he boasted. ”And as long as I have my super powers, justice will be served.”
”I, Julian Gatewood, being of sound mind and...” Lonnie read on in silence, then suddenly stopped, and looked up at Phillip.
”I f.u.c.kin' knew it,” she snapped. ”I knew it!”
Lonnie happened to glance in the direction of the old man, Edgar, and he stared back at her, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Phillip slipped on his sungla.s.ses, and casually glanced over his shoulder at Edgar and then turned back to Lonnie.
”He knows who I am,” she said, stunned. ”Phillip, he knows who I...” Lonnie looked back at Phillip. ”He knows who I am.”
”He knows who you are, sweetheart. And now, you know who he is. He is the Gatewood guardian. He is the one who filed the second will, and he is the one who has kept this secret all of these years.”
She read on.
I leave behind my wife, Olivia, my stepson Jordan, and my two daughters, June and Desdimona ...
A Man of Odd Circ.u.mstance ”h.e.l.lo. My name is Frank Ross. Joel Tunson is my father. I think we need to talk.”
Jordan was in his car, stuck in traffic on Interstate 635 when he got the call. Jordan had expected it. He was actually relieved that it had finally come. Now, he could get this s.h.i.+t over with. ”So talk,” he said coolly.
The man on the line hesitated, as if he had to think about what he was going to say next. Jordan felt himself start to get irritable. ”Mr. Ross, if you're going to back a motha f.u.c.ka up against the wall, at least have your s.h.i.+t ready,” Jordan groaned.
”In person,” Frank shot back. ”Not over the phone.”
Jordan waited, then listened patiently while Frank Ross told him where he wanted to meet.
After hanging up, Jordan pressed his b.u.t.ton on the steering wheel and called his a.s.sistant to cancel the two meetings he had scheduled that afternoon.
Jordan nearly stepped on a little girl who bolted out in front of him, running across the gra.s.s to get to the slide. Frank sat on the opposite side of the playground in the park on a bench, looking as ominous as a predator, in dark jeans, a black T-s.h.i.+rt, and a ball cap pulled down low on his head. Of all the places the two of them could've met, the brotha had really thought outside the box with this one. He moved over when Jordan arrived. Jordan sat down next to him.
”Frank Ross,” Jordan eventually said, trying to let this moment soak in. He couldn't believe he was here now, with this fool. And he couldn't believe the conversation that was about to go down. ”What could you possibly have to say to me, Frank Ross?” Jordan looked at him for the first time.
If there were any type of resemblance, Jordan refused to acknowledge it. But he was getting impatient with the reluctant att.i.tude of this dude.
”Joel Tunson's your father too?” Frank asked, trying to sound hard.
If a man wants to sound hard, Jordan thought, he doesn't ask another man a G.o.dd.a.m.ned thing; he states it, emphatically. ”I don't know any Joel Tunson,” he answered simply.
”Just because you don't know him doesn't mean he's not your father, man.” Frank finally dug up some courage from somewhere and dared to look back at Jordan. ”He knows you though,” Frank continued, and gradually, Jordan could sense this man was starting to grow some b.a.l.l.s. ”So, I've been thinking about it, and it looks to me like you might have yourself one h.e.l.l of a dilemma.”
Jordan stared at the children playing and swinging on the playground. ”What kind of dilemma could I possibly have with a man I know nothing about?”
Frank Ross chuckled. ”Oh, I see. You wanna play word games. What? You think I need to sit here and convince you that you ain't a Gatewood by blood? That I need to try and get you to believe the truth when you already know it?” He shook his head. ”Man, I'm not even going to waste my time with that s.h.i.+t.”
”But you're wasting my time, right now.”
”Then make me disappear,” Frank stated simply.
The implications were so deep in those four little words that Jordan almost admired him for saying them. But he was still so far out of his league that it wasn't funny. ”Is this how you've made your way through life, Frank?” Jordan asked calmly. ”By taking things that don't belong to you.”
”And you're different-how? You've taken another man's name, his business, and even his legacy, and strut around wearing all of it like some G.o.dd.a.m.ned peac.o.c.k feathers. What the h.e.l.l do you have that you didn't take from somebody else?”
Now he was just starting to p.i.s.s Jordan off. ”I have no idea who this Joel person is that you insist on throwing up in my face. Julian Gatewood is the only father I have ever known. His name is the name I've grown up with and into. He left his legacy behind for me in his will, motha f.u.c.ka, so don't try and compare the two of us, because other than both of us being black men born and raised in Texas, we ain't got s.h.i.+t in common.”
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