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  Stacey:The Twin A Psychological Thriller

  Book 2, Volume 1

  R.G. Miller

  Published by R.G.Miller, 2016.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  STACEY:THE TWIN A PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER

  First edition. April 8, 2016.

  Copyright © 2016 R.G. Miller.

  ISBN: 978-1533730541

  Written by R.G. Miller.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Stacey:The Twin. An Iris Williams and Annette Toni Novel (Book 2, #1)

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  Also By R.G. Miller

  This work is dedicated to the loving memory of Flossie M. Thomas

  Also to George and Johnnie Miller

  I like to thank Cary Mitchell for all his help.

  At 10:41 pm, Billy Madison sat quietly in the back of a dark closet. Female garments surrounded him. The apartment that Billy was hiding in was not his own. The sadistic rapist

  was waiting. As Billy waited, he thought about the last time he'd seen his mother's face: He was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for his mom to return. Three hours later, his mom barged into their home. She was carrying a large brown paper bag. She smiled at her son, her teeth blackened from decay and from habitual drug use. Her eyes were bulging, and her face shined from perspiration. Billy smiled at his mother as she made a mad dash toward the basement. Little Billy was use too his mother's erratic behavior.

  Billy walked over to the basement door and placed his ear against it. Billy did this every time his mom went down into the cellar; he knew what she was doing down there. Billy kept his ear pressed against the door for a few minutes, then he'd returned to the kitchen table, sat down, and waited for his mother. Ten minutes later, a loud explosion ripped through their home.

  The crystal meth lab had blown up.

  The sound of the explosion and his mother's frantic screams shot terror through Billy's blood stream. Billy Madison escape, but his mother did not. Outside, Billy saw the flames fighting their way out of the basement windows. He'd screamed for his mother as he staggered toward the house. He saw his mother; flames engulfed her. Another explosion, more massive than the first, blew Billy's small body ten yards backward. Something hard had smashed into his forehead.

  It was his mother's severed head.

  Billy looked at his mother's head and stared into its dead eyes. Billy stood. He picked up his mother's head and stumbled down the middle of the street with it. Little Billy Madison was seven years old.

  Billy's legs cramped up. He'd been sitting in the same position for over two hours. Billy tried to straighten his legs, but there was no room inside the small closet for him to do so. He rocked back and forth. Billy clenched his teeth as he tried to make himself comfortable. At that moment, he heard keys. Billy stood up. His penis was straining against his skinny jeans. Billy stepped over to the sliding door and opened it, just a little. He heard the front door slam and the sound of keys hitting the table top. Billy held his breath; his nerves were ablaze, and his penis ached with anticipation. He heard heels tapping against the hard, wooden floor; the sound of the bed springs yielding to the weight of someone heavy.

  Sweat poured down the rapist's face.

  The bed springs made a sound of relief as the person rose from the bed. Shuffling feet were getting closer and closer to the closet door. Billy felt as if he would explode from excitement. He was fighting back a powerful orgasm... Not yet, his tormented mind whispered to him. The door slid open, and a middle-aged woman stared into the demonic face of Billy Madison.

  Chapter 2

  “I CAN'T WAIT TO GET this damn thing off,” Detective Annette Toni said as she stuck a straw down between her forearm and the cast she wore on her right arm. “Damn infernal itching is driving me crazy.”

  Her partner and lover, Detective Iris Williams, glanced at her and smiled. “We're almost there,” she said as she turned her truck onto Lenox Avenue, heading toward Harlem Hospital. The detectives met and became partners and lovers while hunting down two of the most dangerous, and youngest serial killers they ever encountered, Stacey and Jannifer McHill, The Twins. In fact, that was how Detective Toni had broken her arm a little less than a year ago. A showdown with the twins almost cost Detective Annette Toni her life.

  "I know you feel like ripping that thing off, right?" Pamerla Thomas asked. Pamerla, who was Iris’ niece, sat in the back seat along with her mother, Deloris. Pamerla placed her hand on top of her bulging belly; she was eight months pregnant. The father of her child, Derrick Simmons, had been killed by the twins. "Oh my God, this baby is kicking like Bruce Lee."

  "I know you can't wait to drop that load," Toni said. Iris found a parking spot a block away from the hospital. Forty-five minutes later, she dropped off her sister and niece on the corner of West 44th Street and 7th Ave. They were going to The Hard Rock Cafe. Adam Levine and two other members of the rock group, Maroon Five, were there to sign copies of their new CD. "Deloris, I'm going over to the parking garage on 6th Ave. We'll meet you guy at the Hard Rock, o.k.?" Iris touched her sister's shoulder as the older sibling exited the vehicle.

  A year ago, this would've been an impossibility. Iris and her sister hadn't spoken to one another in fourteen years. Deloris blamed Iris for the death of their mother. When the girls were younger, their parents fought constantly. They’d promised one another that whomever was home at the time would step in and defuse the situation; Iris had renege on that promise. Iris’ mother had been charged with the murder of her husband. When the verdict was read, Iris’ mother had dropped dead from a massive heart right in the courtroom.

  Iris watched as her sister helped Pamerla out of the truck. "Be careful, chubby."

  "What? Yo’ sister," Pamerla said as her mother helped her to her feet.

  “Girl, how could you talk about your mom that way?” Deloris said.

  Everyone laughed.

  As Deloris and Pamerla walked away from Iris’ Durango, Iris called out, "You look like penguin, niecey..."

  Without turning, Pamerla said, "Yo, sister."

  Inside the parking garage, a driver of an Access-A-Ride vehicle was lowering the ramp on his van. A middle-age woman wheeled out a teenage girl. The teenager was sitting in a Whisper-Lite Swing Away Sip-N-Puff Control wheelchair. The teenager cursed her mother as she wheeled her out of the van. Iris parked her Durango two spaces away. “Oh my God!”

  “What is it?” Toni asked.

  Iris’ mouth hung open. “That's Mrs. Times and her daughter. Remember I told you about them?” Toni looked at the couple.

  “Yes, I remember. The girl was viciously beaten.”

  "I'll be right back," Iris said. She walked over toward the Access-A- Ride, smiled, and waved at the mother and Daughter. "Hi, Mrs. Times. Do you remember me?"

  A few months back while Iris had been searching for victims that were attacked by a sadistic rapist, and who were seeking revenge on their attacker, came to the apartment of Mrs. Times. Mrs. Times' daughter was viciously assaulted. The attack had left young Diana Times wanting revenge.

  "Hi, detective, yes, I remember you, Mrs Times said."

  Diana Times glowered at the detective. The attack left the teenager paralyzed from the neck down. Iris stared at the teenage.

  "What the hell do you want now?" Diana asked. "Did you catch the bastard?" Iris placed her hand on top of Dana's.

  “Did you shoot his balls off?”

  Iris shook her head no. “We didn't catch him yet—”

  “Don't fre
akin' talk me again until you catch him!” the angry teenage shouted at Iris, cutting her off.

  Iris looked at the teenager; then she looked at Mrs. Times. Iris gave Mrs. Times a weak smile before she turned and walked away.

  Twenty-five minutes later, Iris and Toni turned the corner on West 43rd Street and ran into chaos. In the middle of the block, a man was holding a knife to a woman's throat, and people were shouting at the man to let the woman go. The man was yelling obscenities at the crowd. He was threatening to kill the woman; the man was nude from the waist down. Iris and Toni watched as uniformed police officers drew their weapons on the man. No words were said as the female detectives sprang into action.

  The man had pressed his back against a truck that was delivering Poland Springs bottled water to some establishments on the block. His knife had drawn blood from the woman's neck. The woman pleaded for her life. Iris ran toward the deranged man with her shield in hand. "Mister, please... you don't want to do that—" Iris stopped and looked around at the uniformed officers. Anxiety and apprehension shined in most of the officers’ eyes. "Lower your freakin' weapons now!" Iris shouted at the officers. "Now!" One by one the officers did as instructed. Iris turned her attention back to the deranged man. The woman had passed out, and the man was holding her like a rag doll. Blood poured from the open wound in her neck.

  Iris glanced around for her partner, but in a crowd so large it was hard for her to spot Toni. Iris continued to plead with the man. "Please, sir, just drop your weapon, and I promise—" Iris stopped mid-sentence. The deranged man dropped the woman. The knife he held in his hand flew up into the air, and the crazed man fell to the black top—face first. His nose made a crunching sound as it smashed into the ground, then the man disappeared underneath the Poland Springs truck as a hush came over the crowd.

  Detective Annette Toni emerged from around the front of the truck, dragging the man by his cuffed-up ankles. Street grime covered Toni’s hands and face. She waved Iris over. The crowd broke out in a thunderous roar. "Cuff 'em, " Toni said. She rubbed her right forearm, where less than two hours ago, she’d had her cast removed. Just then the crowd chanted, "GIRL POWER! GIRL POWER!"

  Toni looked around at the crowd; then she took a bow.

  Chapter 3

  MS. LIZA BROWN SPENT the last thirty-six hours babysitting her grandson; the boy was a handful, and she was desperate for some adult conversation. The cab she rode in was headed toward her apartment building on West 150th Street in Harlem. Ms. Brown checked her watch; it was 11:43 pm.

  Liza closed her eyes and thought about her best friend, The Rev. Dr. Donna Mills, who came to visit her two days ago to celebrate her birthday. Rev. Donna Mills insisted on staying at a hotel because she didn't like the idea of staying in her friend's apartment without her being there. But Liza had put her foot down and gave her best friend the key to her apartment. My house is your house, she’d told her friend before she left to babysit her grandson.

  Liza removed her cell phone and called her friend for the second time. Nothing. Where in the hell could she be at a quarter to twelve at night, she thought as the cab pulled up in front of her building. Liza looked up at her windows. All the lights were off except for the light in her bedroom. She dialed her friend’s numbers again and waited for her to pick up. “Damn! Can you walk me up to my apartment?” she asked the cabby. The two of them walked up to the second floor. Ms. Lisa Brown's door was ajar. "Donna!" she called out to her friend.

  No answer.

  “Can you please go in and see if everything is o.k.? My friend might be hurt.”

  The cab driver nodded his head and went inside. Five seconds later, the cabbie came screaming out of Ms. Liza Brown's apartment. He bumped into her as ran toward the stairs.

  DETECTIVES IRIS WILLIAMS and Annette Toni worked the graveyard shift at the Double 0 precinct on One Hundred and Twenty-Fourth Street. As soon as they walked into the lobby of the precinct, everyone there applauded. "Oh, please," Iris said as she walked up to the sergeant's desk.

  Toni, who was standing behind her partner, was egging everyone on by cupping her hand around her ear. “I can't hear you... a little louder, please.” Iris turned around and playfully pushed Toni. “Freakin' show off,” she said. The sergeant told the detectives that the house was proud of the collar they'd made in mid-town.

  Upstairs at the homicide division, the detectives there were waiting for their two heroes to arrive. Once Iris and Toni crossed the threshold, another wave of applause hit them. “For God’s sake, doesn't anybody work around here?" Iris asked.

  The detectives in the squad room all shouted, "Hip, hip, hurray!”

  “You guys gotta be kidding,” Iris said. She walked over to her cubicle as Toni took a bow. “She's such a ham,” she said to her comrade and friend, Detective Leroy Chalk.

  “Didn't she just have her cast removed?” Detective Chalk asked.

  "Yeah, about an hour or so before that crazy man took that poor girl hostage."

  Chalk looked at Toni and shouted, "Hip, hip, hurray."

  "Oh, please, Casper, not you, too." Iris looked at Toni and said, "O. k., o. k., that's enough of that. Everybody back to work... and you," she motioned to Toni, "get over here." Toni did a little dance and shook her ass before she made her way toward her cubicle.

  “I've just noticed something about you,” Iris said.

  “What's that?” Toni said as she sat down in her swivel chair.

  “That you're an attention lovin’ hussy.”

  “And you know that,” she said with a wink and a snap of her finger.

  “You ladies never cease to amaze me,” Casper said.

  Forty-five-year-old Detective Leroy Chalk had been with the N.Y.P.D. for over twenty years. At six-nine and over three hundred pounds Detective Leroy Chalk was a force to be reckoned with. Chalk sported a white goatee with curly, snow white hair. His pupils were pink, and his skin was just as white as his hair... Detective Leroy Chalk was a black albino.

  Chalk had dropped out of Howard University in his sophomore year because he felt like the abominable snowman in the predominately black college. After college, Chalk had enlisted in the army. He was wounded in the Gulf War and received a Bronze medal. Becoming a member of the N.Y.P.D. was the last thing on Chalk's mind when discharged from the army. But after his baby sister had been brutally raped and murdered on the streets of New York City, his destiny had been set. Upon joining the N.Y.P.D., Chalk was giving the moniker Casper—the Friendly Ghost—because of his white skin and friendly demeanor, but most of his friends just calls him Casper. "Do you two ever rest?" he asked Iris and Toni.

  "We were resting," Iris added with a smile.

  Casper shook his head. "Listen, I want you two to meet my new partner." He looked over toward his cubicle and waved his new partner over. Iris and Toni watched as a beautiful, young Chinese American woman strolled over toward their cubicle. Casper smiled as the young woman approached. Iris picked up a pen and scribbled something on a piece of paper, then she passed it over to Toni. Toni read: He's banging her. Toni shook her head and mouthed, "No way."

  "This is Detective Lori Tail," Casper said.

  "My friends call me Spice," the young woman said. Iris was sizing the woman up. Lori Tail had more American blood in her than Asian. Her blazing blue eyes had a slight slant to them. She stood at five-four, or maybe five-five, and weighed somewhere around one hundred pounds, Iris thought. Detective Lori Tail wore her black hair cut short, and she was into the gothic look. Lori held out her hand; Iris shook it.

  Lori chewed on a piece of gum. “Nice to meet you. This here is my partner, Detective Annette Toni.”

  “That gum you're chewing on must be delicious,” Toni said.

  “What?” Lori said defensively.

  "Never mind."

  Lori Tail had what some people called an industrial strength attitude problem. As a child she’d been moved from foster home to foster home. She never knew her parents. Her biological mother had
sold her to a female drug dealer when she was six months old. Two weeks later, the D.E.A. had raided the drug dealer’s apartment. Shots were fired, and when the smoke had cleared baby Lori laid screaming inside her bullet-ridden bassinet. As she got older Lori had been diagnosed with having APD (antisocial personality disorder). "I heard about you two super bitches—"

  "What? Did you just call us bitches?" Iris said as she stood up.

  Lori’s eyes widened. “I meant that in a good way.”

  "Listen and listen good, missy, from now on you will address me and my partner as Detective Williams and Detective Toni, do you understand me, little girl?"

  “Who in the hell are you calling a little girl?”

  “Ladies, please!” Casper said, holding Lori back. Iris was fuming.

  "Hey, who wants Chinese? I'm buying," Casper said, defusing the situation.

  "I do," Lori answered. She turned her back toward Iris and walked away from the cubicle.

  “Where in the world did you get that one from?” Iris asked.

  “I know,” Casper said. “She's a little rough around the collar, but she'll be o. k.”

  “Are you banging her, Casper?”

  Casper stammered. “I... I mean... well, we...” Iris could have sworn that she saw her large friend blush. Casper looked around the squad room, then he nodded his head.

  “I don't like that woman, but....” Iris patted Casper on the shoulder.

  “I like her, Casper. She's got spunk,” Toni said.

  Forty-five minutes later a muscular young man entered the squad room carrying two large, plastic bags of Chinese takeout. “Mr. Ming is here!” he shouted.

  “Hercules," Casper called out to the young man. “Bring it over here.” The delivery guy ambled over to where Casper was sitting.

  “I hope you didn't forget my shrimp rolls this time!” Iris called out.