Claude Jakes wasn't your run-of-the-mill small-town guy. Nah, he was a goddamn drifter who danced on the edges of society, always sneaking past those pathetic law enforcers. Street nigga people referred to him as a wayfarer, he had a damn talent for stumbling into trouble.
His charisma and rebellious streak attracted folks like flies, but it also made him a prime target for those lowlifes who wanted him gone.
Born and bred in that dump called Pleasant Hill in Louisiana, Claude's childhood was anything but pleasant. Daddy dearest abandoned him and his mom, leaving wounds so deep they never truly healed.
No surprise that he embraced a life of crime and gutter survival. And in the midst of that chaos, he raised his kid, Cassidy, who was about the age of 12, all on his own.
Cassidy's upbringing? Ha, far from the fairy tales. Growing up with a father who was always on the lam, mixed up in all sorts of illegal crap, turned him into a damn lone wolf from day one. The kid had to fend for himself, hustling odd jobs and swiping pennies just to scrape by.
Weird upbringing, yeah, but Cassidy actually admired that reckless spirit of his old man. Their bond, against all odds, was solid as steel.
**Then, bam! It all went down in 2010, one scorching summer day. Claude got shot down, sprawled out like trash on the steps of the so-called "Bible" church. The news hit the town like a damn tornado, leaving everyone dazed and confused. How could a guy bursting with life and adventure end up chewed up by violence?
The story behind Claude's death? Utterly shrouded in darkness. No witnesses, no obvious scumbags to blame, no leads for those incompetent pigs to follow. The case iced over quickly, the hunt for justice frozen in its tracks.
And that left Cassidy raging like a damn wildfire. He was on a warpath, hell-bent on exposing the vermin who stole his old man from him.
His old man's death? That sent Cassidy spiraling right into a pit of danger. Grief and a thirst for payback had him digging into Claude's past, hunting for any damn crumbs that might lead to the truth.
It was like a twisted obsession, consuming every second of his life. He didn't give a rat's ass what he had to do, even if it meant staring death in the face.
The deeper Cassidy dug, the more filth he uncovered from Claude's twisted history. But damn, the closer he got to the truth, the clearer it became: revenge is one heavy, soul-sucking beast.
One day, Cassidy's investigation led him to a bar called The Black Cat. He knew it was a dangerous place, but he didn't care. He was determined to find out what Claude had been up to in his final days.
Cassidy walked into the bar and immediately felt the eyes of the patrons on him. He was a stranger, and this was their territory.
But Cassidy wasn't intimidated. He walked up to the bar and ordered a drink.
As he was sipping his drink, Cassidy noticed a man sitting in the corner. The man was watching him intently. Cassidy could tell that he was dangerous.
The man finally got up and walked over to Cassidy. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm looking for information," Cassidy said.
"What kind of information?"
"About Claude Jakes."
The man's eyes narrowed. "What do you want to know?"
"I want to know who killed him."
The man laughed. "You're in over your head, kid."
"I don't care," Cassidy said. "I'm going to find out who did it, with or without your help."
The man stood there for a moment, sizing Cassidy up. Then he nodded. "I'll tell you what I know," he said. "But it's not going to be easy."
And so, the man told Cassidy everything he knew about Claude's death. It was a story of violence, betrayal, and revenge.
When the man was finished, Cassidy became bothered. He realized had a lot to think about.
Then after that the man left, Cassidy knew that he was no closer to finding Claude's killer. But he was one step closer to the truth. And that was all that mattered.
Cassidy, who just turned sixteen, he got a street name, "Kaz," forged from his name, Cassidy. This new identity marked a transformation, a rebirth of his determination and resolve. In a town where everyone had a mask to hide behind, Kaz was a force to be reckoned with.
Amidst the chaos, an unexpected ally emerged a black old detective with a world-weary gaze. Detective Reynolds, a name etched in the town's history, held the key to unlocking the secrets that had eluded Cassidy for so long.
But their alliance was a dance of shadows, with Reynolds feeding him half-truths and lies, keeping Cassidy perpetually on the edge of discovery.
Kaz went to see Reynolds at his office. He was determined to get the truth about his father's death, no matter what it took.
"I know you're lying to me," Kaz said. "I want the truth."
Reynolds sighed. "I wish I could give it to you," he said. "But it's not that simple."
"Why not?" Kaz demanded. "What are you hiding?"
"I'm not hiding anything," Reynolds said. "But there are things you're not ready to know."
"I'm ready for anything," Kaz said.
"Are you sure?" Reynolds asked. "Because once you know the truth, there's no going back."
Kaz didn't answer. He just stared at Reynolds, his eyes burning with anger and determination.
"Fine," Reynolds said. "I'll tell you what I know. But it's not going to be easy to hear."
"I'm not going to lie to you," Reynolds said. "Your father was a complicated man. He had a lot of secrets, and he made a lot of enemies. But he was also a good man. He loved you very much."
"I know," Kaz said. "I just want to know who killed him."
"I'm getting to that," Reynolds said. "But first, you need to understand the whole story."
Reynolds told Kaz about Claude's past. He told him about the time Claude was framed for a crime he didn't commit. He told him about the time Claude was forced to work for a dangerous criminal. He told him about the time Claude was betrayed by someone he trusted.
"Your father was a survivor," Reynolds said. "He always managed to find a way to get by. But he made a lot of enemies along the way. And some of those enemies were very powerful."
"So you're saying that my father's death was a revenge killing?" Kaz asked.
"It's possible," Reynolds said. "But there's more to it than that. There's a lot of money involved. And there are a lot of people who would like to see your father's name cleared."
"Why?" Kaz asked.
"Because your father knew too much," Reynolds said. "He knew secrets that could destroy a lot of people. And those people were not going to stop until he was dead."
Kaz was silent for a long time.
"So you're saying my father's death was a result of revenge? What do I do now?" he asked.
"You need to be careful, These people who killed your father are dangerous. And they won't hesitate to kill you if they think you're a threat." Reynolds said.
"I'm not afraid," Kaz replied.
"You should be," Reynolds said. "This is not a game. This is life and death."
Kaz nodded. He knew that Reynolds was right. This was serious, all he wanted was to find who his father killer was and make them pay.
"I'm going to find them," he said. "And I'm going to make them sorry."
"I know you will," Reynolds said. "But be careful."
Kaz left Reynolds' office, his mind was not at ease. He had a lot to think about. But one thing was for sure: and that is he was going to find out who was responsible, and he was going to make them pay.