Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2022 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 67 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 67


It had been a little over a month since Charlie went missing, and Will
was no closer to finding him or Justin. The contacts he had made over the
years, since his release, yielded nothing of note. Aside from Detective
Jenkins, the rest of the Washington Police Department had given up the
search to focus on newer cases. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough.


Will had always regretted working for the Nebraska Aryan Brotherhood. He
wasn't given much of a choice. Prison in the United States is hard, but
it's worse when you're a convicted sexual deviant. True, Will was only
guilty of statutory rape, given his only, actual victim was mere months
away from reaching the age of consent; however, his ex-wife made sure
that he was punished severely, after her father doctored videos showing
Will molesting their 2-year-old son.


Once word got around, friends of Will's victim came forward accusing him
of sexually abusing them. The state's attorney had a field day,
lambasting Will in the press as a "serial pedophile," and fought for
the harshest sentences possible. It didn't help matters when the jury
pool had been tainted by news reports. Will's lawyer was useless. Sure,
he didn't have a public defender, since he was too "rich" to have one,
but he also didn't have the money to afford a good lawyer, either, since
his family, except his brother Kenny, had cut him off entirely, including
financially.


The verdicts were swift, with very little deliberation on the jury's
part. Guilty across the board. The scrawny, nerdy, Jewish kid from the
affluent Elmwood Park neighborhood of Omaha, was now a child predator
heading and was going to be served to the wolves.


Typically, the prison racket was simple: "Good guys" or "Solids"
(Guys whose crime involve anything other than a sex offense and are part
of a gang) extort the others for whatever they can, including money to be
sent either to the prison or someone on the outside who could then
launder it to another person's account. The methods of extortion were
usually simple: Pay or risk dying. Attacks and stabbings are pretty
common motivators, with death being the least lucrative method, which was
only reserved for those who were too strong of will or snitches. Other
"motivations" include prostitution, rape and intimidation of friends
and family on the streets.


Will figured all this out and found himself in a very tough spot. He had
nothing to give. He lost everything going in, and what little he had was
held by Kenny, who refused to send him money out of fear of putting a
target on Will's head.


Will hoped that he could fly under the radar but within the first hour,
he was asked for his paperwork. At first, Will was confused by the
request, unfamiliar with prison slang; however, after the fist that hit
him in the face and the threat of a shiv to the liver, Will caught on
real quick.


His cellmate was a thug named Mark. He was a new recruit into the Aryan
Brotherhood. Mark was in prison after being caught trafficking a small
amount of pot across state lines. He was facing Federal charges, but Mark
was too "small time" to be looked at properly. Mark was "given" Will as
a present for entering the gang. Will had to pay Mark in order to stay in
the cell, along with yard privileges, which was one of many fees Will had
to pay.


He was miserable to say the least. However, Will took to studying the law
in order to get his cases overturned. He soon found himself employed as a
legal clerk in the prison library then became a paralegal after taking a
few correspondence courses and passing a test. Will began selling his
services as a hustle to earn extra cash to not only pay Mark and the gang
but to also take proper college classes to get his degree in the law.


It was during this time that Will started gathering intel on the Nebraska
Aryan Brotherhood and its members. Mark, for example, wasn't as "solid"
as he let on. In order to avoid Federal drug trafficking charges, he
provided evidence and statements about his supplier to get only State
charges, which made Mark a rat in the eyes of the prison system. However,
Will kept this information to himself, but he did leverage it to stop
paying Mark his monthly extortion fees.


Will also looked deeper into several "shot callers" for the gang and
found that a few had rape cases in the juvenile system, which typically
were sealed except by those with access to the state's criminal database,
like lawyers have. Will used his skills not only as a lawyer but also a
computer genius to hack into the prison's records. As advanced as the
prison's systems pretended to be, Will was easily able to circumvent the
firewalls and other weak protections (they were still outdated government
computers, after all). Once inside, Will was able to get information on
prison guards and officials, including personal information and
disciplinary records. Will never altered any of the information, knowing
it would only lead to suspicions, but he got what he needed, and he sold
the information to the gang's leaders.


Impressed with his inventiveness and fearful of his probing, the gang
decided to give him a "choice": Join or die. He didn't like either
choice, still being Jewish and hating white supremisists his entire life,
but he didn't have another choice if he wanted to see his son again.


As conviction after conviction was overturned, the gang became more and
more anxious of Will's pending release. Sonny, a lieutenant in the gang,
knew something had to be done to keep Will inside. Like Will, Sonny found
out about Mark's deal but kept it to himself. One day on the yard, Sonny
approached Will and said that Will needed to take care of Mark. At first
Will hoped he misunderstood, but when Sonny made his point clear by
passing him a shank, Will got nervous. Sonny told Will that Will either
used the homemade knife on Mark or it was going to be used on him.


Will was not a man of violence, but he needed to see his son again. Will
was able to smuggle the weapon off the yard in his shoe and into his
cell. He didn't go to dinner that night, but stayed to solidify his plan.
Mark came back from the chow hall and was surprised to see Will sitting
on Mark's bunk, something that was against the rules. Will explained what
Sonny found out and what was expected of him. Although Mark was prepared
to fight, Will wasn't. Instead he had a plan to make everyone happy.


Sonny was surprised to see Will enter the gym that night, given that he
was supposed to be in segregation for Mark's murder. He was even more
surprised when Will made him a counter proposal: Will would create a
front for the gang on the outside, a computer repair business, in which
he would steal personal information about the customers to use in
identity theft schemes, earning the gang a shit tone of money. Also, as a
lawyer, Will could create other offshore businesses to help launder the
gang's money.


After an hour, Sonny was excited and green lit the idea without even
consulting the other shot-callers. Unfortunately, that's where Sonny's
cellie and new boyfriend, Rollo, came into the mix. Rollo was a nasty
little bitch that nobody liked, except Sonny for some reason. Sonny was
calm, collected and methodical. The complete opposite of Rollo.


Rollo became Will's point person upon his release from prison. There were
only a few guarantees that Will needed Sonny to make: 1. Mark lives and
works directly for Will and Will only; 2. Will worked for Sonny and not
Rollo; 3. Will's family and associates on the outside were to be left off
the gang's radar, while Will would be solely responsible for any
consequences that came from them. Sonny agreed to Will's terms, so long
as Will brought in the cash he promised.


And Will kept his word...big time.


What Will failed to agree with Sonny was the blackmail information he
discovered. Porn search histories, download histories, uploaded files,
"secured folders," "wiped" hard drives--all of it was easily
accessible to the right person with the right know-how. Will knew that
most people were ignorant about their computers. If they knew what he
did, they'd never take them to some repair place. They'd obliterate the
hard drive and as much of the guts as they could and buy a brand new
machine instead. Although hard drive discs are sensitive to the slightest
bumps, they're not unreadable if you have the right devices and software.


Will was able to get all sorts of information on Omaha officials,
including district attorneys and judges. Although he never used this
information to get his convictions overturned (since he didn't need to),
he did use the information to force an Interstate Compact, allowing him
the ability to move out of Nebraska, so he could be closer to his son,
who was going by the name of Kyle.


He kept his distance for a few years, making sure that his ex and her new
husband weren't abusing the boy. Meanwhile, he started a new business,
similar to the one in Nebraska. This time, he kept the money for himself
and used the sensitive information to his advantage. He was never
malicious about it. Will never had to be. The moment he told a cop that
he found child pornography on their computer and had to report it,
suddenly that cop was his best friend and would do anything Will wanted.


Eventually, he had every cop in the small city under his control, which
then spread to the rest of the judicial departments, which is how he got
his civil suit against the man who tried raping Kyle expedited, and how
he got Ry into Rick's custody. Judges who lead secret, homosexual lives
behind their wives' backs don't want to be outed, after all.


The move to Washington was more difficult that Will had planned. Large
towns and small cities were easy to deal with, but large cities, like
Washington, were very difficult, as there was a lot of competition for
the repair business, so Will had to use his role as a lawyer more.
Eventually, he was able to adapt and gain influence where he could.


And there he was, a man of power and notable prestige, and yet, he
couldn't find a bastard rapist after over a month of looking..which
didn't leave him with many more options.


"Detective, it's nice to see you again," Will said, opening his office
door and moving to the side to let his guest enter. Det. Dunham walked in
and took her seat in the chair across from Will. "Can I get you a coffee
or something else to drink."


"No thank you, Mr. Parker," she said. Detective Dunham carried herself
in a very professional manner that Will admired and also found
frustrating. Unlike most of the other cops Will usually worked with,
Clare Dunham was not corrupt; in fact, Will had spent months before his
move to Washington trying to find some kind of dirt on her, but was never
able to. "I'm afraid I don't have much more to report than last time."


"I appreciate whatever information you can provide, and I further
appreciate your time and efforts. I'm just glad you were able to take
time off from your duties to help us out."


"Let's cut the crap, Mr. Parker," Det. Dunham said, pulling out her
notepad. "I talked to Det. Jenkins and read the information he had
gathered. However, the other detectives, especially Det. Haskins, were a
little less than forthcoming, despite your insistence that they'd fully
cooperate.


"However, I did manage to do some digging on my own into Justin Roberts'
history. I talked to the Bells and got their accusations against Roberts.
I tried finding a criminal complaint in the county courthouse, but it
appears that Mr. Bell never filed one, nor did he file a missing persons
report on his wife, Tammy, who seems to have gone missing around the time
of their sons' abuse."


"Yes," Will interjected, "I'm aware of this. Joey had mentioned this
to myself and at least Charlie and Ry, while he was in Rick's custody."


"Were you also aware that Justin's father, Mark Kovak, was made aware of
the abuse the night Mr. Bell discovered Justin in the act of abusing
Brian and Joey? From what Mr. Bell said he confronted Mr. Kovak about the
incident."


"Neither Mr. Bell nor Mark told me any of this; in fact, as you know, I
wasn't aware of Justin's and Mark's relationship till I was informed of
Mark's death. I was under the impression that Mark's son was an adult,
and Justin never really talked about his father to me."


Detective Dunham made a quick note, turned the page of her notepad, and
continued. "In either event, both women went missing either that night
or shortly after, as nobody seems to have memory of their presence after
the incident. Furthermore, Mr. Kovak, like Mr. Bell, failed to file a
missing persons report."


"Are you accusing both men of killing their wives, Detective?"


"It just seems rather coincidental, Mr. Parker. Given the passage of
time, there isn't any evidence of foul play in either case, but Det.
Haskins has promised to look into the situation."


"And what does Mr. Bell have to say about this? He's my client, after
all, so it would be nice to get some kind of heads up."


"He said that his wife packed her belongings and left, while he was
dealing with the boys after Justin's father took the boy away. Mr. Bell
also gave me the names of other boys who may have been victims of
Justin's. None of them live in the trail park anymore, but I might be
able to gather enough information to form a victim profile that the FBI
might be willing to use."


"The FBI are getting involved now?" Will wasn't a fan of the idea, but
Charlie was more important than his own feelings at the moment.


"There's a chance that Justin fled the state, and given how long Charlie
has been missing, it's pretty standard."


"If Justin has gone to another state, where do you think he's gone?"


Det. Dunham flipped through a few more pages of her notepad and said,
"Mr. Kovak did time in Nebraska, so there's a chance he might have
family there still."


"Okay," Will said, opening a drawer in his desk. He pulled out a white
envelope and handed it over to the detective. "Inside, you'll find
$2,000 cash and a debit card with another $5,000 on it."


"What's this for?" She asked without touching the envelope.


"Expenses," Will replied, setting the money down in front of her. "I
want you to go to Nebraska and look around. If Justin has family on his
father's side, that would be a good place to start."


Det. Dunham didn't look convinced. "That's the FBI's job and most
certainly outside of my jurisdiction."


"I get that, but you're also out of your jurisdiction here, too," Will
countered. "I'm merely asking that you go and look, and if you find
anything, report back to me...and the FBI if you feel so inclined."


"I have a job," she retorted, "and I can't miss any more work than I
already have."


"Clare," Will said, leaning forward and lowering his voice for emphasis
and effect, "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't certain you were the right
person for the job. Not only are you familiar with the family as a whole,
but you're familiar enough with Charlie that it can't be anyone else. If
Justin has traumatized Charlie further, and I have little doubt that he
has and more, Charlie will need a strong, authoritative, WOMAN to help
him. As much as I want to be the one who finds Charlie, I can't imagine
the boy wanting another male touching him, comforting him, and guiding
him home. It has to be you, Clare."


Son of a bitch, Dunham thought. She had seen Will once in court and knew
how effective he was, but she was still in awe with how emotionally
manipulative he could be. "Fine. I'll go."


"Excellent," Will said, pushing the envelope a little closer. "I'll
make sure to have a plane ticket waiting for you at the airport and a car
rental waiting for you in Omaha. Make sure you call me first with any
updates or if you need more money...and keep your receipts."


Detective Dunham left the office pleasantly pleased with herself. Will
was a good actor and bullshit detector; however, she had been a cop too
long to be fooled by his act and learned enough to hide her true motives.
It was true that Mark had family in Omaha and that Justin might have fled
there with Charlie, but she was far more interested in going to the
Nebraska Department of Corrections and getting a peek at Will's prison
record. Ever since she found out that Mark had been incarcerated in
Nebraska and worked for Will, she suspected that there was a much deeper
connection between the two.


However, before she could leave town, she needed to make a stop to see
the Bartons; after all, it was Charlie's eleventh birthday, and she
wanted to pay her respects.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 68***