Chapter 7 Chapter VII

In order to keep Jackson under drug control half the time and shock control half the time, Goldie kept him in the room like a prisoner.Every day, Goldie would tell Jackson that he was figuring it out, and promise to have something definitive by night.But, in fact, when he got the first useful information, it was already three days later. As the three black widows got together for breakfast, Big Cathy said, "Last night there was a crook named Morgan who came onto my property. He bragged to my girls that he was going to get a to make a fortune in the gold mines. Do you think he's one of those men you're looking for?"

Goldie became alarmed. "It's possible. What's he like?" "Looks like a liar: medium build, sharp but not outstanding. He talks about money, but you can see that this kid is stingy, quick-eyed, about forty years old. And he looks dangerous." "He's really dangerous." "Is he alone, or is there any accomplice?" "He's the leader. What are they going to do?" "He didn't. When Turner tried to get something out of him, he just kept his mouth shut, especially about his whereabouts." "Have you found out where their lair is?"

"No, he seems to realize he's talking too much." "He'll come again," Goldie said with a meaningful smile. "Yes, he seems to like the girls who hang around him." That night, Jackson finished the can of pig ears, rolls of greens, and okra pod puree that Goldie had brought him.After enjoying one more of his "evening thrills," Goldie said nonchalantly, "I heard a weird thing today. A guy who just arrived in Harlem, somewhere, found An untold gold mine." Jackson suddenly began to tremble, and sweat poured down his head and face like rain.

"A gold mine?" he exclaimed in shock. "Yes, an unknown gold mine. There are rumors on the street that they have a chest full of rough gold mines, which can prove it." His small eyes stared at Jackson. "And you have Does it matter, fool?" Jackson looked, suddenly ill, as if he had just swallowed a frog alive and now the frog was trying to jump out of his throat with all its might.He wiped the sweat off his face and looked at Goldie with sick eyes. "Listen, Goldie, the gold ore in the box doesn't belong to Imabella. The reason I didn't tell you is because she has nothing to do with the rough gold ore. As soon as they divorce, no matter when and where Damn, Imabella must return the rough gold to her husband, not less than an ounce, or he'll send her to prison. That's what she told me."

"That's the point, fool." Goldie leaned back in his chair, gazing intently at his brother. "She's got rough gold in her chest, and you've been keeping it from me, fool." "I don't want to hide it from you, I just don't want it to interfere with your thoughts. Because those rough gold mines don't belong to Imabella." Jackson danced and emphasized loudly, "Even when I was most embarrassed, I wanted to It never occurred to me to keep an ounce of it for myself." "How many, fool? ... It shouldn't be a lot, otherwise you wouldn't have no choice but to steal your boss's money after being scammed out of money by the 'explosive trick'."

"These two things have nothing to do with each other. Those rough gold mines don't belong to her at all." Jackson emphasized again, "Do you think that I will risk sending her to prison for my own benefit and go to the box?" rough gold mine?" "No, I know you wouldn't do that, fool. You're very honest. But how much gold ore is in that chest?" "Two hundred pounds and eleven ounces." Goldie whistled and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Two hundred pounds! My God! . . . You saw it, didn't you? Did you see it?"

"Of course I've seen it. I've seen it with my own eyes many times." Jackson said with a excited smile. I kept it a secret." Goldie sat stunned, staring straight at his brother, as if unable to move. "What does it look like, fool?" Goldie asked sharply. "It looks like gold. What else do you think it could look like?" "Can you see the pure gold contained within?" "I can assure you, I can see it," Jackson said triumphantly. "It's pure gold embedded in rocky gold deposits." "What type of gold deposit? Thin or thick?"

"Thick. What do you want to do? There's as much gold as stone." "Can those crude gold mines extract about a hundred pounds of pure gold, is there that much?" "Probably that much." "One hundred pounds of pure gold." Goldie blew on his gold cross, and began to polish it beautifully. "Fool, listen to me," Goldie said excitedly, "if those gold ores are real guys who can extract real gold, your girl will be in real trouble. Unless she's with them, Help them lie to you. There are only two possibilities." "I told you they took her hostage. I've been telling you that all along," Jackson said angrily. "If that box wasn't filled with real gold, why would she take it with her?" With such a heavy suitcase full of broken ore?"

"I don't think so. I just ask you, can you be sure that those rough gold mines are real guys?" "I'm sure." Jackson said seriously. "It's real gold ore, as pure as it was just dug out of the ground. That's why we're worried about it." "Okay, I see." Goldie knew what his brother was doing, and being, a man of integrity, though not so clever.And, even an idiot can tell the difference between real gold and fake gold. "Do you know where you can get a pistol?" Jackson asked suddenly. Goldie's expression froze. "A pistol? What do you want a gun for?"

"I'm going out to get my woman and the gold ore she brought. I can't just sit here and wait." "Listen, bro. Those guys are on a warrant for killing a white man in Mississippi. They're dangerous. You're killing yourself with a pistol. What do you do to your woman if you die What are the benefits?" "I'm not going to fight them fairly," Jackson said savagely. "Hey man, you're crazy. You don't even know where to find them." "If I searched every hole in Harlem, I'd be sure to find them." "Man, Saint Peter can't figure out where every hole in Harlem is. I think even mice that live in holes can get lost. Maybe they will find themselves if they look around a bit. Has fallen into an eel pit."

"I'm going to rob some people, rob some money, and hire some people to help." "Relax, fool. I'm going to find them for you," Goldie urged his brother seriously. "Where's your religion? Where's your faith? The time to fight back is almost here. ,my brother." Jackson wiped his red eyes with his dirty handkerchief. "Better get there soon," he said.