Ace Atkins - Dirty South

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What would you do if you only had twenty four hours to save the life of a friend?
Searching for lost souls and solving problems was never Nick Travers’s intention when he started doing favors for his buddies. A former football player who sometimes teaches blues history at Tulane, Nick would rather just watch the Louisiana rain and listen to old Muddy Waters records.
But when music mogul Teddy Paris, a former team-mate from the New Orleans Saints, visits Nick and asks him to help find $700,000 taken from a rap prodigy, Nick can’t turn down his friend. The missing money will pay a bounty on Paris’s head that was set by a cross-town rival, a street-hard thug named Cash.
Nick soon finds himself lost in the world of Gucci-lined Bentleys and endless bottles of Cristal champagne. He sets out with fifteen-year-old rap star, ALIAS, seeking a team of grifters that conned the kid. But uncertainty, the constant threat of violence, and a phantom grave robber haunt their search. When a killer hits too close, Nick takes ALIAS with him to the Mississippi Delta, where he comes under the protection and guidance of Nick’s mentor, blues legend JoJo Jackson, and his wife, Loretta.
Soon Nick, JoJo, and another old-school Delta tough guy do battle in the Dirty South rap world where money, sex, and murder threaten to take down Paris’s empire and destroy ALIAS. As cultures clash, the story winds its way through the infamous Calliope housing projects, the newly built mansions of New Orleans’s lake-front, and ultimately to the brackish muck of the Bayou Savage.
Dirty South is a thrilling tale of friendship, betrayal, revenge, and trust from a fresh and hip new voice. Take a ride to the other side of New Orleans, away from the neon gloss of Bourbon Street, to see what the dirty south is all about.

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“I need you to run a name.”

“Can you leave it and come back later? I’m swamped.”

“I don’t need you to dig around in those old clips,” I said. “It would be recent.”

She turned around, gave a small grunt, and typed away. “Name?”

“Trey Brill.”

“You know you could’ve probably gotten this off the Internet?”

“What’s that?”

I stood watching the screen over her shoulder. Five hits. “Football player?” she asked. “Wait. Sports agent?”

“Yeah.”

She clicked more.

I also asked for her to run the name I’d gotten from Teddy’s secretary, Robert McClendon Brill III.

Twenty seconds later, the printer hummed to life and she handed me a couple of hot sheets of paper.

“Sick,” she said.

METAIRIE – A college student charged with the rape of a Chalmette teen made his first appearance in court Monday.

Christian Chase, 18, a freshman at LSU, pled not guilty to four counts of sexual battery. The charges stem from a March 5 arrest when a 16-year-old girl from Chalmette accused Chase and another young man of finding her passed out at a Bourbon Street bar and taking her to Chase’s family home in Metairie.

The girl – not identified because she is a minor – told deputies the boys fondled and performed sex acts on her with foreign objects before dropping her in a Dumpster behind a nearby shopping mall. The girl’s face and body had been covered in lewd words and pictures written in permanent marker. The girl’s family has filed a civil suit against Cherries, the bar where police say the girl passed out.

Last week, prosecutors dropped charges against Robert McClendon Brill, 18, a freshman at Vanderbilt University, who deputies say was with Chase that night.

“It’s him,” I said, shaking my head.

“You might want to make sure,” she said.

“When did this run?”

“Ninety.”

“It’s him,” I said. “He’s about thirty.”

“Let me run an AutoTrak on him to make sure,” she said. “Can you give me some connections?”

I told her about Brill & Associates in the CBD and his connection to Ninth Ward.

While I waited, I flipped back to the first story that ran on the arrest a few months earlier in 1990. About how Brill’s father was a local attorney and member of one of New Orleans’s big Krewes and Chase’s father owned one of the city’s biggest construction companies. Members of the Metairie Country Club. The boys had attended Metairie Country Day School and had academic scholarship rides. Both had been all-stars on the private school’s soccer team.

“You’re right; it’s him,” Alyce yelled to me from her fishtank office. “Same address in Metairie. God, that’s evil.”

I wondered how Christian Chase felt about being left to hang for what happened to this girl. I wondered how much he knew about Trey Brill now.

“You know the guy who covered this?”

Alyce looked over my shoulder at the byline and smiled. “Of course.”

“Still around?”

43

TWO HOURS LATER, I sat in the Hummingbird Diner having a late breakfast with a seventy-year-old reporter named Orval Jackson. Apparently the paper had tried to force him into retirement a few years ago by taking his longtime beat. But as a man who’d started covering news when he was sixteen in Kansas and continued with decades at the UPI, he didn’t let a bunch of management assholes tell him what to do. He told me a little about covering the Kennedy White House with Helen Thomas and some about the early days of NASA in the sixties before we got to his stories on Trey Brill and Christian Chase.

“So you remember them?”

“I wish I could forget those two arrogant little pricks.”

“How did Brill get off?”

“His rich daddy.”

Orval had a full head of white hair and clear blue eyes. He wore a short-sleeved blue dress shirt hard pressed and a red tie printed with tiny Tabasco logos. A white Panama hat lay by his elbow where he kept his coffee.

He glanced around the old diner.

“You eat here much?” he asked.

“It’s a block from my warehouse.”

“Hope you have all your shots.”

The Hummingbird was a combination flophouse and diner where you could still get a room for twenty bucks a night. Orange vinyl booths, brown paneled walls, a big board painted with breakfast specials available twenty-four hours a day, 365 days a year. Outside, a red neon sign blinked the word HOTEL. Two homeless men fought outside over a stuffed rabbit and a half-eaten cheese-burger.

We ordered eggs, bacon, and toast. The waitress, a woman I knew named Jennie, plunked down a pot of coffee as a streetcar passed by the windows and shook the glass.

I smoked a cigarette, trying to blow the smoke away from Orval, while we waited for our food.

“Brill just called Daddy from jail,” Orval said. “His father had this lawyer from Baton Rouge named Newcomb swoop in, make a few calls. The boy only spent maybe two minutes in front of a judge before the case was dropped.”

“And Christian Chase?”

“You ever heard of Booker Chase?”

“No.”

“He started his construction company when he was nineteen with one dump truck,” Orval said. “Now most of the new building going on in New Orleans has his name attached. He grew up in the Irish Channel. Scrapped for everything he owned. He expects his kids to hold their water.”

“Didn’t make that call,” I said, stubbing out the cigarette as the plates were laid on the table. I cut into some eggs.

“No, sir,” he said. “Kid got six long years in Angola.”

“Where’s he now?”

“I heard he’s working for his father,” he said. “Booker has the boy driving a dump truck, just like he had to. He’s got an office over in Old Metairie, not far from the country club.”

“Think he’ll talk to me?”

Orval shrugged, buttering his toast and taking a bite. “What’s going on with these kids now?”

“Brill works for a friend of mine,” I said. “His brother was just killed.”

“What’s his name?”

“Teddy Paris.”

“Football player, right?”

I nodded.

“I read about that,” Orval said. “Sounds like his brother was a thug.”

“Yeah, I read that too. The reporter called him a gangster rapper. This kid was a music producer. I’d known him since he was fourteen.”

“Good kid?”

“I liked him a lot,” I said. “He was always respectful and smart. One of those kids wise beyond their age.”

Orval looked at me, still sizing me up, but so good at it that it didn’t show much.

“You work for Teddy Paris?”

“Kind of.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I sometimes research stuff for friends,” I said. “It’s what I do at Tulane and sometimes people hire me for favors.”

“What’s that pay?”

“Teddy bought me a bar in the Quarter.”

Orval nodded. “Maybe I can do something like that when I retire,” he said, taking a bite of toast. “Don’t want to sit on my ass and learn how to drool.”

We ate for a while and I thought about finding Christian.

Orval pulled a business card out of his shirt pocket and wrote a few notes on the back. “This is a Belgian beer I’ve been trying to find for ten years. It’s brewed by monks and called Orval, spelled the same way. Can you ask your distributor about it?”

“When I get the bar up and running, I will.”

“When will that be?”

I shrugged.

I looked outside and noticed the sun was gone. Rain began to splat the hoods of Yellow and United cabs parked along St. Charles. The hammering of the hoods grew more intense and I sank into my seat. I knew I’d be soaked all day.

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