Chapter 103

Cranswick Greeno got his mandate the following morning. The Lee’s had selected him, no doubt, because he lived in Montreal, as opposed to Grenada where St. Clair was spending his winter. And no doubt, also because Wid Missions Junior was missing, presumed dead.
Cranswick was on the patio at his condo reading the Saturday Toronto Star when he got a call from a Lee family drone, possibly the black guy, Glen Frederick. The voice said “check your messages,” and hung up.
Cranswick walked up St. Denis to Ideal Dope, an Internet café.
It was a nice, sunny day, a perfect time for a walk. He had the Internet at home, but felt it was risky to use his own connection. You never knew what the RCMP were capable of these days.
He booked an hour on a computer upstairs and surfed a little, before landing on the Gypsies Motorcycle Club, Long Beach, California chapter website.
Long Beach chapter had one of the largest guestbooks of all Gypsy chapters in the world, for some reason. Alan Lee used it to send coded instructions to Diddler Division.
He opened the online guestbook page and scanned through hundreds of messages put up today, mostly from wannabe’s saying how much they respected what the Gypsies stood for, and crap like that. Live free or die!
Then he saw it:
The message meant for him.
It read:

“GOLER, you fat fuck. Where are you? I need you to do your thing for me. Only you can satisfy mee. Bring the ice cream. ASAFP. Big Money!~ your neighbourhood DF.”
Cranswick copied down the posting word for word.
The misspelling of ‘mee’ and ‘DF’ meant it was a job for ‘Dogfucker’ Dee Lee, Alan Lee’s eldest son. ‘Ice cream’ meant human jism, frozen in liquid nitrogen, which would likely arrive by courier later in the day, to Cranswick’s condo.
‘Goler’ was codename that could signify either Cranswick or St. Clair, both South Mountain boys, like the incestuous Goler family, but the addition of ‘fat fuck,’ narrowed the message down further, to specify Cranwick.
‘Your neighbourhood,’ meant Montreal, where Cranswick lived, which meant time was of the essence.
He walked home to wait for the jism to arrive, and started making his usual arrangements.
He would need a young child, to borrow. He called his friend at the foster home network