Rosario has not had an easy life. Orphaned at fifteen when his diplomat parents are assassinated in Algeria, Rosario is forced into manhood and eventually becomes a doctor. Not wishing to follow a traditional career path, he applies to most elite division of the legion-the airborne corps-not realizing that his decision is about to lead him down a dangerous path. He must now kill to save himself from being killed. Now Rosario has traveled from France to Jackson, Mississippi, ready to embark on a new adventure. In search of a good woman to marry, Rosario intends to hike the Natchez Trace to Louisiana, where he hopes to settle down and start a family. Instead, as he walks along the side of the road on his second morning in Mississippi, he is approached by two policemen who insist he is guilty of a triple murder. Unable to provide an alibi, Rosario is thrown in jail for a crime he never committed. In this riveting thriller set in the sweltering South, a man wrongly accused of murder must exact a plan to find a serial killer before he strikes again.
ROSARIO'S GETTING OUT
It's Payback TimeBy STEPHEN SCHNITZERiUniverse, Inc.
Copyright © 2012 Stephen Schnitzer
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4697-8290-4Chapter One
Le Petite Monsieur
The little man was just that: little. But he was manlike even as a child. He spent most of his social time in the company of adults, speaking freely with them as they replied to him. Age was not a factor—thought and intelligence were the medium of exchange. By eight, Rosario could hold his own, giving his opinions freely and replying to those of his elders, whether they were relatives or not.
His father and mother married late. His father was forty and his mother thirty-five. His parents were of mixed nationality, but both were ethnic Jews. His mother was American born, and she grew up on Long Island in the elegant section of Kings Point on the water, scant blocks from the Coast Guard Academy. Her father had been a prosperous developer who built custom-made villas for successful New York businessmen and professionals who flocked yearlong from the city for extended weekends of relative peace.
His father's family was expatriated German and Jewish. The family left the comfort of Berlin after Kristallnacht and Hitler's then recent ascent to chancellor. They had thought that France was far enough away, and their son, Rosario's father, was born in early 1943 at the height of the war. Almost immediately thereafter, the French Jews were rounded up en masse, and Rosario's father was placed to be raised as the putative child of Catholic antique dealers. His parents were denounced and carted off. Both died en route, robbing the gas chamber of its claims on them. The young Rosario heard the story only once from his father. It did not come up again. It was not a topic of discussion within the small family of three.
After the war years, the French had a change of heart regarding Jews and inspired them to join government service, preferring to trust them over more native Frenchmen who had earlier dallied with the Nazi's, becoming their partisans. They also accepted that Jews were somehow inherently smarter and more suited to matters of discipline and intelligence services.
After completing his schooling, Rosario's father was sought out by the Suretee. He enlisted and trained in general police matters. When he obviously excelled in his studies and became noted for being just plain smart, he was routed into the intelligence division and designated for foreign service. In this manner, he developed his career and was assigned to embassies and delegations in Europe and finally in the United States to the French delegation to the United Nations. It was on this assignment in New York City that he met and later married Rosario's mother with whom he returned to France, having been promoted both in rank and in a management position within the secret service of France.
The only condition his mother had placed on their marriage was that, from the age of three on, their young boy would spend summers stateside with her parents, who doted on him as their only grandchild. The boy came along a few years later. The French school recess was shorter than that in the United States, which allowed the boy almost three months of vacation annually. During these trips, he perfected his English, learning to think in the language and speak it like a native without an accent as he spoke French when at home. His maternal grandfather was an avid outdoorsman who took the boy to hunt and fish for weeks at a time, camping out in Maine and western Massachusetts. They hiked the summer woods and climbed the taller mountains, like Greylock. When the boy got older, they climbed in the Rockies and the Grand Canyon. Rosario learned to love the outdoors and enjoy the confidence of a woodsman, moving freely in the outdoors, understanding the nature of plants and animals. Early on, he learned the woodsman's tricks and the rules of wilderness survival. These lessons never left him.
By the age of ten, the boy was becoming the French equivalent of an army brat, moving time and time again with his parents to yet another foreign posting. His father spent long hours at work with executive duties, and his mother had little to do with a lot of help. Her burdens became charity work and the entertaining of other French families that were similarly posted. To avoid more upheaval, Rosario's parents agreed that he should have stability with a regular school environment without constant schooling disruptions from the threefold or more yearly relocations. He was placed in a Swiss boarding school within the Zurich Canton. He was educated in French, Swiss, and English and learned to read and study in all three.
Even as a younger man, Rosario perfected the art of reading, in part because there were few family adventures because his parents remained constantly busy with their own affairs, which made him somewhat feral. The boy loved to read, learn, and experience, even if vicariously, the events and places that rose out of the turned page. These lessons in life stretched his insight and exercised his mind.
His European school experiences also stressed travel and physical capacity. The boy learned to climb the Alps, to ski, and to hike and travel in the woods alone as he had in earlier days with his grandfather. He did not compete with others so much as with himself in developing his skills of self-reliance and his physical ability, dovetailing them with his already accomplished mental development. In this manner, he was strengthened to weather tragedy.
When he was fifteen, his parents were reposted by the ministry to Algeria, once a favored son of France. Now it had deteriorated into an unruly child, broken by subversive terrorist activities of rebels, dissidents, and separatists. His father had been so assigned because he was credited with being a minor hero in Algeria, which favored almost no white Frenchmen at the time.
Due to his repeated postings and constant concern for the security of government members developed through his intelligence work, he studied protection needs and defects both obvious and subtle. He reached a simple conclusion. During a terrorist event it was difficult in the heat of the moment to tell a friend from a foe, especially when the enemy was wearing your garb. You ended up disoriented, shooting both friend and foe alike, helping to flame the overall disruption the enemy desired.
The Algerians were an elegant and distinguished people, including visually. Obviously, they spoke the king's French. Many were born soldiers, in great physical shape, and nearly as tall as Maasai warriors. Like Jews, one Algerian knew another across a crowded room. Thus, the solution his father divined was simple and easily adopted throughout France in its government facilities. As early as the 1980s, he installed Gurka-like Algerians who were fully trained in antiterrorism as the official palace guard and in all government buildings. They lived together, ate together, bunked together, and protected together. In the few instances when there was trouble, they did not kill each other but rather operated effectively as a trained military unit. His father's trust of these Algerian soldiers and the ability of well over several thousand native families to prosper and achieve while they were in the military made him popular when he was assigned to North Africa.
It also made him a terrorist target. He and his wife were assassinated in Algiers while returning late at night from a diplomatic consular affair. They were blown apart in their armored vehicle by light rocket fire, just like Simoza was in Latin America months before.
The headmaster told Rosario early the next morning when he was notified by the Suretee. He asked the boy if he wanted to return home, telling him plainly that the nature of the crime was such that there was little or nothing remaining of his parents to be respectfully buried.
He declined, electing instead to complete his studies uninterrupted for the year. His mother's parents were now also departed, and there was no other family for him to draw upon. It was time to stand fully on his own two feet, alone, and move forward for his own sake. He had already been raised to do so and now was the beginning of his self-responsibility. He felt more than ready and stood certainly able and willing to go it alone. Rosario had been a young boy long enough; manhood emerged.
Chapter Two
The Man-Child Comes of Age
The boy moved on with life without remorse. No other choices existed for safe harbor to comfort him. He stuck to his studies, his outdoor routines, and mostly kept to himself. He sailed easily through the last three years of school in two years and went to college at the Sorbonne for premedicine. After continued accelerated studies, he completed college and medical school by twenty-five. By age twenty-seven, he completed a medical residency in surgery and trauma with an emergency room background. Now he was ready to join society to apply his medical skills.
Rosario had no need to garner money and no desire to apply his skills simply to earn a living for one day after the next. Moreover, his solitary and feral nature mandated that he depart from the course of those he had seen before him leaving for private practice. He wanted something different and fuller.
His grandparents had left his mother well-heeled with more ten million dollars, which yielded well over a million dollars a year after taxes with the investments of her trust; he could hardly spend that. Except to smooth the way, he had no real use for the money, and it just kept accumulating.
His needs were simple, and he lived without any real expenses. His luxuries were zero. He drove a modest red Morris Mini minor convertible and lived in rented rooms on Rue Street near the Postal Bar across from the vast main post office complex.
His only real expense was women, but not in the traditional manner. As a younger man with money, even in boarding school in Zurich, he had shown no interest in school girls. He had been advanced for years in dealing with adults, and teenagers held no interest for him. He enjoyed adult women, and they were to be found freely within the society of fallen women. He took his pleasures and comforts there and changed not at all when he became a young doctor. He had no interest in courting or marrying well. No one was present to introduce him into the elite circles of debutantes. He resisted any need to develop such beneficial relationships, even when offered a casual opportunity by one of his classmates or professors suggesting their own family members or friends. Simply put, he preferred the company of whores and found them much more attractive. It was a lottery he could well afford and did. In many ways, he found them more honest than the women of his age who were husband-gathering or trading up after already being married.
Likewise, since he had never lost his thirst for revenge for his parents' murders, he wished no emotional attachments to hold him back. Revenge remained a subcurrent of his development, but it was difficult to reconcile with his pledge to save lives rather than to take them. Nevertheless, he did not want to become adjusted to circumstances that would altogether destroy his murderous revenge fantasies by conventional marriage, fatherhood, and a staid professional lifestyle. That left him few practical choices as to his life course.
His need for action and his unconventional behavior limited his career path, especially in France. They narrowed his field of selection. They did not, however, defeat his goal of overall freedom while practicing his art of medicine. Rather, they strengthened his ultimate decision to practice medicine within the ranks of the French Foreign Legion. He entered the legion at the accelerated rank of captain and practiced his healing within the corps, getting posted to various legion military bases throughout France, its territories, and established posts.
The French Foreign Legion he knew was no picnic. It was rough living with long hours in difficult circumstances, often in makeshift hospitals and surgeries. The nurses were enlisted men and so were virtually all patients. Officers usually returned to France for private civil medical care. Thus, his patients were the rough-and-ready young enlisted men of suspicious but forgiven background. No one asked about their pasts; it was not a topic for discussion. Given his own private feelings, he fit readily with their membership and enjoyed its camaraderie, socializing at will with officers and enlisted men alike.
Many enlisted men were accomplished murderers and criminals of every sort but with all sins forgiven and one step into a new, protected identity. That applied to him too. His prints were expunged in France, even within the medical society records, and he was provided with a new identity, finally being named Rosario. It was a new beginning with a strange name for an orphaned Jewish boy. Yet the identity fit him, and soon, he grew into it.
The lower ranks of the legion were populated by hard men. He treated as many knife and gun wounds from brawls as he did wounds from actual military adventures. He quickly observed that, after the first two years of an initial six-year enlistment, 90 percent of the men had lost a quarter or more of their teeth from infighting and had incurred repeated knife wounds and broken bones. By the end of the first tour, most were badly scarred and had few teeth. None failed to suffer some type of permanent injury.
This was the group of men he came to enjoy and with whom he prospered in his own relationships. To say they were bonded was a gross denial of the full strength of their esprit de corps. As a group, they merged into one unit—"One for all, and all for one! Mess with one dog, and the pack would be on you. These hard men became friends forever. He needed only to summon them. There were no holds barred.
Few comrades sought to brawl with him. He was revered by his fellow troopers, and they needed him to heal them too regularly to risk his enmity. In his own way, he became a shining star. He would do anything to help these men survive, and they did the same for him. It was a mutual bank account to be drawn upon or repaid at any time or in any place. It would be soon enough that he would draw upon it as he walked the Natchez Trace, bound for Louisiana during his sabbatical following the end of his first enlistment before starting his next with Major Oakleafs.
Virtually every army in the world kept its medics, doctors, and nurses from active military action. They were not trained for military action, rather they were just there to heal. Not so in the legion. The doctors, including Rosario, were fully trained, and their deployment included active military duty with full assault and weapons training. They were also involved in the killing process. For Rosario, there was no problem reconciling his medicine with the need to be an effective soldier. It was consistent with his desire for revenge. In his first tour of duty, he was involved in at least six firefights from Anguilla to Sudan. He had killed rather than be killed.
In further development of his military skills, Rosario applied for service in the most elite division of the legion: the airborne corps. That corps was for their best and brightest. He learned to jump, gun in hand, and joined the elite legion delta forces, ready to kill or heal as the case might be. He had earned his jump wings and the camaraderie of the men he jumped with and served. By tour's end, he had nine assault jumps under his belt and at least four verified kills. He had saved dozens of lives and had never been wounded or injured jumping so far.
Chapter Three
The Arrest
The Mississippi sun rises early in Southern autumn. By five thirty a.m., it was knocking at Rosario's eyelids, forcing him awake and banning any further sleep. The birds had long since been up.
He was living rough with no shower or shave. It was simply "up and at 'em," "rise and shine." He would pack his blanket, drink his cold takeaway coffee from last night, and then be on down the road. After years of cutting and sewing legionnaires at all times of the night, his body had adjusted to irregular meals and routines of work and rest. It kept him active, alert, and on his toes. His mind had learned to come awake quickly from a dead start, and that day was no exception. Before he was fully erect, he was wide awake and aware of his environment.
He drank the cold, strong coffee down and awaited its jolt of energy. His studies in medicine had taught him that it would take a good quarter of an hour for the caffeine to jolt him, but physically he thought it there already with anticipation. It had a placebo effect on him, bringing him around as though the effect was already fully on him. He enjoyed the slightly stale, cold, strong taste of the leftover brew. It was what he was used to from the barracks at home in France along with the smell and company of hard men, his own manner of friends.
(Continues...)
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