Too Beautiful to Die by Glenville Lovell

Author:Glenville Lovell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group

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NOAH PLANTIER WAS a man of uncanny self-control, a true friend, blessed with great patience and integrity. Once he was paid $200,000 to write a movie script about drug dealers and cops. When he turned over the script, the producer told him the black people sounded too intelligent and asked Noah to fix it so they sounded more street. Noah tore up the script and returned the money.

He’d spent many years as a cop before retiring to study theater and film, going on to get a Ph.D. During that time he began researching his roots. He discovered that his great-great-grandfather had come from Haiti and that somewhere in the process of assimilation the original family name of Plantier had been changed to Planter. Noah promptly contacted a lawyer and had his last name changed to Plantier.

It was at Noah’s suggestion that I started taking courses at City College when I left the NYPD. I took one of Noah’s playwriting courses and enjoyed it so much I considered enrolling full-time. Then Anais and I began our descent into marriage hell and I changed my mind.

Anais, with wide eyes always bright with optimism, was raised to expect riches from the world. And that is what I tried to give her until I got shot. The anger I felt never abated. It was as real as a cobra slithering up my back. I grew fat on its venom and poisoned our marriage with my daily tirades at the Mayor, the Commissioner and the press. Therapy didn’t help. It was like getting my dick sucked by a piranha. Not that I was ever really predisposed to the idea, but I tried. I told the doctor about the recurring bad dream I had about killing some member of my family in an accident and that some days I felt like picking up a gun and going down to One Police Plaza and taking everybody out. She wanted to put me on Zoloft. I refused to go back. Hell, everybody has bad dreams. That didn’t make me psychotic. Anais and I would argue about it for hours, and when we got tired of fighting, we would make love. It was a crazy marriage.

Anais did her best to brave the storm, but I refused to come in from the cold. Revenge was my goal; my marriage be damned. I was so upset that Detective Pagano got such little time, I went out and got drunk the day he was sentenced. What else happened that night, I don’t remember. Anais was gone when I woke up the next morning. She’d left a cryptic note: Gone to be a movie star.

Shortly after that Noah separated me from my guns. I told him about a dream I had in which I’d shot myself accidentally in the head. He asked me if I’d ever thought about shooting myself. The answer was yes. After Anais left. He drove to my house that day and took my guns.

A month later I took off to find my father.

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