“Was?” Dontae’ questioned.
“Yea. That motherfucker quit. Cleaned out his locker and pretty much vanished.”
“Oh. We need to find out where he lives and pay him a visit.” Dontae’ suggested.
“Yea. We need to do that-“
He hears a “clicking” sound in her background. “-What was that?”
“Ah? What?” She said innocently enough.
“I just saw a man watching my house, so I’m pretty sure they are watching you too.” Dontae’, still on the phone, informed her.
She goes a bit further into the computer’s history. She pulls up his email and notices he saved his passwords in chrome. “amateur,” she smirks to herself. There’s nothing but junk mail in the inbox. She wonders for a moment why a grown man has spam for pantyhose but didn’t judge. As she scrolls, she notices an unusual address; “[email protected],” with the subject “Lotus” dated for today. She opens it and starts to read.
“Neglect is visceral and opposition bequeaths bickering shame upon master’s high. De Pro offerre existence belated fallacy es unfeigned devotion to his liege.” “8393 Plymouth Rd, Zebulon, GA 30295”
She realizes that it’s the same address as the picture she had just taken. Jessi’s attention is drawn away when she hears a car pull into the driveway. Hold on.” she urges Dontae’ with a whisper.
She slowly walks to the window and peeks out the side of the curtain. She could see two men sitting in a brown, older model car looking towards the house.Another noise draws her attention towards the closet.
She places the phone into her pocket and pulls her sidearm. She slowly walks to the closet, being careful not to make the wooden floorboards squeak. Taking a deep breath, she pulls open a closet door. A man falls on top of her, knocking the five-seven, one hundred-twenty-pound young woman on the floor. She struggles, punching the man as she manages to get her feet under his belly and, with the squat lifting power of leg day, throws the doll across the room. Now laying on her back and breathing hard, she realizes that it was just a heavy ass mannequin. She holsters her gun and rolls over, and looks at the thing. It was the goddamn fake Rochelle that looked nothing like a real body and the same doll from the evidence pictures.
Suddenly, BANG, BANG, BANG, rang from the front door. It was the two guys trying to get into the house. She stood to her feet and darted towards the back door. She could hear the crashing of the front door where the guys apparently got tired of knocking and kicked it in. Out the back she went tripping and falling on a step that was steeper than it seemed. She ran for a fence and jumped over. She landed on her ass. She was safe, at least she thought. She opens her eyes to a large rottweiler, staring her down about ten feet in the distance. The dog’s fangs fiercely protruded from under his lips, and he let out a vicious growl followed by a monstrous bark. The dog charged. Fuck, this was it. She either had to shoot the dog or suffer major face lacerations. The dog wasn’t going to stop. She pulled her gun. It was now or never. With a stroke of luck, the dog’s chain was eight feet stopping the mean mutt just before he could rip her face to shreds.
Jess looked at the dog as he barked and growled and seemed very upset that he couldn’t maul her to death. She took a second to catch her bearings, stood up, and walked towards the fence’s gate, putting her gun back.
“You thought you were going to bite this nice Jamaican ass, didn’t you? She said as she brushed the dust off her pants. “Uh uh, not today Cujo. Black girls rock motherfucker.” She stated matter of factly. The dog just stared, no longer detecting any fear; he was now calm. She walks out of the gate. She peeked around the corner to see if she could get a view of the guys but noticing they were still inside. She decided to slip into her car and take off. Once in her car and at a safe distance, she pulled the phone from her pocket.
“Jessi, what the hell is going on” Dontae’ asked.
“Nothing I can’t handle. I think I have a lead on Vasquez. I’m headed your way.”
“Ok.”
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Jessi arrived at Dontae’s door and gave two solid knocks. He opened the door. To her surprise, he was wearing grey sweatpants, socks, and sandals, with no shirt. This was her first time seeing him out of uniform. She tried to redirect her eyes, but they kept pinpointing on his massive well-defined chest. His tattoos were plentiful but amazing, nevertheless. She knew that Dontae’ was attractive, but damn. He invited her in and directed her to the living room couch as he heads to the kitchen. “I was just about to have some cake. You want some?”
“Now, you know I want cake.” She snarked.
He gets the food and goes over and sits beside Jessi. He looks down at her shoes, noticing dried mud.
“You know that was stupid.” He explained as he took a bite of the chocolate cake.
“Don’t worry. I got this.” Jessi boosted as she did the same.
“We gotta communicate better. I would have gone with you.” Dontae’ offered
“I tried to catch him before he skipped town.”
“So, what happened over there?” He asks.
“Three men came in while I was investigating.” She had now stuffed an enormous bite of the cake in her mouth and was barely able to get the words out but continued to conversate with her mouth full. “I kicked their asses tho.”
Dontae looked at her with a suspicious smirk. He knew Jessi liked to exaggerate.
“Okay. Maybe there were two men that didn’t actually see me, and I ran out the back and then almost got ate by a dog.
