pulled back her hands. “Then that settles it,” William said, crossing his arms. “We’re going to the police.”
Chapter 26
Ming kissed her husband, grabbed some toast and a cup of coffee, and then raced out of the house. In her car, she dialed Tyrese and spilled the beans before he finished saying hello.
“Surveillance duty. You have to be kidding me?” Tyrese laughed.
“Afraid not.” She shifted gears and adjusted her cell phone simultaneously. “We need proof that Andrews is masquerading as Josephine. After our visit yesterday, she’s probably going to try to leave town. With Josephine’s money it won’t be too hard to do.” “Maybe you shouldn’t have exposed your hand,” he admonished. “I always said that women shouldn’t play poker.” “No one likes a Monday morning quarterback,” she retorted. “I need you on her tail to make sure she doesn’t skip out.” “And what will you be working on while I’m doing all the grunt work?” “A little entrapment project.” “Hey, hey. Careful with the E word,” he warned. “The lines on these things aren’t exactly secure, you know.” “Good point.” Ming chuckled. “I have a few places I need to hit: Turner’s residence and Keystone.” “Keystone again?” “We need fingerprints,” she said. “Did I miss something?” Realizing she’d left out vital information, she laughed again, and then filled Tyrese in on her clever plan.
# “The police?” Josie repeated, slowly thawing off her stiff movements. “Today?” William nodded. “I don’t see where we have a choice. If Michelle is behind three murders…” “Three?”
“Well, possibly three. Dr. Bancroft mentioned to me that the police wanted to question you…well, Michelle, regarding her boyfriend’s homicide. I’m only guessing, here. But I don’t think it’s too far out the realm of possibility.” Josie swallowed her surprise. “The police?” “Yeah, but I don’t know any details.” She fought a wave of panic. “Won’t you get into a lot of trouble if we go to the authorities?”
“Initially...but I didn’t
“What if she can? We have to have concrete proof, or they’re going to think I’ve just pulled some con job on you. And then you’ll be locked up for kidnapping, and I’ll be headed back to Keystone in a straight jacket. “C’mon, Josie. That’s just crazy talk. We both know who you are.” “Then why weren’t you able to convince that Dr. Bancroft?” William stalled.
“I’ll tell you why. It’s because you had no proof. And you still don’t.” She drew a deep breath and moved closer to him. “I’m just asking that we wait until we can get hold of my medical records. That’s all.” She held his gaze, while he struggled with his decision. Josie turned to reclaim her coffee but was disturbed by the visible tremor in her hand. “Are you okay?” he asked. She lowered the cup again and flashed him a weak smile. “I’m fine.” William glanced at his watch. “It’s past time for your shot. I should go upstairs and get it.” She cringed at the thought of another injection. “How much longer will I have to take that stuff?”
While he crossed his arms and thought it over, Josie had no trouble picturing him in a white, doctor’s coat with a stethoscope around his neck.
“Given the amount of drugs everyone had pumped into your system, I’m guessing anywhere from thirty to sixty days,” he said.
“That’s a lot of shots.”
He shrugged. You could try going cold turkey; but I have to warn you, the convulsions, nausea, and migraines are usually severe. What you’ve experienced the last couple of days will seem like a trip to Disneyland compared to going cold turkey.” Josie’s eyes widened. “If you’re going to put it like that, then I’ll take the shots.” “Good. I’ll go upstairs…” “I’ll get it.” Her smile trembled at the corners. “You write down the address for this place so I can call my doctors again.” William nodded. “All right.”
She flattered him with a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back.” With that, she turned, and strolled out of the kitchen. Once she was out of William’s line of vision, she dropped her calm facade and leaned warily against the staircase’s wooden rail. She had to do something fast. There was no way she was turning herself into the police.
#
“I need a forged passport,” Michelle informed her longtime buddy, D’Angelo. She moved farther into the cramped apartment and slid a hand lightly down his corded chest muscles. He chuckled and blew a steady stream of cigar smoke into the air. “Is that all?” “I’ll make it worth your wild.” She pressed a kiss against his dark chocolate skin. “Like old times.” He fixed her with a hard glare. “Sort of how you did for old Danny boy?” Michelle dropped her hand. “Danny was greedy.”
“Never met a thief that wasn’t.” He looped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “That includes you, my beautiful pet.”
Her back grew stiff. “I assure you, I’m no man’s pet.”
“Is that right?” D’Angelo slid his free hand boldly down her back, cupped her firm butt, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Maybe I can change all of that.” His eyes roamed over her best assets. “What can you offer for this passport?”
A smile returned to her tight lips. “Whatever you have in mind.”
D’Angelo returned the cigar to his mouth and pinched one of her breasts through her navy chenille sweater. “You can always take the girl out of the ghetto, but you can’t take the ghetto out the girl, huh?”
Michelle wrinkled her nose at him but held on to her smile. “Whatever you say, baby.”
Their eyes locked and performed a seductive dance that blurred the line of who was conning whom.
Finally, D’Angelo shook his head and gave her a gruff laugh. “I have to be out of my mind to still be screwing around with you. Especially since your last two exes are six-feet under. How about we talk cash?” She relaxed her smile and pried his hand from her butt. “How much?” “Well, you know these things aren’t easy to get.” Annoyed, Michelle brushed off the front of her sweater. “Just throw out a figure.”
He walked away from her and plopped down on a cheap leather couch. “Let’s go over your tab. I got my boys to help you dump Danny’s body.” “Yeah, God forbid they actually toss him in the woods or something. They planted him in a public park.” “What do you care? We got him out of that pool, didn’t we?” Michelle held her tongue. What was the point in arguing with him? “By the way, how did you get rid of your beloved Dr. Turner? Of course, I never knew what you saw in that white dude, no-how.” Her eyes narrowed as she straightened her shoulders. “I never told you my history with Ambrose.”
D’Angelo blew her a kiss. “There’s a lot I know about you.” He winked. “And get it out of your head that you can take me out. I’m no punk.”
Tension replaced the air in the room as Michelle sized up her old friend. In the end, she decided they knew an equal amount of dirt on each other. Plus, she needed him. “How much?” she asked again. “A hundred Gs and a piece of that sweet ass you promised me.” “What?” “I think it’s a bargain.” Given the circumstances, Michelle realized that she didn’t have room or time to negotiate. “How soon can you get the passport?” “After I get a photo maybe I can swing something in, say, forty-eight hours?” She thought about it. “I’ll need it under the name of Josephine Ferrell.” He frowned. “Don’t ask. How much more for a birth certificate?” He corked a brow. “I might need it in the future.”
When his gaze raked over her attire, Michelle could see his interest flare up again. “How about you give me a little sample now and I’ll just throw in the birth certificate,” he said, rubbing his hand down the front of his crotch.
Michelle smirked and settled her hands on her curvaceous hips. “Like what you see?”
“What can I say? Money looks good on you.”
“Yeah.” Slowly, she unbuttoned the front of her sweater and watched his eyes widened at the sight of her full, caramel covered breasts. “And I’m going to make sure I’ll always have it.”
#
William wondered what was taking Josie so long. He glanced at his watch. He would have to leave in the next two hours if he was going to make it to Keystone by noon. Never a man to stand still, he decided to go out and brag a few more logs of firewood. As he waltzed out of the back door and onto the wooden deck, his mind tangled with what he was going to tell the police. He wasn’t worried about a kidnapping charge so much as a murder charge.
