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I AM MY SISTER’S KEEPER
WATER VIEW FEDERAL HILL
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
“You just had to come down here and get me.”
“Baby, you were taking too long.”
“Well, I didn’t want you to eat cold food.” Nadia placed a broiled chicken breast on Moss’ plate, and a chicken leg on her plate. “Since you are down here, you might as well take a seat at the kitchen table.”
“You won’t hear me declining.” Moss winked at Nadia. “Who taught you how to throw a meal together like this?”
“My adoptive mother.”
“What age were you adopted?”
“From birth.”
“What happen to your biological mother?”
“It was explained to me by my adoptive mother that my biological mother was too young to care for a child, so she put me up for adoption.”
Nadia placed a small serving of Yams, Green Beans, Macaroni and Cheese, and three biscuits on her plate, and then a generous serving on Moss’ plate. She lifted both plates from off the kitchen counter-top, and walked to the table.
“Voila.”
She placed Moss’ plate down in front of him, and then placed her plate down in front of her chair. She walked to the kitchen cabinet drawer and slid it back; she removed two forks, and two spoons. She pushed the cabinet drawer close and returned to the table.
“Here you are.” Nadia handed Moss his eating utensils, she looked down at his hairy chest wall. Her eyes moved up to his face. His dark-brown eyes and bearded face made her blush. “What a nice view from here.”
“Come again.”
“I can see why you are referred to as a Ladies’ Man.”
Nadia took a seat at the table.
“Don’t forget, heartbreaker, and risk taker.”
“Umm hum, and a handsome one at that.”
Nadia leaned over the table and kissed Moss on his lips. She inched back.
Moss stroked Nadia’s cheek.
“Woman, we are going to make some beautiful baby girls.”
“Yes and several handsome soldier boys.”
Both laughed.
Nadia sat back in her chair.
Moss lifted his piece of chicken and took a bite. “Damn baby, this shit is good. I cannot wait until we’re married.” Moss licked his fingers, and then winked at Nadia. “Oh, at least you would not have to work a day again in your life.”
He placed his piece of chicken down, and forked a serving of Macaroni and Cheese into his mouth.
“Pardon me.”
Moss swallowed his food. He placed his fork on his plate and slid his hand across the table. He stroked Nadia’s hand.
“I said once we get married, you will not have to work again.”
Nadia slid her hand from under Moss’ palm.
“Moss, I have worked since I was sixteen years old. When we do get married, I do not plan to stop.”
Nadia forked a helping of Macaroni and Cheese into her mouth.
“Baby, what you do for a living is considered more of a hobby than a career.”
Nadia placed her fork down on her plate.
“Moss, I am an Investigative Journalist for a reputable newspaper in Las Vegas, I would hardly call that a hobby, it’s a career.”
“No, what I do is a career; anyone with a brain can run around interviewing people all day long.”
“What does that supposed to mean?”
“It means, I could do your job with my eyes close.”
“No you didn’t just go there.”
“A beautiful woman running around hunting a story, is useless. I say you can utilize your time, and excuse me for saying, bedroom skills staying at home.”
“And anyone with half a brain can abide to the president of the United States wishes.”
“Nadia, you have to admit, what you do for a living, is...is...”
“I would love to hear what adjective defines what I do.”
“I prefer that you raise our children, and stay at home.”
“Good luck with finding a wife under those standards.”
“My first wife found those standards acceptable.”
“Well, maybe you should find someone else to share those sandy beaches and Cristal with you Mr. Ladies’ Man.”
Moss looked at Nadia.
“Maybe I will.”
Moss picked back up his piece of chicken and took a bite.
Damn, why did he start this shit he thought.
Nadia pushed her plate aside and stood. She looked down at Moss’ bent head.
“You may want to start sharing a table with that someone. Goodnight Moss.”
Moss dropped his piece of chicken down on his plate.
“What! Where are you going?”
“To bed, and after tomorrow, who knows?”
Moss stood.
“Wait a fucking minute; just a minute ago, we were in agreement that we will get married.”
“Yes, and minutes ago, you did not view what I do for a living as a hobby.”
“Well dammit it is!”
“I beg to differ.”
“Look, I think you could do much better.”
“Moss, I think you need to be silent before you say something that won’t be pleasing to my ears.”
“So if we get married...”
“The odds of that happening are slim to none. Goodnight, oh, when your brothers and cousin come to escort me back to Las Vegas tomorrow, you do not have to be here.”
Nadia brushed past Moss.
Moss followed Nadia out the kitchen. He pulled her upper arm back.
Nadia stopped and turned around.
Moss dropped Nadia’s arm.
“Dammit Nadia! Have you forgotten without my assistance, you probably would be still running around a damn forest?”
And she thought he offered his help, because he cared for her.
“At least if I had gotten caught. I would not be arguing with a man who still lives in the fifties. Moss, a woman’s worth is not confined only to the kitchen and bedroom.”
“My wife...”
“Dammit Moss, I am not your wife!”
“No you’re not; you could never come close to filling her shoes!”
Moss saw the wounded look in Nadia’s eyes.
“Nadia, I’m...”
He took a step forward.
“Don’t.”
Nadia held her hand up and stepped back. She crossed her arms over her chest.
Moss looked down at Nadia’s breasts. He slicked his hand back through his hair.
Nadia looked down.
How in the hell in the midst of arguing, he decides to get a hard-on she thought.
“Moss, I would like to thank you for your assistance in getting me to Baltimore, but from here on out, that will be the extent of my gratitude. The proposal for marriage is off.” Moss looked Nadia up and down. He threw his hands up in the air.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes... yes I am.”
Nadia looked at the floor to avoid Moss’ eyes.
Moss took a deep breath.
Nadia lifted her head. She caught the anger in his eyes.
“So what you’re telling me is, this relationship is...off?”
“I guess you can say that.”
“After what we just shared.”
“Not for what we just shared, but the actions of your words.”
“Dammit, I’m only telling you the truth.”
“I never asked you for your opinion.”
“As your future husband, I gave it.”
“Whatever, now since you have no chance of being that, keep your opinions to yourself until you’re asked for it.”
“Fine dammit! Do what you want to do; I thought I felt obligated to ask since we fucked.”
Moss turned and stormed in the direction of the kitchen.
“Obligated Ooh.” Nadia took a deep breath, turned, and walked to the staircase. She looked over at the kitchen door. “Dammit.”
Nadia walked up the staircase.
LAS VEGAS METROPOLITAN POLICE DEPARTMENT
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
“Mr. Baguette, this department is facing a problem, maybe you could assist me with.”
“Let me hear what the problem is, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“We have your client in custody.”
“Yes, I am aware of that.”
“The problem is, the woman states she is not Nadia, and yes, her DNA is coming back flagged.”
“Flagged.”
“Yes, her DNA is flagged as Ragan Nadine Hemmingway.”
“Wait a minute; you have Ragan Hemmingway in your custody.”
“Yes, are you familiar with this woman?”
“Yes, I represented her significant other in a case a while back.”
Cory palmed down his chin.
“Care to elaborate?”
“The person who I represented was hired by a Mr. Huntington to represent his step-brother, a Mr. Crawford Huntington.”
“For what legal services.”
“It seems three years ago. Nadia, the same woman who supposed to be in your custody, brought charges against a Mr. Huntington’s step-brother, when in fact; his step-brother was involved with Ragan, the woman who you may, or may not have in custody. To make a long story short. Mr. Crawford Huntington was acquitted of stalking Miss. Nadia Whitlow, due to a lack of evidence. In addition, Miss. Whitlow was terminated from her place of employment due to the negative publicity.”
“Negative publicity.”
“Yes, Miss. Whitlow’s professional creditability was questioned, and the moral of her actions. However, the woman who Mr. Crawford Huntington was involved with was indeed Ragan Hemmingway. We have Mr. Crawford Huntington on several of the tapes engaged in questionable and possible criminal ramifications.”
“I heard lighting doesn’t strike twice.”
“I don’t know Lieutenant Haines; my client is being framed, or mistaken for a crime. Let me clarify that, framed for several crimes she did not commit. In my opinion, she is being held accountable for Miss. Ragan Hemmingway’s crimes.”
“Mr. Baguette, this department is aware of that, what we need is concrete evidence.”
“I have plenty of evidence to supply to the court system if my client’s case reaches a court of law. Evidence, which would most certainly rock the ethics of moral indecency, public outrage, and a slap in the face to most American constituents.”
“That much evidence.”
“I’m an attorney, I do not lie; I only seek the truth. As a courtesy call, if you do indeed have Miss. Ragan Hemmingway in your detainment. You may want to consider bringing charges against her for theft.”
“Theft.”
“Yes, Mr. Crawford Huntington, somehow, involved Miss. Hemmingway in stealing a large shipment of diamonds from Mr. Jonathon Huntington. Before Mr. Crawford Huntington could make a deal with the DA office to turn state evidence against Miss. Hemmingway, he was killed while incarcerated.”
“Damn, this shit between these two women is rare.”
“Lieutenant Haines, how can I assist you in getting these murder charges dropped against my client, and that conniving bitch, who you have in your custody brought up on murder charges?”
“Mr. Baguette, my hands are tied. The woman who Louisiana had in state custody was Nadia. When we speak to Miss. Hemmingway’s attorney, and divulge she is indeed who she says she is. Then we have no other choice, but to release her.”
“Lieutenant Haines, you can somehow book Miss. Hemmingway on charges of receiving stolen property, and murder.”
“Murder.”
“Yes, she’s a cold blooded murder.”
“Mr. Baguette, I think we’ve established that the state is interested in charging Nadia on murder charges.”
“I really don’t give a rat’s ass what the DA wants. Lieutenant Haines, I mailed tapes to several department heads with Ragan Hemmingway on two tapes gutting a victim to death, and assisting a man donned in a mask with organ trafficking. In addition, providing sex for hire with several Congressional Representatives. Now, I would like the charges on my client dropped immediately, and that bitch who you have in custody booked on murder charges.”
“Mr. Baguette, I understand your concern, however, I can’t release Ragan until Nadia is caught. Therefore, we can sort this shit out then.”
Sammie drew in a deep breath.
“Can I see Miss. Hemmingway, she and I have some unfinished business, and if you need someone to corroborate what we’ve just discussed. I have Mr. Jonathon Huntington here with me, and as I stated, plenty of evidence that the FBI would be interested in. I’m sure you’ve had ample opportunity to view the incriminating VHS tapes that I personally took upon myself to mail to this Police Department three days ago.”
“Yes I did.”
Someone knocked on Cory’s door.
“Come in.”
Officer Newman opened the door and stuck his head in.
“Lieutenant Haines, Chief Downey, is waiting for you in the Interrogation Room.”
“Thanks man.”
Officer Newman pulled the door close.
Cory stood followed by Sammie.
Both men walked to the door.
Cory opened the door and stood aside.
Sammie exited, and then Cory.
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Nadia walked the quiet streets of Baltimore. She pulled the flaps of the jacket together after she glimpsed a group of men standing in front of a bar. She ran across the street.
This shit has got to get better she thought.
She has lain in two men beds, and both men are not worth shit. How in the world was she going to get back to Las Vegas? She had no money, and knew no one in this city. Nadia looked down. She was even wearing another woman’s clothing.
“When I stick my dick inside you, it’s me from now on. Are you ready for that?”
“Oh screw you Moss.”
Nadia walked in front of a coffee shop and looked inside the window.
An elderly man sitting at the counter caught her eyes.
“Wish me luck mother, your daughter on the run isn’t the life I imagined for myself.”
Nadia entered the coffee shop and walked to the counter. She took a seat on one of the wooden stools.
A server placed a menu down in front of her.
“What would you like ma’am?”
“Uhh..., actually, I have no money.”
“Well if you have no money, no service, and I would appreciate it very much if you would leave this establishment. We discourage from indoor panhandling.”
“I see.”
The man seated to her right placed his cup of coffee down on his saucer.
“Order the young lady anything she wants.”
Nadia pivoted toward the man.
“Thank you sir.”
The elderly man nodded his head.
The server looked at Nadia.
“What would you like?”
“Just a bowl of soup.”
“Coming right up.”
The server walked away.
“Why is a pretty young lady walking these tough streets so early in the morning?”
Nadia rose from her stool, and went to sit by the elderly man. She looked down at his dark-skinned hand as he forked a helping of scrambled eggs into his mouth.
“I’m on the run from the authorities.”
The elderly man dropped his fork.
“Now that’s an original line. I remember in my military days, you never ran from the enemy, you must think of a decisive way to strike him first.”
Nadia looked at the deep groove lines that made up his facial features. She saw pride, and a spark of peace.
“Oh yeah, what branch?”
“I’m a Seaman.”
“Thank you for the dedication to this country.” “I admire your dedication to your country.” Nadia remembered the words she muttered to Moss. She palmed her face and cried.
“There, there, now.” The man lifted his napkin. “Here you are young lady.”
Nadia uncovered her face and accepted the man’s offering. She damped at her misty eyes and placed the napkin down on the counter-top.
“I’m sorry, I have never exposed my emotions to a stranger.”
“The moment you accepted my offering to feed you, we are no longer strangers. We are two people who have become entrusted within each other’s company.”
Nadia smiled again.
“You are so right Mr…”
“Young lady you may call me Mr. Asa.”
“Mr. Asa, I’m so tired, my life has been taken from me, and I can’t trust anyone.”
“Well young lady, I’m listening.”
Nadia smiled at the man’s sincerity.
“What I am about to tell you, it may make you run, however, it’s from my heart, and it’s the truth.”
“Remember, I’m a military man, secrets are my life.”
“Thanks.”
Nadia took a deep breath.
WATER VIEW FEDERAL HILL
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Moss sat up, threw the covers back, and got out the bed. He hopes the bedroom door to where Nadia slept was not still locked. He walked out his bedroom and walked down the hall. Moss knocked on the door.
“Nadia, I’m sorry about the things that I said to you. Can you open the door so we can talk about this?” Moss waited for a response. “Please baby, I want to still marry you. I swear if you open the door, I’m willing to show you.” He smiled. “Just open the door, please.” Moss waited. “Nadia.” He knocked on the door harder.
The door slightly opened.
Moss looked over at the bed. He flipped the light switch up and walked inside. He saw the door to his wife’s armoire was open.
Several clothing items were missing off the hangers.
“Nadia no, shit!”
Moss’ heart dropped. He ran out the bedroom and took the steps in a hurry. He ran into the kitchen.
The two plates that occupied the table last night were, washed, cleaned, and stacked on the counter-top.
Moss walked over to the counter and snatched up the piece of paper resting under a plate. He looked down and read it.
“Moss, I never really got the chance to properly thank you for helping me to get to the second part of my journey. Please thank your brothers and cousin, for risking it all for me. And take care of yourself Mr. Ladies’ Man. Oh, I will return the clothes as soon as I can.
Nadia”
Moss balled the piece of paper up and threw it down on the kitchen counter-top. He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
“Naw baby, a deal is a deal. Cancun and Cristal woman.”
“Are we still on for Cancun and Cristal, I would totally understand if you have second thoughts.”
“No, Cancun, Cristal, and remember, Jamaica is on the menu.”
“Whatever, now since you have no chance of being that, keep your opinions to yourself until you’re asked for it.”
“Fine dammit! Do what you want to do; I thought I felt obligated to ask since we fucked.”
“Fuck!”
He walked to the kitchen table, slid the chair back, and sat.
That’s where his two brothers and cousin found him sitting in the morning.
LAS VEGAS METROPOLITAN POLICE DEPARTMENT
THE NEXT MORNING
“Miss. Hemmingway, we will ask you one more time. Who was in charge of setting up your clients?”
“Gentlemen, you are pulling at straws with my client.”
“Dammit, look at the tape,” Agent Shields growled at Ragan.
Cory, Chief Downey, FBI Agent Shields, and the Public Defender pivoted to look at the television in the far corner.
“I picked my own clients. You’ll be surprised the kinky things people pay you to do, or have done to them.”
Ragan blew Cory a kiss.
“Miss Hemmingway, you do not have to answer any more of these questions.”
“Then we have no other choice, but to charge your client with murder, and receiving stolen property.”
Sammie looked through the glassed two-way mirror and smiled. He took a sip of his coffee.
“Stolen property?”
“Yes, stealing a shipment of diamonds three years ago.”
“I...”
“Miss. Hemmingway, you were a co-conspirator in a thief-ring organized by a Crawford Huntington.”
“I have no…”
“Miss. Hemmingway, we have Mr. Jonathon Huntington willing to testify against you in a court of law.”
“Wait.”
Ragan leaned over and whispered something in her attorney’s ear.
“My client is willing to agree to the charges of receiving stolen goods, and she is willing to tell you where the diamonds can be located.”
“Miss. Hemmingway, the tape clearly indicates first degree murder, and we have several more tapes, which can be supplied to the DA’s office.”
Ragan looked at her attorney.
“The video tape shows nothing but a woman dressed in a garment, whose face is obstructed from viewing.”
Cory walked to the television set and pushed the eject button. The video tape slid out. He removed it, and slammed it down on the television stand.
“Well you can try this one on for size.”
Cory lifted another video tape from off the television stand, and inserted it into the VCR.
The tape instantly began to play.
Everyone in the Interrogation Room turned their attention to the television set.
The tape of a woman having group sex with two well-known government officials made Ragan’s attorney clear his throat.
FBI Agent Shields peered closer. He recognized Congressman Bishop on the tape.
Ragan leaned over.
“I will only agree to being on that particular tape. The woman on the other tapes could be anyone.”
“Miss. Hemmingway, some of the men on these tapes was murdered, and it would not take long for the FBI to determine, by your hands. We have several incriminating evidence found in a chest, near the suspect’s home.”
“Do not answer that Miss. Hemmingway. Gentlemen, this information is foreign to me, I would like to see it.”
Agent Shields fumbled through his briefcase. He threw more photographs down on the table.
Ragan lifted two photographs and looked at them.
“Can someone tell me what I’m looking at?”
“Yes, the items displayed outside of the pictured chest were later linked to Congressman Bishop, Senator Sharma, Senator Sexton, Governor Randolph, Senator Khorana, Senator Gillespie, Governor Franklin, and Senator Barnes.”
“And gentlemen, where were these items found again.”
Each man looked at each other.
“They were confiscated in a chest near a residence,” Cory added.
“Whose residence?”
Agent Shields looked at Chief Downey.
“They were found at the back door of Miss Rajeen Whitlow’s residence.”
“Yes, as we established, the same woman on the tapes, the real killer. Gentlemen, you are wasting my client’s time, and mine. Receiving stolen property, and I would like a plea bargain for my client.”
“Until we have a written confession in regards to these gruesome murders, and the murders of other non-government officials by your client’s hands, no deal.”
Ragan looked at her attorney.
“But...”
Agent Shields massaged the tension in his neck. He took a deep breath.
“Miss. Hemmingway, we have been at this for over twelve, hours, you are wasting the government’s time.”
“If I elaborate any further, I would need protection.”
“Protection?”
“Yes, the men in those tapes are ruthless and powerful, I need protection. If not, I do not talk, and I will not sign anything.”
“No deal.”
“Listen, I had evidence that could place people in high places behind bars for a very long time.”
“People, such as,” Agent Shields asked.
“The list is extensive from a Catholic Priest, several Congressional Representatives, and Judges. I need protection dammit.”
“And where is this list?”
“I discovered after my recent trip to Louisiana, that someone was clever enough to have stolen it.”
Agent Shields remembered Nadia’s words.
“Is this evidence contained in a black book?”
“Why yes.”
“Miss Hemmingway, do you know a Rajeen Nadia Whitlow?”
“Yes, the real killer..., and..., and the woman on the tapes, and last I heard, who is the Las Vegas Slasher, and the New Orleans Serial Killer.”
Cory rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. He looked down at his watch, and then looked up.
“Miss. Hemmingway, this Police Department will give you until this afternoon for a written confession. If not, what will follow, are charges for receiving stolen property, arson, and murder in the first degree.”
Ragan twitched in her chair.
“Dammit do something,” she hissed at her attorney.
Ragan’s attorney stood.
“Gentlemen, you do not have any concrete evidence, which would hold my client beyond twenty-four hours.”
Cory walked around the desk, and stood Ragan up. He turned her around.
“Miss. Hemmingway, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present now and during any future questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed to you free of charge if you wish. Do you understand your rights?”
“Yes.”
“Miss Hemmingway, I will request bail to be posted, after you’ve been arraigned.”
“I can’t stay in here, dammit, I’m innocent!”
“Kill Kill...”
“No, make them stop.”
Everyone in the Interrogation Room stepped back.
Cory reached down for the pair of speed cuffs on his duty belt.
“Kill Kill.”
“Can’t you hear them, make them stop, please.”
Ragan covered her ears with both hands.
“Kill Kill.”
Ragan reached backwards and lifted Cory’s gun from out his holster. She grabbed her attorney around his neck, and placed his presence in front of hers.
“I need for everyone to put their guns down.”
The door opened.
Chief Downey, followed by several police officers crowded the Interrogation Room.
Ragan backed up against the wall.
“If anyone moves, I will kill this bastard.” She pointed the gun at her attorney’s temple.
“Kill Kill.”
The audio voices in her head were getting louder.
“Make them stop.”
Tears slid down her cheeks.
Ragan shook her head. She banged the barrel of the gun over her head.
“Miss Hemmingway, I suggest you put the gun down, before you end up dead!” Agent Shields hollered.
“The only person, who will end up on this floor, is him.” Ragan cocked the trigger. “Now move away from the door.” Everyone looked at each other. “Dammit move away from the door!” Ragan screamed.
Chief Downey looked at Cory, and then over at Agent Shields. He shook his head for everyone to comply.
Everyone stepped aside.
Ragan inched out the Interrogation Room.
“Pull the door close.”
Her attorney pulled the door close.
Several police officers had his or her weapon drawn.
“You flinch with that trigger. I shoot this mothafucka. Now, move the fuck out the way!”
Ragan inched down the corridor.
Cory opened the door.
Everyone rushed into the hallway.
Cory, Chief Downey, Agent Shields, Sammie, and several police officers looked on.
Ragan entered the reception area.
Jonathon and PJ heard the commotion.
Both looked up.
Jonathon rubbed over his sleepy eyes, and then blinked them.
“Nadia?”
“Boss look at the eyes. That’s not Nadia, that’s Ragan.”
Jonathon stood.
“Wait boss, you want me to do her?”
“Stay cool man.”
Jonathon walked over to the exit door. He hid behind the side of the wall.
Ragan backed up.
“That’s right everyone stay co...”
Everything went black.
Ragan dropped to the floor.
The gun hit the surface and fired. A bullet ricocheted from off the bottom of the reception desk and hit a chair.
Several police officers ran to where Ragan’s body laid. Her attorney looked down.
“Next time do not interfere with a police matter,” one of the police officers advised Jonathon.
“I was hoping there will not be another time.”
Jonathon shook his hand. He looked down at his swollen knuckle, and then at the side of Ragan’s face where it had turned a deep crimson.
Sammie ran over to where Jonathon stood.
“How did you know?”
“I know the woman who I’m searching for, and that’s not her.”
Several police officers assisted Ragan to her feet and escorted her to the back of the precinct.
“Sammie, where the fuck is Nadia. I want to be on the next plane out of here!”
“Mr. Huntington, until this shit is resolved, we will just have to wait it out.”
“Shit,” Jonathon expressed.
“Mr. Huntington, I will be at the arraignment later on today. I will make absolutely sure that bitch never leaves this precinct. But right about now, I could use a fucking drink.”
“Did that bitch mention where my diamonds are stashed.”
“No, but don’t worry about that, she will.”
BALTIMORE WASHINGTON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
“Well young lady this is where our paths must end.”
“Thank you for paying for my ticket and taking me shopping.”
“I’m hoping you would have done the same had the tables been turned.”
“Yes I would have.”
“Flight number 123 to Las Vegas, Nevada now boarding at gate 8.”
“Do you really think I will be judged fairly?”
“Yes, and I slipped a little extra cash for you inside your ticket holder.”
“You are so kind.”
Nadia hugged Mr. Asa. She laid her head on his shoulder.
Fatherly arms hugged her in return.
Nadia started to cry again.
“Young lady, if you need anyone to talk too, or visit someone. You have Mr. Asa in Baltimore, Maryland.”
“Thank you so much.”
Nadia sniffled and inched back.
“You will be all right young lady.”
“Last call for flight number 123 boarding at gate 8 to Las Vegas, Nevada.”
“That’s your calling.”
Nadia turned around and watched the passengers boarding; she looked back at Mr. Asa.
“When I get settled, I would like to come and visit you again.”
“Make sure you bring this military man, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of war stories to swap.”
“If fate allows it, I will.”
“That’s all we can ask for.”
“Thank you so much Mr. Asa.”
“You’re welcome; you better get going, before you miss your flight.”
“Don’t forget, the name is Mr. Manuel Addison, and a Lieutenant Cory Haines, and make sure that you advise Mr. Addison, to have live press coverage. The more people around, the odds of me not getting shot on the spot are greater.”
“Young lady are you sure about this?”
“A very good friend once advised me that, and I quote, “I remember in my military days, you never ran from the enemy, you must think of a decisive way to strike him first.”
Mr. Asa smiled.
“I reckon you will make an excellent military man’s wife.”
“Thanks,” Nadia stated with exuberance.
“Make sure you strike them where it hurts, with your intelligence, and do it with your head held high. I believe in you, and so will everyone else.”
“I will.”
Nadia stepped back. She smiled at Mr. Asa, turned, and walked away.
Mr. Asa watched Nadia walk to her boarding gate.
Nadia turned around and waved.
Mr. Asa waved back. He turned and walked away after he saw Nadia walk up the ramp and disappear. He walked outside of the airport terminus.
Mr. Asa fished inside his trouser front pocket, removed his cell phone, and flipped it open. He dialed the operator.
LAS VEGAS TIMES NEWSPAPER
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
“Dale, I need you down at the Police Department, where Nadia is being held. The public has not heard anything else concerning this case.”
“Mr. Addison, when are you going to go public with the tapes?”
“I’m holding off for now.”
“Is that a wise move sir?”
“I’m giving the government enough time to come up with their side of the version.”
“Mr. Addison, we all know this so-called other twin is the real killer on those tapes.”
“Dale, I’ve been in this business when you were still wet behind the ears. I reckon the government is trying to clean up the embarrassment hammered on Congress. Which means, I will have to wait until the cover-up has been broadcasted on live television, whereas, I can produce the tape that I have. Otherwise, if I play my hand too soon, this newspaper could face many criminal charges, and a slander lawsuit.”
“In other words, you’re waiting for someone else to tip the pot.”
“Yes, and then we will reap the benefits, of getting Nadia out of this mess, or…”
Manuel’s desktop telephone rang.
Dale glanced over the context of the press conference he put together. He wanted the viewers to know that Nadia’s place of employment is standing behind their Investigative Journalist one hundred percent.
Manuel lifted the telephone receiver from out the cradle and placed it up to his ear.
“Las Vegas Times Newspaper.”
“Yes, can I speak to a fellow name Addison?”
“This is Mr. Addison, can I help you?”
“Yes, I was to get in contact with you about a young lady name Nadia.”
Manuel snapped his fingers.
Dale looked up.
“Go on, what about Nadia?”
“She wanted me to tell you, she wants you to meet her at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department.”
“Is this some sort of joke?”
“I’m a military man, and I have too little time for jokes. She wanted me to tell you to have several reporters there, in case someone tries to shoot her when she surrenders.”
“Who is this?”
“The name does not matter. I suggest you do as she says, I hold that young lady’s welfare in my hands, and I do not want any bloodshed on my hands, especially hers.”
“What flight is Nadia on?”
“She is on flight 123 arriving from Baltimore.”
“Thank you for the information Mr...”
The telephone went silent in Manuel’s ear.
Manuel hung up the telephone.
“Weird people out there trying to make a fast buck,” Manuel mumbled under his breath.
“What is it Mr. Addison?”
“Some nut called and stated Nadia told him to call me, and I am to be at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department, with plenty of news stations.”
“Do you believe him?”
“Hell no, Nadia is in the custody of the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department.”
“Smart man.”
The telephone rang again.
Manuel lifted the receiver from out the cradle and placed it back up to his ear.
“Las Vegas Times Newspaper.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Addison, but this young lady told me to tell you, “Now go out and find me a story.”
Mr. Asa hung up in Manuel’s ear.
Manuel hung up the telephone.
“Dale find out what time Nadia’s flight is due to arrive in Las Vegas, and I want every news station available there.”
“Mr. Addison, you can’t be serious about this tip.”
“Now dammit! And go out and find me a story.”
“Yes sir.”
Dale jumped out his chair, and ran to the door.
“Very clever Nadia, well what else would I suspect from my star Investigative Journalist.”
LAS VEGAS METROPOLITAN POLICE DEPARTMENT
LIEUTENANT HAINES’ OFFICE
“Chief, with what we know about the suspect in custody. I think if we dig further. Our findings will reveal she’s the Las Vegas Slasher, and possibly the New Orleans Serial Killer.”
“Lieutenant Haines, we may have gotten lucky, but the fact still remains. We need to speak with Miss. Rajeen Whitlow; her DNA is connected to Miss. Hemmingway in a very disturbing way. I say we…”
Cory’s telephone rang.
“Hold on.” He lifted the receiver from out the cradle and placed it up to his ear. “Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department.”
“Is this Lieutenant Haines?”
“Who’s asking?”
“Yes, I was asked by Nadia to contact you.”
Cory held up his hand to Chief Downey.
“In regards to what sir?”
“She wanted to surrender her presence to you, and only you.”
“Who the hell is this!”
“No questions asked.”
“Sir, you could be arrested for harboring a fugitive.”
“Not harboring, just relating her message. She will be on flight 123 arriving from Baltimore. Please give me your word that you will be there.”
“Oh yes we will be there all right.”
“For a man who promised her dinner at a fancy restaurant, and seeing her in a particular red dress, you do not sound like you care about the welfare of this woman.”
Cory stood.
“What flight will Nadia be on again sir?”
Mr. Asa smiled.
“She will be on Flight 123. The woman is frightened, but I can say she is innocent.”
Mr. Asa flipped his cell phone down in Cory’s ear.
Cory hung up the telephone.
“What was that all about?”
“I’ll tell you on the way to the airport.”
“Airport?”
“Yes, Nadia is about to surrender.”
“This could be a prank.”
“Not with that red dress she had on.”
“What?”
“Nothing, let’s go.”
“We need to get Agent Shields.”
“No, she wants to surrender to me, and I be damn, if they treat her like she’s a criminal.”
“Technically she is, until the evidence proves otherwise.”
“Chief, as a favor to me, let’s do this quiet. I do not want anyone to get hurt, especially Nadia.”
“Okay, we will do it your way.”
Copyright©SKC-2020
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
“You just had to come down here and get me.”
“Baby, you were taking too long.”
“Well, I didn’t want you to eat cold food.” Nadia placed a broiled chicken breast on Moss’ plate, and a chicken leg on her plate. “Since you are down here, you might as well take a seat at the kitchen table.”
“You won’t hear me declining.” Moss winked at Nadia. “Who taught you how to throw a meal together like this?”
“My adoptive mother.”
“What age were you adopted?”
“From birth.”
“What happen to your biological mother?”
“It was explained to me by my adoptive mother that my biological mother was too young to care for a child, so she put me up for adoption.”
Nadia placed a small serving of Yams, Green Beans, Macaroni and Cheese, and three biscuits on her plate, and then a generous serving on Moss’ plate. She lifted both plates from off the kitchen counter-top, and walked to the table.
“Voila.”
She placed Moss’ plate down in front of him, and then placed her plate down in front of her chair. She walked to the kitchen cabinet drawer and slid it back; she removed two forks, and two spoons. She pushed the cabinet drawer close and returned to the table.
“Here you are.” Nadia handed Moss his eating utensils, she looked down at his hairy chest wall. Her eyes moved up to his face. His dark-brown eyes and bearded face made her blush. “What a nice view from here.”
“Come again.”
“I can see why you are referred to as a Ladies’ Man.”
Nadia took a seat at the table.
“Don’t forget, heartbreaker, and risk taker.”
“Umm hum, and a handsome one at that.”
Nadia leaned over the table and kissed Moss on his lips. She inched back.
Moss stroked Nadia’s cheek.
“Woman, we are going to make some beautiful baby girls.”
“Yes and several handsome soldier boys.”
Both laughed.
Nadia sat back in her chair.
Moss lifted his piece of chicken and took a bite. “Damn baby, this shit is good. I cannot wait until we’re married.” Moss licked his fingers, and then winked at Nadia. “Oh, at least you would not have to work a day again in your life.”
He placed his piece of chicken down, and forked a serving of Macaroni and Cheese into his mouth.
“Pardon me.”
Moss swallowed his food. He placed his fork on his plate and slid his hand across the table. He stroked Nadia’s hand.
“I said once we get married, you will not have to work again.”
Nadia slid her hand from under Moss’ palm.
“Moss, I have worked since I was sixteen years old. When we do get married, I do not plan to stop.”
Nadia forked a helping of Macaroni and Cheese into her mouth.
“Baby, what you do for a living is considered more of a hobby than a career.”
Nadia placed her fork down on her plate.
“Moss, I am an Investigative Journalist for a reputable newspaper in Las Vegas, I would hardly call that a hobby, it’s a career.”
“No, what I do is a career; anyone with a brain can run around interviewing people all day long.”
“What does that supposed to mean?”
“It means, I could do your job with my eyes close.”
“No you didn’t just go there.”
“A beautiful woman running around hunting a story, is useless. I say you can utilize your time, and excuse me for saying, bedroom skills staying at home.”
“And anyone with half a brain can abide to the president of the United States wishes.”
“Nadia, you have to admit, what you do for a living, is...is...”
“I would love to hear what adjective defines what I do.”
“I prefer that you raise our children, and stay at home.”
“Good luck with finding a wife under those standards.”
“My first wife found those standards acceptable.”
“Well, maybe you should find someone else to share those sandy beaches and Cristal with you Mr. Ladies’ Man.”
Moss looked at Nadia.
“Maybe I will.”
Moss picked back up his piece of chicken and took a bite.
Damn, why did he start this shit he thought.
Nadia pushed her plate aside and stood. She looked down at Moss’ bent head.
“You may want to start sharing a table with that someone. Goodnight Moss.”
Moss dropped his piece of chicken down on his plate.
“What! Where are you going?”
“To bed, and after tomorrow, who knows?”
Moss stood.
“Wait a fucking minute; just a minute ago, we were in agreement that we will get married.”
“Yes, and minutes ago, you did not view what I do for a living as a hobby.”
“Well dammit it is!”
“I beg to differ.”
“Look, I think you could do much better.”
“Moss, I think you need to be silent before you say something that won’t be pleasing to my ears.”
“So if we get married...”
“The odds of that happening are slim to none. Goodnight, oh, when your brothers and cousin come to escort me back to Las Vegas tomorrow, you do not have to be here.”
Nadia brushed past Moss.
Moss followed Nadia out the kitchen. He pulled her upper arm back.
Nadia stopped and turned around.
Moss dropped Nadia’s arm.
“Dammit Nadia! Have you forgotten without my assistance, you probably would be still running around a damn forest?”
And she thought he offered his help, because he cared for her.
“At least if I had gotten caught. I would not be arguing with a man who still lives in the fifties. Moss, a woman’s worth is not confined only to the kitchen and bedroom.”
“My wife...”
“Dammit Moss, I am not your wife!”
“No you’re not; you could never come close to filling her shoes!”
Moss saw the wounded look in Nadia’s eyes.
“Nadia, I’m...”
He took a step forward.
“Don’t.”
Nadia held her hand up and stepped back. She crossed her arms over her chest.
Moss looked down at Nadia’s breasts. He slicked his hand back through his hair.
Nadia looked down.
How in the hell in the midst of arguing, he decides to get a hard-on she thought.
“Moss, I would like to thank you for your assistance in getting me to Baltimore, but from here on out, that will be the extent of my gratitude. The proposal for marriage is off.” Moss looked Nadia up and down. He threw his hands up in the air.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes... yes I am.”
Nadia looked at the floor to avoid Moss’ eyes.
Moss took a deep breath.
Nadia lifted her head. She caught the anger in his eyes.
“So what you’re telling me is, this relationship is...off?”
“I guess you can say that.”
“After what we just shared.”
“Not for what we just shared, but the actions of your words.”
“Dammit, I’m only telling you the truth.”
“I never asked you for your opinion.”
“As your future husband, I gave it.”
“Whatever, now since you have no chance of being that, keep your opinions to yourself until you’re asked for it.”
“Fine dammit! Do what you want to do; I thought I felt obligated to ask since we fucked.”
Moss turned and stormed in the direction of the kitchen.
“Obligated Ooh.” Nadia took a deep breath, turned, and walked to the staircase. She looked over at the kitchen door. “Dammit.”
Nadia walked up the staircase.
LAS VEGAS METROPOLITAN POLICE DEPARTMENT
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
“Mr. Baguette, this department is facing a problem, maybe you could assist me with.”
“Let me hear what the problem is, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“We have your client in custody.”
“Yes, I am aware of that.”
“The problem is, the woman states she is not Nadia, and yes, her DNA is coming back flagged.”
“Flagged.”
“Yes, her DNA is flagged as Ragan Nadine Hemmingway.”
“Wait a minute; you have Ragan Hemmingway in your custody.”
“Yes, are you familiar with this woman?”
“Yes, I represented her significant other in a case a while back.”
Cory palmed down his chin.
“Care to elaborate?”
“The person who I represented was hired by a Mr. Huntington to represent his step-brother, a Mr. Crawford Huntington.”
“For what legal services.”
“It seems three years ago. Nadia, the same woman who supposed to be in your custody, brought charges against a Mr. Huntington’s step-brother, when in fact; his step-brother was involved with Ragan, the woman who you may, or may not have in custody. To make a long story short. Mr. Crawford Huntington was acquitted of stalking Miss. Nadia Whitlow, due to a lack of evidence. In addition, Miss. Whitlow was terminated from her place of employment due to the negative publicity.”
“Negative publicity.”
“Yes, Miss. Whitlow’s professional creditability was questioned, and the moral of her actions. However, the woman who Mr. Crawford Huntington was involved with was indeed Ragan Hemmingway. We have Mr. Crawford Huntington on several of the tapes engaged in questionable and possible criminal ramifications.”
“I heard lighting doesn’t strike twice.”
“I don’t know Lieutenant Haines; my client is being framed, or mistaken for a crime. Let me clarify that, framed for several crimes she did not commit. In my opinion, she is being held accountable for Miss. Ragan Hemmingway’s crimes.”
“Mr. Baguette, this department is aware of that, what we need is concrete evidence.”
“I have plenty of evidence to supply to the court system if my client’s case reaches a court of law. Evidence, which would most certainly rock the ethics of moral indecency, public outrage, and a slap in the face to most American constituents.”
“That much evidence.”
“I’m an attorney, I do not lie; I only seek the truth. As a courtesy call, if you do indeed have Miss. Ragan Hemmingway in your detainment. You may want to consider bringing charges against her for theft.”
“Theft.”
“Yes, Mr. Crawford Huntington, somehow, involved Miss. Hemmingway in stealing a large shipment of diamonds from Mr. Jonathon Huntington. Before Mr. Crawford Huntington could make a deal with the DA office to turn state evidence against Miss. Hemmingway, he was killed while incarcerated.”
“Damn, this shit between these two women is rare.”
“Lieutenant Haines, how can I assist you in getting these murder charges dropped against my client, and that conniving bitch, who you have in your custody brought up on murder charges?”
“Mr. Baguette, my hands are tied. The woman who Louisiana had in state custody was Nadia. When we speak to Miss. Hemmingway’s attorney, and divulge she is indeed who she says she is. Then we have no other choice, but to release her.”
“Lieutenant Haines, you can somehow book Miss. Hemmingway on charges of receiving stolen property, and murder.”
“Murder.”
“Yes, she’s a cold blooded murder.”
“Mr. Baguette, I think we’ve established that the state is interested in charging Nadia on murder charges.”
“I really don’t give a rat’s ass what the DA wants. Lieutenant Haines, I mailed tapes to several department heads with Ragan Hemmingway on two tapes gutting a victim to death, and assisting a man donned in a mask with organ trafficking. In addition, providing sex for hire with several Congressional Representatives. Now, I would like the charges on my client dropped immediately, and that bitch who you have in custody booked on murder charges.”
“Mr. Baguette, I understand your concern, however, I can’t release Ragan until Nadia is caught. Therefore, we can sort this shit out then.”
Sammie drew in a deep breath.
“Can I see Miss. Hemmingway, she and I have some unfinished business, and if you need someone to corroborate what we’ve just discussed. I have Mr. Jonathon Huntington here with me, and as I stated, plenty of evidence that the FBI would be interested in. I’m sure you’ve had ample opportunity to view the incriminating VHS tapes that I personally took upon myself to mail to this Police Department three days ago.”
“Yes I did.”
Someone knocked on Cory’s door.
“Come in.”
Officer Newman opened the door and stuck his head in.
“Lieutenant Haines, Chief Downey, is waiting for you in the Interrogation Room.”
“Thanks man.”
Officer Newman pulled the door close.
Cory stood followed by Sammie.
Both men walked to the door.
Cory opened the door and stood aside.
Sammie exited, and then Cory.
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Nadia walked the quiet streets of Baltimore. She pulled the flaps of the jacket together after she glimpsed a group of men standing in front of a bar. She ran across the street.
This shit has got to get better she thought.
She has lain in two men beds, and both men are not worth shit. How in the world was she going to get back to Las Vegas? She had no money, and knew no one in this city. Nadia looked down. She was even wearing another woman’s clothing.
“When I stick my dick inside you, it’s me from now on. Are you ready for that?”
“Oh screw you Moss.”
Nadia walked in front of a coffee shop and looked inside the window.
An elderly man sitting at the counter caught her eyes.
“Wish me luck mother, your daughter on the run isn’t the life I imagined for myself.”
Nadia entered the coffee shop and walked to the counter. She took a seat on one of the wooden stools.
A server placed a menu down in front of her.
“What would you like ma’am?”
“Uhh..., actually, I have no money.”
“Well if you have no money, no service, and I would appreciate it very much if you would leave this establishment. We discourage from indoor panhandling.”
“I see.”
The man seated to her right placed his cup of coffee down on his saucer.
“Order the young lady anything she wants.”
Nadia pivoted toward the man.
“Thank you sir.”
The elderly man nodded his head.
The server looked at Nadia.
“What would you like?”
“Just a bowl of soup.”
“Coming right up.”
The server walked away.
“Why is a pretty young lady walking these tough streets so early in the morning?”
Nadia rose from her stool, and went to sit by the elderly man. She looked down at his dark-skinned hand as he forked a helping of scrambled eggs into his mouth.
“I’m on the run from the authorities.”
The elderly man dropped his fork.
“Now that’s an original line. I remember in my military days, you never ran from the enemy, you must think of a decisive way to strike him first.”
Nadia looked at the deep groove lines that made up his facial features. She saw pride, and a spark of peace.
“Oh yeah, what branch?”
“I’m a Seaman.”
“Thank you for the dedication to this country.” “I admire your dedication to your country.” Nadia remembered the words she muttered to Moss. She palmed her face and cried.
“There, there, now.” The man lifted his napkin. “Here you are young lady.”
Nadia uncovered her face and accepted the man’s offering. She damped at her misty eyes and placed the napkin down on the counter-top.
“I’m sorry, I have never exposed my emotions to a stranger.”
“The moment you accepted my offering to feed you, we are no longer strangers. We are two people who have become entrusted within each other’s company.”
Nadia smiled again.
“You are so right Mr…”
“Young lady you may call me Mr. Asa.”
“Mr. Asa, I’m so tired, my life has been taken from me, and I can’t trust anyone.”
“Well young lady, I’m listening.”
Nadia smiled at the man’s sincerity.
“What I am about to tell you, it may make you run, however, it’s from my heart, and it’s the truth.”
“Remember, I’m a military man, secrets are my life.”
“Thanks.”
Nadia took a deep breath.
WATER VIEW FEDERAL HILL
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Moss sat up, threw the covers back, and got out the bed. He hopes the bedroom door to where Nadia slept was not still locked. He walked out his bedroom and walked down the hall. Moss knocked on the door.
“Nadia, I’m sorry about the things that I said to you. Can you open the door so we can talk about this?” Moss waited for a response. “Please baby, I want to still marry you. I swear if you open the door, I’m willing to show you.” He smiled. “Just open the door, please.” Moss waited. “Nadia.” He knocked on the door harder.
The door slightly opened.
Moss looked over at the bed. He flipped the light switch up and walked inside. He saw the door to his wife’s armoire was open.
Several clothing items were missing off the hangers.
“Nadia no, shit!”
Moss’ heart dropped. He ran out the bedroom and took the steps in a hurry. He ran into the kitchen.
The two plates that occupied the table last night were, washed, cleaned, and stacked on the counter-top.
Moss walked over to the counter and snatched up the piece of paper resting under a plate. He looked down and read it.
“Moss, I never really got the chance to properly thank you for helping me to get to the second part of my journey. Please thank your brothers and cousin, for risking it all for me. And take care of yourself Mr. Ladies’ Man. Oh, I will return the clothes as soon as I can.
Nadia”
Moss balled the piece of paper up and threw it down on the kitchen counter-top. He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
“Naw baby, a deal is a deal. Cancun and Cristal woman.”
“Are we still on for Cancun and Cristal, I would totally understand if you have second thoughts.”
“No, Cancun, Cristal, and remember, Jamaica is on the menu.”
“Whatever, now since you have no chance of being that, keep your opinions to yourself until you’re asked for it.”
“Fine dammit! Do what you want to do; I thought I felt obligated to ask since we fucked.”
“Fuck!”
He walked to the kitchen table, slid the chair back, and sat.
That’s where his two brothers and cousin found him sitting in the morning.
LAS VEGAS METROPOLITAN POLICE DEPARTMENT
THE NEXT MORNING
“Miss. Hemmingway, we will ask you one more time. Who was in charge of setting up your clients?”
“Gentlemen, you are pulling at straws with my client.”
“Dammit, look at the tape,” Agent Shields growled at Ragan.
Cory, Chief Downey, FBI Agent Shields, and the Public Defender pivoted to look at the television in the far corner.
“I picked my own clients. You’ll be surprised the kinky things people pay you to do, or have done to them.”
Ragan blew Cory a kiss.
“Miss Hemmingway, you do not have to answer any more of these questions.”
“Then we have no other choice, but to charge your client with murder, and receiving stolen property.”
Sammie looked through the glassed two-way mirror and smiled. He took a sip of his coffee.
“Stolen property?”
“Yes, stealing a shipment of diamonds three years ago.”
“I...”
“Miss. Hemmingway, you were a co-conspirator in a thief-ring organized by a Crawford Huntington.”
“I have no…”
“Miss. Hemmingway, we have Mr. Jonathon Huntington willing to testify against you in a court of law.”
“Wait.”
Ragan leaned over and whispered something in her attorney’s ear.
“My client is willing to agree to the charges of receiving stolen goods, and she is willing to tell you where the diamonds can be located.”
“Miss. Hemmingway, the tape clearly indicates first degree murder, and we have several more tapes, which can be supplied to the DA’s office.”
Ragan looked at her attorney.
“The video tape shows nothing but a woman dressed in a garment, whose face is obstructed from viewing.”
Cory walked to the television set and pushed the eject button. The video tape slid out. He removed it, and slammed it down on the television stand.
“Well you can try this one on for size.”
Cory lifted another video tape from off the television stand, and inserted it into the VCR.
The tape instantly began to play.
Everyone in the Interrogation Room turned their attention to the television set.
The tape of a woman having group sex with two well-known government officials made Ragan’s attorney clear his throat.
FBI Agent Shields peered closer. He recognized Congressman Bishop on the tape.
Ragan leaned over.
“I will only agree to being on that particular tape. The woman on the other tapes could be anyone.”
“Miss. Hemmingway, some of the men on these tapes was murdered, and it would not take long for the FBI to determine, by your hands. We have several incriminating evidence found in a chest, near the suspect’s home.”
“Do not answer that Miss. Hemmingway. Gentlemen, this information is foreign to me, I would like to see it.”
Agent Shields fumbled through his briefcase. He threw more photographs down on the table.
Ragan lifted two photographs and looked at them.
“Can someone tell me what I’m looking at?”
“Yes, the items displayed outside of the pictured chest were later linked to Congressman Bishop, Senator Sharma, Senator Sexton, Governor Randolph, Senator Khorana, Senator Gillespie, Governor Franklin, and Senator Barnes.”
“And gentlemen, where were these items found again.”
Each man looked at each other.
“They were confiscated in a chest near a residence,” Cory added.
“Whose residence?”
Agent Shields looked at Chief Downey.
“They were found at the back door of Miss Rajeen Whitlow’s residence.”
“Yes, as we established, the same woman on the tapes, the real killer. Gentlemen, you are wasting my client’s time, and mine. Receiving stolen property, and I would like a plea bargain for my client.”
“Until we have a written confession in regards to these gruesome murders, and the murders of other non-government officials by your client’s hands, no deal.”
Ragan looked at her attorney.
“But...”
Agent Shields massaged the tension in his neck. He took a deep breath.
“Miss. Hemmingway, we have been at this for over twelve, hours, you are wasting the government’s time.”
“If I elaborate any further, I would need protection.”
“Protection?”
“Yes, the men in those tapes are ruthless and powerful, I need protection. If not, I do not talk, and I will not sign anything.”
“No deal.”
“Listen, I had evidence that could place people in high places behind bars for a very long time.”
“People, such as,” Agent Shields asked.
“The list is extensive from a Catholic Priest, several Congressional Representatives, and Judges. I need protection dammit.”
“And where is this list?”
“I discovered after my recent trip to Louisiana, that someone was clever enough to have stolen it.”
Agent Shields remembered Nadia’s words.
“Is this evidence contained in a black book?”
“Why yes.”
“Miss Hemmingway, do you know a Rajeen Nadia Whitlow?”
“Yes, the real killer..., and..., and the woman on the tapes, and last I heard, who is the Las Vegas Slasher, and the New Orleans Serial Killer.”
Cory rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. He looked down at his watch, and then looked up.
“Miss. Hemmingway, this Police Department will give you until this afternoon for a written confession. If not, what will follow, are charges for receiving stolen property, arson, and murder in the first degree.”
Ragan twitched in her chair.
“Dammit do something,” she hissed at her attorney.
Ragan’s attorney stood.
“Gentlemen, you do not have any concrete evidence, which would hold my client beyond twenty-four hours.”
Cory walked around the desk, and stood Ragan up. He turned her around.
“Miss. Hemmingway, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present now and during any future questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed to you free of charge if you wish. Do you understand your rights?”
“Yes.”
“Miss Hemmingway, I will request bail to be posted, after you’ve been arraigned.”
“I can’t stay in here, dammit, I’m innocent!”
“Kill Kill...”
“No, make them stop.”
Everyone in the Interrogation Room stepped back.
Cory reached down for the pair of speed cuffs on his duty belt.
“Kill Kill.”
“Can’t you hear them, make them stop, please.”
Ragan covered her ears with both hands.
“Kill Kill.”
Ragan reached backwards and lifted Cory’s gun from out his holster. She grabbed her attorney around his neck, and placed his presence in front of hers.
“I need for everyone to put their guns down.”
The door opened.
Chief Downey, followed by several police officers crowded the Interrogation Room.
Ragan backed up against the wall.
“If anyone moves, I will kill this bastard.” She pointed the gun at her attorney’s temple.
“Kill Kill.”
The audio voices in her head were getting louder.
“Make them stop.”
Tears slid down her cheeks.
Ragan shook her head. She banged the barrel of the gun over her head.
“Miss Hemmingway, I suggest you put the gun down, before you end up dead!” Agent Shields hollered.
“The only person, who will end up on this floor, is him.” Ragan cocked the trigger. “Now move away from the door.” Everyone looked at each other. “Dammit move away from the door!” Ragan screamed.
Chief Downey looked at Cory, and then over at Agent Shields. He shook his head for everyone to comply.
Everyone stepped aside.
Ragan inched out the Interrogation Room.
“Pull the door close.”
Her attorney pulled the door close.
Several police officers had his or her weapon drawn.
“You flinch with that trigger. I shoot this mothafucka. Now, move the fuck out the way!”
Ragan inched down the corridor.
Cory opened the door.
Everyone rushed into the hallway.
Cory, Chief Downey, Agent Shields, Sammie, and several police officers looked on.
Ragan entered the reception area.
Jonathon and PJ heard the commotion.
Both looked up.
Jonathon rubbed over his sleepy eyes, and then blinked them.
“Nadia?”
“Boss look at the eyes. That’s not Nadia, that’s Ragan.”
Jonathon stood.
“Wait boss, you want me to do her?”
“Stay cool man.”
Jonathon walked over to the exit door. He hid behind the side of the wall.
Ragan backed up.
“That’s right everyone stay co...”
Everything went black.
Ragan dropped to the floor.
The gun hit the surface and fired. A bullet ricocheted from off the bottom of the reception desk and hit a chair.
Several police officers ran to where Ragan’s body laid. Her attorney looked down.
“Next time do not interfere with a police matter,” one of the police officers advised Jonathon.
“I was hoping there will not be another time.”
Jonathon shook his hand. He looked down at his swollen knuckle, and then at the side of Ragan’s face where it had turned a deep crimson.
Sammie ran over to where Jonathon stood.
“How did you know?”
“I know the woman who I’m searching for, and that’s not her.”
Several police officers assisted Ragan to her feet and escorted her to the back of the precinct.
“Sammie, where the fuck is Nadia. I want to be on the next plane out of here!”
“Mr. Huntington, until this shit is resolved, we will just have to wait it out.”
“Shit,” Jonathon expressed.
“Mr. Huntington, I will be at the arraignment later on today. I will make absolutely sure that bitch never leaves this precinct. But right about now, I could use a fucking drink.”
“Did that bitch mention where my diamonds are stashed.”
“No, but don’t worry about that, she will.”
BALTIMORE WASHINGTON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
“Well young lady this is where our paths must end.”
“Thank you for paying for my ticket and taking me shopping.”
“I’m hoping you would have done the same had the tables been turned.”
“Yes I would have.”
“Flight number 123 to Las Vegas, Nevada now boarding at gate 8.”
“Do you really think I will be judged fairly?”
“Yes, and I slipped a little extra cash for you inside your ticket holder.”
“You are so kind.”
Nadia hugged Mr. Asa. She laid her head on his shoulder.
Fatherly arms hugged her in return.
Nadia started to cry again.
“Young lady, if you need anyone to talk too, or visit someone. You have Mr. Asa in Baltimore, Maryland.”
“Thank you so much.”
Nadia sniffled and inched back.
“You will be all right young lady.”
“Last call for flight number 123 boarding at gate 8 to Las Vegas, Nevada.”
“That’s your calling.”
Nadia turned around and watched the passengers boarding; she looked back at Mr. Asa.
“When I get settled, I would like to come and visit you again.”
“Make sure you bring this military man, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of war stories to swap.”
“If fate allows it, I will.”
“That’s all we can ask for.”
“Thank you so much Mr. Asa.”
“You’re welcome; you better get going, before you miss your flight.”
“Don’t forget, the name is Mr. Manuel Addison, and a Lieutenant Cory Haines, and make sure that you advise Mr. Addison, to have live press coverage. The more people around, the odds of me not getting shot on the spot are greater.”
“Young lady are you sure about this?”
“A very good friend once advised me that, and I quote, “I remember in my military days, you never ran from the enemy, you must think of a decisive way to strike him first.”
Mr. Asa smiled.
“I reckon you will make an excellent military man’s wife.”
“Thanks,” Nadia stated with exuberance.
“Make sure you strike them where it hurts, with your intelligence, and do it with your head held high. I believe in you, and so will everyone else.”
“I will.”
Nadia stepped back. She smiled at Mr. Asa, turned, and walked away.
Mr. Asa watched Nadia walk to her boarding gate.
Nadia turned around and waved.
Mr. Asa waved back. He turned and walked away after he saw Nadia walk up the ramp and disappear. He walked outside of the airport terminus.
Mr. Asa fished inside his trouser front pocket, removed his cell phone, and flipped it open. He dialed the operator.
LAS VEGAS TIMES NEWSPAPER
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
“Dale, I need you down at the Police Department, where Nadia is being held. The public has not heard anything else concerning this case.”
“Mr. Addison, when are you going to go public with the tapes?”
“I’m holding off for now.”
“Is that a wise move sir?”
“I’m giving the government enough time to come up with their side of the version.”
“Mr. Addison, we all know this so-called other twin is the real killer on those tapes.”
“Dale, I’ve been in this business when you were still wet behind the ears. I reckon the government is trying to clean up the embarrassment hammered on Congress. Which means, I will have to wait until the cover-up has been broadcasted on live television, whereas, I can produce the tape that I have. Otherwise, if I play my hand too soon, this newspaper could face many criminal charges, and a slander lawsuit.”
“In other words, you’re waiting for someone else to tip the pot.”
“Yes, and then we will reap the benefits, of getting Nadia out of this mess, or…”
Manuel’s desktop telephone rang.
Dale glanced over the context of the press conference he put together. He wanted the viewers to know that Nadia’s place of employment is standing behind their Investigative Journalist one hundred percent.
Manuel lifted the telephone receiver from out the cradle and placed it up to his ear.
“Las Vegas Times Newspaper.”
“Yes, can I speak to a fellow name Addison?”
“This is Mr. Addison, can I help you?”
“Yes, I was to get in contact with you about a young lady name Nadia.”
Manuel snapped his fingers.
Dale looked up.
“Go on, what about Nadia?”
“She wanted me to tell you, she wants you to meet her at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department.”
“Is this some sort of joke?”
“I’m a military man, and I have too little time for jokes. She wanted me to tell you to have several reporters there, in case someone tries to shoot her when she surrenders.”
“Who is this?”
“The name does not matter. I suggest you do as she says, I hold that young lady’s welfare in my hands, and I do not want any bloodshed on my hands, especially hers.”
“What flight is Nadia on?”
“She is on flight 123 arriving from Baltimore.”
“Thank you for the information Mr...”
The telephone went silent in Manuel’s ear.
Manuel hung up the telephone.
“Weird people out there trying to make a fast buck,” Manuel mumbled under his breath.
“What is it Mr. Addison?”
“Some nut called and stated Nadia told him to call me, and I am to be at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department, with plenty of news stations.”
“Do you believe him?”
“Hell no, Nadia is in the custody of the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department.”
“Smart man.”
The telephone rang again.
Manuel lifted the receiver from out the cradle and placed it back up to his ear.
“Las Vegas Times Newspaper.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Addison, but this young lady told me to tell you, “Now go out and find me a story.”
Mr. Asa hung up in Manuel’s ear.
Manuel hung up the telephone.
“Dale find out what time Nadia’s flight is due to arrive in Las Vegas, and I want every news station available there.”
“Mr. Addison, you can’t be serious about this tip.”
“Now dammit! And go out and find me a story.”
“Yes sir.”
Dale jumped out his chair, and ran to the door.
“Very clever Nadia, well what else would I suspect from my star Investigative Journalist.”
LAS VEGAS METROPOLITAN POLICE DEPARTMENT
LIEUTENANT HAINES’ OFFICE
“Chief, with what we know about the suspect in custody. I think if we dig further. Our findings will reveal she’s the Las Vegas Slasher, and possibly the New Orleans Serial Killer.”
“Lieutenant Haines, we may have gotten lucky, but the fact still remains. We need to speak with Miss. Rajeen Whitlow; her DNA is connected to Miss. Hemmingway in a very disturbing way. I say we…”
Cory’s telephone rang.
“Hold on.” He lifted the receiver from out the cradle and placed it up to his ear. “Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department.”
“Is this Lieutenant Haines?”
“Who’s asking?”
“Yes, I was asked by Nadia to contact you.”
Cory held up his hand to Chief Downey.
“In regards to what sir?”
“She wanted to surrender her presence to you, and only you.”
“Who the hell is this!”
“No questions asked.”
“Sir, you could be arrested for harboring a fugitive.”
“Not harboring, just relating her message. She will be on flight 123 arriving from Baltimore. Please give me your word that you will be there.”
“Oh yes we will be there all right.”
“For a man who promised her dinner at a fancy restaurant, and seeing her in a particular red dress, you do not sound like you care about the welfare of this woman.”
Cory stood.
“What flight will Nadia be on again sir?”
Mr. Asa smiled.
“She will be on Flight 123. The woman is frightened, but I can say she is innocent.”
Mr. Asa flipped his cell phone down in Cory’s ear.
Cory hung up the telephone.
“What was that all about?”
“I’ll tell you on the way to the airport.”
“Airport?”
“Yes, Nadia is about to surrender.”
“This could be a prank.”
“Not with that red dress she had on.”
“What?”
“Nothing, let’s go.”
“We need to get Agent Shields.”
“No, she wants to surrender to me, and I be damn, if they treat her like she’s a criminal.”
“Technically she is, until the evidence proves otherwise.”
“Chief, as a favor to me, let’s do this quiet. I do not want anyone to get hurt, especially Nadia.”
“Okay, we will do it your way.”
Copyright©SKC-2020
Published 21st Jun 2020
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A Chapter From One Of My Published Novel. I will be bringing Ragan's Chapters to the forefront .. "This is a very long chapter"
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Great hot poem. Brother's Keeper is my poem. So I like your title. Keep on writingl
24th Jun 2020 00:52am
Thank you my poet for keeping up with this novel, and taking the time to read and then commenting
