Queens, New York
December, 2021
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Onika's pov.
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I look at detective Roosevelt feeling my blood boil, I tap my leg furiously under the table trying to hold my anger in.
"What do you mean this is not enough evidence!?" I tried to keep my voice at a reasonable sound but I couldn't keep it civilize anymore.
I play the audio I recorded of the conversation Beyoncé and I had in her classroom yesterday.
"Are you really to tell me this isn't enough?" I look at Roosevelt like she had two heads.
Roosevelt sighs, picking the papers off the desk. "Why does your teacher feel so comfortable telling you about this, hm?" She asks.
I let out a loud groan. "Are you really questioning me about that when there's hardcore proof that she knows about what happened to Gabby!?" I couldn't believe this right now.
"Maraj..." Roosevelt trails off and I already know that she's about to spit some bullshit. "You look like you've lost 4 pounds since I last saw you" She scans my face. "Are you eating?"
I look at her in disbelief. "I'm worried about finding my brother's killer and you're here worrying about my diet, wow!" I roll my eyes.
Roosevelt scoot the chair away from the table. "Go home and study, Maraj... exams are near" She finally stands up, walking towards the door before turning around "Stop living in the past and start worrying about the future, your future" She gives me one last look before opening the door and leaving me all alone in the cold dark room.
I smack my lips; I stand up from the chair and walk out of the precinct. I can't believe they basically shut down lead evidence.
I open the door to my corvette and got in. I drive to the nearest bar. After reaching the unknown bar, I got out of my car and lock it before walking into the bar.
I look around seeing unfamiliar faces, they were mostly redneck, and I can tell this was a biker's bar. I walk towards the bar and took a seat on the stool, and I wave the bartender over.
"Howdy" The bartender thick Texas accent was on display, she throws the white towel over her shoulder waiting for me to tell her what I'll be drinking.
"Black label on the rocks, please" I smile at the white blonde girl. She nods, walking off to make my drink.
I look around the bar seeing some white men with matching tattoos on their forearm playing dots while some was hand wrestling.
"Here you go, darling" The bartender says making me turn around to meet her.
I slide my card towards her and grab the glass of black label she prepared. "Keep them coming, yea?" I smile at her and she winks before walking off again.
I didn't waste any time, I swallow the dark liquor and scrunch my face up at the taste. I look down seeing she already made me another one.
As I was going to down the next glass, I felt two bikers sitting at the side of me. I didn't pay them any attention and continue to grab my drink, swallowing the liquor.
The biker slams his large hand on the table "Roxy!" He shouts to the girl behind the bar. The other kept watching my every move.
"What, Patrick?" She rolls her eyes.
"Why you do have an attitude, darling... Get me a hypnotic on the rocks" He says and the girl simply rolls her eyes again before walking off.
The biker that kept watching me decided to finally speak "What are you doing in this bar, huh?" He asks.
