Loving Becky

Chapter Seven: Dirty Work

 A few days later, the phone in my desk draw rings. I unlock it and answer it without second thought. "It's me." Her voice is quiet. "I found something about the wreck. The detective that buried it is working on Vincent's murder case. Can you try to get them to say something about it?" She asks.

"Not while they're investigating me. I'll put Francis on it, and I'll get it to you next week." My office door opens, Alice is standing with a women close behind her. She looks pretty damn old. "Detective Granite is here to speak with you." She announces.

"Oh my god, Roman! That's her." Becky exclaims in my ear. "Hey, I'll call you later." I hang up and silence the phone before locking it back in the draw. "Thanks, have a seat Detective." She does so as I dismiss Alice. 

"What can I do for you?" I act friendly but not enough to kiss her ass with. Just a little. "I just have a few questions regarding your friend Vincent Ku Dinoff. If that's alright with you." She pulls out a pen and notepad out of her purse.  "Yep, ask away." I motion for her to begin.

I've been through multiple interrogations such as this, they hardly bother me anymore. More or so because I'm a better liar now.

"Let's start with how you two know each other." She chimes with a big grin on her face. Clearly, she's been doing this awhile. "Well, I don't exactly know him that well. I've never really worked closely with him since he was more or so my dad's business partner. Then they had a fallout before my father died." I keep still and hold direct eye contact.

 It's really easy to get caught up in a lie. I've always avoided that by just telling half-truths. Those can't count as a lie, you know. "How would you describe their relationship?" That's simple, Vincent hated my dad's guts. My father though always felt bad for him. He genuinely thought that Vincent could change for the better.

"I don't know entirely, my father tried to keep us away from his work, you know. So, I barely saw the guy. But from what I did see, my dad did what he could for Vincent. He cared for him like a brother." I explained. I want to cut this conversation short but that might give her the wrong idea.

"I hope you don't mind me asking but," my phone suddenly rings. I grab it from my pocket to see that it's Alice. I want to exhale in relief, but I keep it in. "Do you mind if I take this, my daughter's calling me." I point to my phone as I speak.

"Yes of course, take your time." I smile to her before I stand up. I put some distance between us as I answer it.

"You okay, hunny?" I say in a worried tone. Alice giggles on the line, I'm assuming at the sound of my voice. "I figured you would want my help." She says, cockily. "Well did you call your mom? Never mind, I'll just come get you, okay? I'll be there in a bit." I couldn't stand the thought of actually having kids.

"You are adorable." She says before hanging up.  I then turn toward her. "Sorry about that, but I need to get my daughter from school. Maybe we can finish this another time?" She stands up with a smile on her lips. "Yes of course, I hope everything is okay." Alice comes in to escort her out of the building. 

"Fucking cops." I mumble to myself. In my office, I keep a closet of extra clothes just for days like these. I change into a suit and find my fake FBI badge before going out the back. I drive myself to the building behind the police station, where they keep all of their evidence and files. 

At the entrance there is a young officer, he's all skin and bones. And he looks like he's new to this. "I need access to your files, please." I flash my badge quickly. "Now would be great." He scrambled to open the gate and apologized a few times as I walked past.

The few times that I've came here there were older, grumpier officers. I always had to just knock them out in the past.

It takes me awhile to locate the box, when I do, I opt out on going through it and just take the whole thing. She might find it useful. If not, then I'll just have no choice but to bribe Granite. Which would be difficult depending on what Vincent already gave her.

On my way back I notice a group of what looks like kids swarming a black Corvette. I recognize it as Francis's car and immediately pull over. They are banging on the windows and shaking the doors like psychos. 

I get out to fire a few shots in the air to get their attention. "Who raised you, shits." I exclaim. None of them took the hint to piss off, which makes me roll my eyes. I fire two more shots, this time both were kill shots for the first people in my line of fire. They finally got the hint after that and booked it. 

Francis was knocked out cold in the driver's side when I got to him. I drag him out of his car to put him in mine. "I fucking hate people." I complained the whole rescue mission. He didn't regain consciousness until nearly thirty minutes later. I had already been at his place by then.

I was in the kitchen talking to his wife and their three security guards when he jumped up from the sofa. "Hey, look who decided to join us." I say with a smile. He seems agitated by the sudden movements he's making. His girl, Tahja, makes her way over to him. "Are you okay. baby." She asks in a soft voice.

"Where the fuck am I?" His response is aggressive though. He must not have recognized her because he grabs her in a rough manner that sets in our concern. We move quickly to separate them. "Woah, woah, woah! Hey calm down." I say as I push him away from her. "You're at home, alright? You're safe man." I look him in the eyes as I assure him. 

Slowly his demeanor softens as he drifts back into reality. "Some asshole rear ended my car. That's all I remember. Sorry I thought," He begins to speak but I stop him. I just don't think he needs to explain himself. "It's okay. I'm so glad you're okay." Tahja explains as she pushes through us to hug him. 

   Honestly it pains my soul to see him get hurt. And knowing that people have the balls to do it is the real kicker. Pedro really shouldn't have done that. He should have learned through Vincent that I don't fuck around when it comes to my family.

It's late when I check the time. "I'll check in on you tomorrow. Take care." I say as I turn to leave.