THIS IS A DOUBLE UPDATE READ 17 FIRST
Chapter Eighteen:
GRADUATION
Cashed out, my neck is frozen
Careful when we're mixin' potion
Slashin' like Guns N' Roses
You got options, but I been chosen
To deal with you the way you like
KATYA ROSALYN TOKEN
(kuh•tee•yuh)
"Your name is Katya Token, correct?"
Nodding at the detective, I tried to fight the nerve to bounce my leg as Kamille sat in my lap.
"I'm Detective Mase and this Detective Smith."
The black man stayed silent while staring a hole in my face as his partner who was a young white girl continued jotting things down. All four of us just sitting in my living room awkwardly.
Stripper pole in the corner and baby toys all over likeee..
"So you were there with the victim the night of the shooting?"
"Well I wasn't there with him, I was working and he came up to me to talk."
"About?"
"He tried getting me to do something for him and his friends a few weeks ago and I said no. He was upset I guess." I half-lied, pulling Kamille's blanket out of her mouth like I found myself doing all the time.
"That's why he grabbed you?" I nodded at the black man, getting a slow nod in response. "About five minutes earlier you were talking to what looked like two men. What's the name of the light haired man?"
"I'm not sure, it never came up."
"How do you know him?"
"Well I was working a section with my friend and one of them were in the section. He paid me for a private dance and then walked me to his car for extra money."
"You prostitute?" Detective Smith questioned me, a frown on his face. "Or was he giving you extra money for nothing?"
"For nothing, I'm charming I guess."
"So" The white lady spoke up again. "A minute or two later we see you talking to another man with black and ... blonde?... hair for a few minutes before he grabs at your hips and you push him off. Who's that?"
"One of the guys he was with. He was just flirting and I wasn't going for it. Same thing with Tadoe."
"Are you sure you don't know Tadoe any more than you're saying?" The black man leaned up after a minute of swiping on his iPad — showing me camera footage of the night I got laced. "That's you right? Across that young man that's earlier seen with Tadoe's shoulder?"
"Mhm" I hummed, pulling the baby back when she went to reach at the iPad.
"Were you intoxicated?"
"Yes, I was"
"We asked around at the club you work at, and we were told you were drugged. Is that true?"
Was about to cry and shit.
Intimidating the fuck out of me.
