Who Killed Aylee?

Chapter 23

Patrick Silas

1 Year 23 days later

" I can't find her Aylee." My cigarette is getting low and I threw it in the garbage after pinching off the burnt part. " I have looked everywhere. It's like she's on another planet. Every lead I find I hit a brick wall."

I have listened to the two 911 calls over and over again for over a year. It's been too long since I laid my eyes on my star. " I can't give up. I need her. I want her back. I need to lay my eyes on her. Hold her close to me and bury my face in her hair. I would kill for a night watching her sleep next to me. To listen to her talk about Aylee and I tell her about astronomy. Hell, even reading to her. Watching her face quietly think in the candlelight as her brows connect making those perfect lines. Just for me to kiss her and come back to earth.

Every day I sit on this bench and talk to Aylee. It's like my church. Now I know how Penelope felt talking to her. She's a great listener.

I broke down eight months ago and saw Penelope' s dad Leo and all he did was laugh at me and call me a love struck idiot for falling for his daughter. Said she is not worth having now. She will come back used and abused. I had to leave before I lost my badge killing him.

Six months ago I went and talked to Thatcher. He just stared at me. Looking right through me. When I asked him where she was he told me I would never see her again; I needed to learn to live with that. So I asked if that's what he did with Aylee after he got her killed his entire body tightened and I just watched him lose his mind in his orange jumpsuit and cuffs. Both of them have seen better days. But seem to be filling their time working out.

The last one I can possibly get help from is Miller. I pace back and forth then I see the man that used to have long uneven dreads. Now has a quarter inch of black hair and no facial hair. His white jumpsuit is tight from how much he has been working out. I am sure he has plenty of time to do so.

" Silas man, how are ya, snitch?" He asks with a smirk. " Jackie, meet Silas the rat in the club. He was a friend, so we thought it turns out he was doing my girl and ratting us out."

" Oh cry about being a worthless piece of shit. Plus she was never your girl." I tell him as we sit. The room is darker than most. " Where is she Miller?"

" Tell me something. Did she do that thing when she came where her skin went warm and she let out a raspy moan. She liked to moan my name when I made her come. How about with you?" His head tilts to the side and he taps his pointer finger on the metal table. " I always loved her smell. She smelt like a fruit." Pineapples but I would never give in. I know exactly what he is talking about and it pains me to know he saw her like that.

" Where is she?"

"Why would I ever tell you?" He laughs.

" Is she alive?" I ask

" It's been a year brother, she's long gone by now. Even if they didn't fuck the life out of her. They killed her by now. She's to rough and strong for Crystal." He slams his hand on the table. " She's dead, Silas. You fucked her enough to last a lifetime. Your not getting her back."

" Crystal huh?" I ask, smiling the smirk leaves his face realizing he fucked up. I knew if I kept at it he would give up something. A crumb of a detail.

" What do you mean?" He asks. trying to cover it up.

" One way or another. I will find her even if it's bones in the ground I will find her. She was the innocent one in all this mess and you fucked with her head for long enough." Standing he stands too.

" I will give you info. I want a deal." He brakes. Just like that he fucked up and crumbles.

" What do you want?"