Her Game Plan

CHAPTER TWO

Agent Brian Parker sifted through the pile of files and paperwork on his desk. "Damn it what was I missing?" he asked himself; " A shit load of lobster and crab, if you don't come with us to the Boiling Crab tonight"; " Guys night out again Parker", " You missed the last one " he said, jokingly; Agent Dale Banks was his name and he and Brian had been partners with the Federal Bureau of Investigation for three and a half years now and they considered each other good friends. Dale was a whopping 6 ft 5 in. and he was in great shape. His chocolate brown skin and shiny bald head was a plus for lots of women, and he couldn't seem to keep one. I mean, every weekend was a guys night out for him. He saw women only in passing, that was the office private joke, either when they were passing out in his bed, or passing a lie detector test. He was a player, and he still had many to conquer at the swift age of 32. He was skilled in marshal arts and weaponry. Brian on the other hand, had skin like caramel, light brown eyes and curly brown hair with tiny little blonde strands that stood out, especially in the sunlight. He was 6 ft. 3 in. and had a very athletic build, an avid kick boxer I might add, and his 21 weeks of training in Quantico was was not in vain. " Aw man, Brian said; with a little chuckle, "I can't mess with you dude, I just reopened the Reynaldo Gutierrez case". "I got work to do". "Parker that case has been cold for over two years now, why are you so interested?" Dale asked inquisitively. Brian looked at Dale and paused, "I'm gonna need you on this one man, there has been a homicide in Georgia that has Reynaldo Gutierrez's signature all over it" "This just might be the break we need to crack this fucking case wide open", Brian said frankly;. Dale walks back toward the door, he raises his eye brows, "Parker, I'm all in, but let it be after the Boiling Crab tonight" he said jokingly, laughing all the way down the corridor. Brian looked at his desk, and then his watch, grabbed a few file folders and followed after Dale. " Hey Banks, wait up, I think I'm in the mood for seafood tonight".

Beverly had a long day and she still felt a little uneasy still about the break in, but she decided she was not going to let it get the best of her. She made the decision to carry her piece again and that gave her a little comfort. She was not afraid to use it, if she had to. She wanted to wind down and get ready for her evening. A woman named Vanessa she met in Miami and herself had become fast friends and occasionally they would go out for dinner and drinks. Tonight,they were going to the Boiling Crab and Beverly looked forward to it. She loved sea food and good wine and she needed this tonight. The last few weeks she had been really busy with her business, and the meetings and contracts she had been dealing with were keeping her very busy. She really didn't have a personal life. The fact was, she didn't let to many people in, she kept them at a distance for their own safety. As far she knew the Reynaldo Gutierrez case was closed and she was ready to live life. She was only 29 years old and it was time.

She got out of the shower, and dried herself off. Beverly was really fit, she kept herself in shape. She worked out 4 days a week and ate pretty healthy. She had curves in all the right place. Some might say her ass was too big, but having a fat ass was finally accepted in society and she no longer had to hide it. She put her Chanel lotion on and her two carat diamond earrings. She was going to wear the little black dress she bought from Neiman Marcus. It was really cute and she pulled out the red bottoms to go with it. She laid the outfit out on the bed as she pulled up her thong, "Voila", she said casually. In no time she was dressed and ready go . She picked up a clutch off the dresser, put the finishing touches on her face and concluded with her lip gloss. She picked up the big bottle of Coco Mademoiselle and sprayed just a little on the back of her neck, then she dabbed her wrist. She grabbed her bag off the couch that housed her 38 Caliber hand gun and took it with her. As she left her house she set the alarm and instructed siri to call Vanessa. "Hey girl, I'm leaving now she said, I should be there in fifteen minutes, oh and by the way reserve our favorite table if you can, I 'll see you in a few girl". She chuckled and hung up the phone. Her Range Rover was sick, and it was fully loaded . Tan leather interior, and it had rims. She loved it, its the only thing that resembled a ghetto scam to get rich, but she didn't care. It was an expensive trinket, and it kept her in check.