TWENTY-FOUR
QUEEN & GHOST
HOUSTON, TEXAS
"WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW HIM, MRS CARTER?" Detective Keating asked, continuing the write in his notebook. His partner, Detective Lee stood behind him, with his arms crossed. Tina sat next to Beyoncé as her daughter sobbed. The mother shook her head and soon felt her eyes growing blurry. She never thought she would be filing a missing person's report, especially for Shawn. She didn't understand how this could have happened. Shawn was always surrounded by security, this just all seemed so strange.
"I-It's been about a week. He and I don't call each other much but we've never gone this long without at least texting each other." She admitted, her lips beginning to tremble.
Ghost left yesterday and he made it clear, that he would contact her via the burner phone he provided. Once the police became involved, everything regarding Beyoncé would be heavily monitored; including her phones and laptops. Luckily, before he left last night, he had deleted all their calls and texts just in case the police confiscated her phones.
When Julius woke up, he couldn't remember any details from the last couple of days and Beyoncé dismissed him. She pointed out that he wasn't feeling well and should be in his home resting.
Solange paced in the large kitchen, her eyebrows furrowed together. "What about your stalker?"
Beyoncé's lips formed a hard line and she turned to her sister. It seemed as if all the blood on her face disappeared because she was white as a ghost.
"Remember the person who kept putting notes in your room while you slept?" Solange continued and Tina gasped. "Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry, Mama. I didn't tell you because they stopped after a while. It was nobody important."
"You had a stalker?" Detective Lee asked, his eyebrows furrowed together. Beyoncé nodded, wiping her tears away. "I've had thousands. Being a celebrity isn't... easy."
"Did the last stalker talk about hurting you or your husband, Mrs. Carter?" Beyonce clenched her jaw, she wished they would stop calling her his name. Even in death, he still had control over her.
"No." She lied easily. "They stopped contacting me a couple of months ago and if they did something like this, they would have let it be known. Shawn has been missing and it's been radio silent. This is someone else."
"Someone else?"
"Maybe, one of Shawn's enemies. I know he has a lot because he's fucked over so many businessmen." She mumbled, remembering her conversation with Ghost.
"How are we going to pull this off?"
"The night I killed him, he was dancing with a couple of women, two of them. He was pulling their hair while shoving his tongue down their throats and by the time he stepped out, he was covered in their hair strands." Ghost chuckled. "When the police find his body remains, they'll find their DNA."
She found herself smiling. "You're so good at this."
"Or maybe one of his girlfriends. He likes to bring women home from clubs and make them feel special. Then, after using them, he'll throw them out and make them feel cheap. Maybe, one of them wanted revenge." She whispered before shaking her head. "Fuck ass nigga."
"Beyoncé!"
"Naw, she right, Mama. It's been fuck Shawn from the jump! I can't believe we ain't see nothing wrong with a 30-year-old dating an 18-year-old. And you made her stay all this long." Solange agreed and Tina narrowed her eyes. "He could be dead, Solange."
YOU ARE READING
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 & 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 | 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄
Romance"I don't care if we on the run, baby, long as I'm next to you."
