New York Detectives (Book 3)

Chapter 17

"Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way
Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?
You got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah, that's the super bass
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
He got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
He got that super bass"

I turned the radio down and smiled, unbuckling.
"Just in time, too. " I looked up at Sherlock, who looked annoyed.
"How do people like music like that?!" he asked and I laughed while shrugging.

"I enjoy it because that's how I feel around you." I said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. I opened the door and slid out of the seat, cursing as I shocked myself on the car.

"Six floor, flat 34. His name is Dave Thoms." Sherlock said and I smiled.
"You know me so well. Oh, and please Lock; don't forget the red velvet cake." I said and closed the door, waving to him and I turned, walking to the apartment building. I opened the door and had cool air blasting into my face.
I walked inside, wiping my feet on the 'Welcome' mat, then walked to the stairs. I jogged up them, feeling my breath become harder to catch by the third landing.
"So, am I not gonna be able to run with you?" I mumbled to my stomach as I slowed my pace to a walk.

I reached the sixth floor, panting lightly and I leaned against the wall, catching my breath.

"OK," I sighed "let's get this interview."
I walked down the hall, looking to my right, finding the black number '34'. I walked to the door and knocked, taking a respectful step back. The door was being unlocked and unbolted when my phone started to ring, and I scrambled to turn it off.

As I slid the bubble to the 'dismiss' button, the door opened. I looked up as I put my phone away and smiled.

"Hello, I'm Destiny Holmes." I said, not wanting to give my actual last name. He raised his brow and crossed his arms.

"Your husband was already here; and like I told him, I'm not giving that interview." He said and I nodded, putting my hands on my hips, making my stomach a bit more emphasised. The bump wasn't big, but it was getting more noticeable.

"Now, I don't know if you can tell, but I'm about 14 weeks pregnant. I just walked up six flights of stairs, and I'm tired as Hell. I am craving cake and I haven't had any in weeks. So, in simpler terms, I'm pissed. " I snarled, turning my stare into a glare.

"You'll give me that interview, because the man you interviewed is in danger. My boyfriend showed you the badge and gun. Sadly I don't have my badge, but I do have my gun." I stated, and the man looked frightened.

"Fine. But I don't have much time. I have to be at work in half an hour." he said, standing aside and letting me inside. I thanked him and walked past him, resting my hand on my stomach and looking around.

"So, when you talked to Mr Maiden, did he seem nervous?" I asked as the man walked from the door.

"Yes, he did. But I am working for a company that will either 'yay' or 'neigh' him." Hw smirked and crossed his arms smugly.

"Sorry to say this, but that's every company that interviews. " I stated and his smirk slipped away.

"When did you interview him?"

"Thursday. It was his only day off." he said as he started to walk down a hallway, presumably to his bedroom.

"Where did you interview him?" I asked as I took the opportunity to actually look around.

"In the lobby of The Empire State Building." he said as he came back out and when I turned around to look at him, he was only in jeans, his shirt in hand. I looked down and shook my head.

"Alright, after the interview, did he get into a car that already had a driver, or did he get into a car that he drove." I asked and I heard him sigh, but the sigh was right behind me.

"A car that already had a driver. " He said, lightly trailing his hand down my back. I turned sharply and started to walk backwards.

"Thank you, Mr Thoms." I felt my back hit into the wall and started searching for the doorknob. He started to walk towards me, smirking.

"I can tell you like what you saw, and you tried not to look again. Just do it, Ms Maiden." he said and I snapped my look to him.

"How-"

"Mr Maiden has been waiting for you to find him. You're not very good at being a detective. You keep looking in the same spots, but what are you going to find? Nothing!

Because we leave no clues behind. We make sure not to give you much." I continued to slowly slide to my left, looking for the doorknob. I finally found the metal and turned quickly, getting ready to open the door and run, but it was being held from the other side.

I turned the knob and shook the door, trying to get it to open.
"Locked from the other side, Ms Maiden." Dave said, and I turned to threaten him, but he brought a vase down to the side of my face. I stumbled and fell to my side.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog, and as I looked back up, Dave stood there; golf club in his hand. I clenched my jaw and gulped.
"G'night, Destiny." he said and acted as if he was really going to T the ball.

"Fore!" he brought the club back and swung. The iron hit into my jaw and my head snapped back, then slammed into the wall behind me. I tried to keep my eyes open, tried to fight off the pain, but Dave put his hand over my mouth and nose.

Making me pass out from lack of oxygen.