New York Detectives (Book 3)

Chapter 19

I walked onto the side walk, stomping the cement as I took large strides. Why Sherlock thought that it was alright to put his pregnant girlfriend in danger? It stumped me.

I looked around at the people, smirking at the evening traffic. It was about six, so everyone was getting off of work, going back home to Long Island, Rhode Island, Manhattan, or Brooklyn.

I stood beside the group of people, waiting to cross the street, looking around and smiling to myself. The light turned red and the sea of people on both sides started to cross the street.

I looked up and saw the sky turning red and orange. I stepped up to the curb and took a right. I went to go for the cigarettes in my pocket but froze.

You don't have your cigarettes, Destiny. You threw them out.

I pulled out my phone and text Mary, asking if she had been awake. I slid my phone back in my pocket, and walked to the curb again, hailing a taxi.

The yellow car pulled up beside me and I opened the door, sliding inside. The sensation of finally being able to sit in a comfy seat felt fantastic.

"And where am I taking the lovely lady?" Thw cabbie asked and I looked out the window.

"The older country road. As if you were leaving New York, heading West." The road had never been named, the he sign had worn off long ago.

"Why all the way out there?" He asked and I shrugged.

"News to revisit some old memories. The last building will be a fine drop off." I notified him and he nodded.

"How many months?" He asked and I smiled, resting a hand on my stomach.

"Three months."

He smiled and pointed to a picture on his dashboard.

"Cecil, Mark, and Vindigo." He pointed to the three children and I smiled at the picture.

"They're beautiful. I love Vindigo's name. Quite unique." I stated and he smiled, nodding.

"My wife named her. She couldn't quite decide if she wanted Violet or Indigo. So, she had came up with different combinations with the name, until she had a dream; 'Vindigo' was the outcome."

"Well your wife is a smart cookie." I stated and he laughed.

"Thank you."

The rest of the ride was silent after that. The buildings were lessening, as were the houses. And the last building was in view. I pulled out my wallet and looked to the box with my fee.

"Hun, your little money device, gadget wasn't on." I stated and he smiled, looking at me and shrugging.

"Oops? No charge, Ma'am. You've made my night a little bit brighter." He stated and I smiled, sliding $80 into the money slot.

"Thank you, but I'm giving you a tip. You deserve it, Hun. You have a great rest of your night." I smiled at him and got out of the car, waving to him as I started walking. The sidewalk came to a stop, the end starting to crumble from weather.

I took a step off the sidewalk and began to walk down the side of the road, my feet crunching the gravel. I found a familiar path, the size of two cars together, bumper to bumper.

I turned down the path and into the secret hideout my gang and I had made. The trees were the perfect blockers, and there was enough room to park our vehicles, and have a barbecue or a bonfire.

I could still hear the laughter and the cheers. I could hear the sounds of a hundred conversations, but couldn't hear a word since ones wrapped up in talking with someone. There wouldn't be any drinking, and if there was, everybody's keys would be taken away and hidden until the next morning.

I laughed lightly and looked around, walking across the dirt to the benches, which we'd stolen from the back of a thrift shop, and placed them around the sitting area. The benches had vines growing from them, and they poked warn from the years of not being used.

I went to the one where you'd be facing the vehicles and you could see the entrance; your back was to the trees. This was where I would sit, making sure everyone was going to be alright, and if someone was drinking; I'd see them and have someone take their keys.

There were13 members in the group, and each of them were loyal. We got put into jail, someone would bail them out. Someone needed a place to stay? Our homes were open to them anytime they needed.

You messed with any of them, and I was the one you'd have to face.

We've had our fair share of fighting within the group. If there were two, or more, people made at one another; we'd keep them separated for three days. We'd talk to the members about what happened and why they were at one another throat.

"I miss those days." I mumbled to myself, running a hand through my hair.
"God, I really do."

I stood up and walked back to the entrance of the hideout, and took one last look at everything.

"Until we see each other again." I chuckled and left, starting to walk back the way I came.