The Boondocks~My Other Half

Chapter 7: The Missing Model

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Chapter 7: The Missing Model

Riley had his arms around Cindy as they lay under their covers. He felt himself flinch at the morning light and buried his head in her hair. Cindy rolled over to face him and made a lazy morning smile. "Wanna get up?"

"Yeah right."

She laughed as Riley pulled her on top of him. She leaned down to kiss him, but got interrupted by her ringing phone on the nightstand. Riley groaned. "Just leave the fucking thing."

"Hol' on, baby. I ain't going anywhere." She reached over and took the phone, answering it without reading the caller I.D. "Murph, what up."

Riley heard the man on the other line speak quickly, and frowned when Cindy's face scowled. "Nigga what? Aight, I'm on my way!" She cut immediately and rolled off Riley, rushing off the bed.

Riley sat up in shock and watched her pull her underwear on. "Fuck happened?"

"Jassy gone!"

"Say what?!"

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Jackson held to his head a towel with current melting ice cubes. Riley and Cindy had just arrived and sped up the driveway when he was being interrogated by the cops.

"Look, man, I don't know what happened! We just fought and she locked herself in the room. I had a drink and boom, everything went black."

The cop was scribbling in his notepad.

Cindy and Riley jogged up to them. The place was swarming with police. "Jackson!"

"Riley, Cindy? Thank God! These people think I had something to do with it. You fucking believe that?" He flinched at his own snapping when he felt a sharpness in his head.

The man, investigator Wolf looked up, startled. "Now we didn't say that, Mr White," the investigator said, "Were just interrogating--"

"Sir!" Another investigator dressed in a suit walked up to the three, pulling off white gloves. "We didn't find anything. Whoever took Miss DuBios was sure good at hiding his tracks. There no signs of a break in, nothing."

"Dang, no evidence at all?"

"None except that white substance that was put in Mr White's champagne. They're remains of it all over the carpet."

"Take it to the lab and do a run on it immediately." Wolf looked at the three. "Stay back while we do our job, please." He and the other investigator walk back into the mansion.

"Shit!" Riley wanted to hit something, but he just threw his hands in the air. He marched back down to the car and Cindy rushed after him, "Baby wa--"

"This can't happen again, Cindy," Riley leaned on the hood of the Ferrari and put his head in his hands. "Not again."

Cindy pressed her lips together.

Eight years ago...

"Ay!" A fifteen year old Cindy pounded Riley's door. He hadn't been to school in a whole week, nor did he ever appear on the basketball courts, or anywhere else really. "Reezy, I know you in thar! You gon open this door and tell me why the fuck you being such a bitch before I break it down!"

"Whatchu want anyway?!" The door swung open and Riley appeared with an annoyed look on his face. He looked like a bum. "Bitch can't you just fuck off?!"

Cindy crossed her arms. "Bitch?! Nigga--"

"Look, I'm sorry, aight?!" Riley held his hands up and stepped back into the room. Cindy followed him. She frowned when she realised that literally the whole room was clean, no dirty Riley side.

"What the hell...Reezy?"

Riley crashed on his bed with his arms spread. "McHater liked it like this..."

Cindy leaned on the hood close next to him and wrapped his arms around him. "We'll find her," she whispered in his neck. "We will find her."

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"Supermodel Jasmine DuBios had been reported kidnapped last night after a verbal fight with model, and her fiancé, Jackson White."

All news about Jasmine's kidnap had spread around the media like a wildfire. News, and even reality tv had mentioned bits of it. Tom DuBios along with his wife had been cornered since. Tom looked the same aside from his lightly wrinkled skin and grey hair mixed with the black. Sarah looked the same as well aside from the rare grey strands of her in her blonde locks. A reporter had shoved a microphone in his face, "Mr DuBios, mind telling us how you feel about this whole thing?"

Sarah shook her head, but Tom took the microphone anyway and said, staring at the cameras, "Jasmine, princess, I...don't know if you're listening to this, but...your mother and I love you, and we will find you. Its a promise." He gave the microphone back.

"Mr DuBios! Mr DuBios!"

"Wait!"

The cameras were really flashing then. "Alright that's enough!" The bodyguard led the two away into to their limo before any harassing could begin.

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"No flipping way."

"What?"

Hiro held his phone up so Ming could see the news feed he recently saw. They were being driven to the airport at the time. Ming's eyes widened in horror, "What?!" She snatched the phone from him and read the news again, and again, "How?!"

Hiro sighed. "Jasmine..."

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Caesar had to continue his tour. He was heading to Brazil for his next show. After a shower, he walked back into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around his waist. He grabbed the remote and switched on the tv before tossing it away and getting dressed.

"Supermodel Jasmine DuBios had been reported kidnapped last night after a verbal fight with model, and her fiancé, Jackson White."

"Jasmine, princess, I...don't know if you're listening to this, but...your mother and I love you, and we will find you. Its a promise."

Caesar stared at the television in shock. His body dropped butt first onto the bed. He leaned forward with both hands covering his mouth. "Are you fucking kidding me..."

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Detective Richard Wolf was just going through his papers when someone in the forensic team entered the his office. Ramsey Temple. He was holding in his hand, a small transparent bag with white pills. "Detective," he spoke, placing the bag in front of him, "We found out what it is."

Wolf leaned back in his seat.

"Its called the 'drop and run.' Very suspicious, we made some calls and found out that these drugs are made and distributed only to agents in the government. If White's champagne had more than even one of these things? He could've died. Whoever used them knows what he's doing...and somehow has an alliance with someone in our top."

Wolf picked up the bag and looked closely at the pills. He sighed and ran a hand down his face. "This one will be a tough one to crack."

"If our team found Jasmine, you know the publicity our agency could get? The promotions? Man, we've got to crack this one, Wolf." Ramsey sat down in the seat across him. "Who'd want to kidnap a doll like that..."

Wolf glared at the pack. "And why..." He stood up suddenly, gathering some papers along with the little bag. "Temple, get someone from the government on the phone. We've got some inspecting to do."

"I know those people fund us, but they don't exactly like us, Richard."

"Well, they wouldn't ignore a case like this. It practically spread all over the globe. Let's get to work."

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