All The Odds

Forty-eight

"Sorry I'm late, I didn't want to come at all." Biggie grumbled walking up to a pacing Iverson in the lobby, where he had been impatiently awaiting his arrival. Biggie dropped his much heavy faux leather bag in a seat nearby and let out a whoosh of breath through his mouth, facing his friend squarely, hands on hips and everything.

"Now explain to me again, in person, how you managed to find your family and lost them in a single day?"

"Beats the shit out of me." Iverson grunted like he had a bad case of diarrhea. "She said she lived next door and was a friend but when I went back there myself and spoke with the estate manager and a few other residents it turned out the last tenants of the house next door was a gay couple, who moved out forty-eight days ago and neither of their name was Kenny.

"Blue has been living like a hermit, she doesn't know any of her neighbors personally and she admitted that she haven't seen this Kenny person before until today when she showed up as a concerned neighbor with a police officer that she called?"

"Wow." Biggie whistled lowly while shaking his head.

"This is more than just a wow case, shìt just doesn't make any sense. Why would she call the police and then turn around to kidnap my daughter?"

"You're right, it's more than just a wow case." Biggie said thoughtfully and folded his arms on his chest. "Wow wow wow. Have you made any official report?"

"Of course, like hell I'm doing what that stupid note said. I want my daughter found, and fast!"

"How is Bella holding up?"

"She's much calmer now, I think it's the effect of the drug. She had to be sedated when I first told her." He explained with a pained look and his fingers balled into fists beside him. "She's in a bad place, Biggie, without adding a kidnapped child to the mix."

Again, Biggie shook his head in empathy. "What else do we know about this Kenny person?"

Iverson turned around and started walking down the corridor without another word and Biggie took it as a cue to pick his bag and follow behind. "That Kenny person is going to be the reason I end up in jail when I get her." He promised vehemently.

He'd thought this was a very bad joke at first but it was nearing midnight, four excruciatingly long hours since Aldo gave him the news and still no sign of Lyric or that damn Kenny person.

He pushed open a door with [private 7] plastered across it and Biggie followed him in, a nurse stood beside Blue's bed taking her temperature, heart rate and blood pressure but both their eyes riveted to the entrance at the sound of the opening door.

Could be wishful thinking but Iverson thought the worried wrinkles on Blue's forehead lightened out the moment her weary eyes found his. They were bloodshot, those eyes, and generally she looked frail and vulnerable lying in that bed. Like a woman that had been dealt a heavy blow by none other than life itself.

"I'll be over there." Biggie pointed at a paramount shelf with a clear surface he could set his laptop and other devices he needed to start their investigation and sauntered over to the corner, leaving Iverson rooted at the entrance and lost in his thoughts. 

He tried to rub off the weariness on his own face and calm the dread that made his heart plunge to the pit of his stomach each time realization hit him with the sight of Blue on that bed. His daughter was missing, probably in danger. No, most definitely in danger. Who knew what this Kenny person was capable of, or whether she was working alone.

Good God. Cold fear tore at his inside with the thought of his little girl in the midst of some crackhead gang. And here, the woman he loved was under suicide watch, too.