Texas born twins Cilia and Iris Hunter were brought to Brooklyn, New York and given up for adoption at the age of one. But their foster mother Ms. Pat never cared about them and only adopted the twins for a check from the government, leaving Cilia...
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Keshawn walked up to Nancy's diner with the partner he was assigned with for the day, officer Newman. Newman was a new officer on the force. She was a twenty-four-year old thick Black woman the color of a Snicker bar. Tianna Newman was her full name and even though she was a rookie, she was making a really good come up in the police force.
Keshawn opened the door to the diner and made a hand motion for Tianna to enter first which she did. Tianna smiled from ear to ear, walking in as Keshawn took a glance at her big, round backside.
He walked in after and immediately they got a few looks. Nancy's diner was a country spot that a lot of Whites frequented. It was obviously an open area to all, but it was almost like an unspoken rule that mostly Whites went there. Some people turned away and others boldly watched just to be nosey.
The two officers approached the White female hostess who smiled at them. She had black hair and seductive green eyes. Keshawn had to say she was very pretty and he noticed how hard she was looking at him; because that was nothing new from women when it came to him. But she barely looked old enough to work here and little girls weren't his preference.
"Hey sweetie," He said in a completely friendly way, "is Nancy in?"
"Yes she is, give me one sec, okay?" 'Natalie' chirped.
"Okay." Keshawn said back, giving her a quick finger wave as she sashayed off toward the back.
"Give me one sec, okay?" Tianna mocked in a high pitched voice, rolling her eyes.
Keshawn chuckled, "You jealous?"
"Boy please, not even..."
Just then an older White lady who seemed to be in her mid-sixties came from the back. She had shoulder length blond hair and thick glasses. She looked back and forth between the two officers, but mostly directed her attention on Keshawn, remembering him from his prior appearance three weeks to a month ago after the murder that took place at her diner.
"Ah yes, the tapes, right?" She said snapping her fingers. After Nancy's diner had become a location to a murder, she immediately thought her business would sink. Humans had their superstitions and people didn't exactly want to eat at a place a homicide had taken place; but surprisingly business has boomed and it was like even more people wanted to come through just to say they've been there.
