THE VICKERS

Chapter 2

"Why can't we go to the police Devin?" I asked. I paced across the empty room while he sat calmly against a wall. How could he just sit there? I couldn't believe our sister was kidnapped and we were just here, doing nothing.

"We can't go to the police Darius. What are we going to tell them huh? That we were making an illegal drug exchange when a black van rolled up and took her?" he said sarcastically.

"You told me you weren't going to do that anymore," I whispered but it was loud enough for him to hear. 

Devin looked up at me, wide-eyed, then hung his head realizing his mistake. Despite the situation we lived in, I didn't want my brother to get caught up in anything like drug dealing. He didn't directly join a gang but sometimes just to make a quick buck, he'd do a pickup and drop off. Still, it was dangerous to even be associated with that business.

"It was the last time Darius. We just needed the cash to get some food and supplies. It is getting colder and your jacket is torn", he conceded.

I looked down at my dark blue jacket that had a gaping hole at its hem. It had gotten caught on the fence, I was crawling under, trying to get away from Mr Wong. He was the owner of the convenience store I often stole from.

I didn't believe him. He may be able to lie to those girls just to get a quickie, but we were brothers. I could see right through his bullshit.

I didn't say anything though. It wasn't worth it to argue, we had bigger problems. I went and sat beside him.

"So, drugs? That's what you delivered to those guys?"

"Yes, and in turn, we got some cash and two untraceable phones," he said taking out the phones and the roll of cash from the front pocket of his jeans.

"What kind was it?"

"I don't know, some kind of pills or something" I could tell he was getting irritated as he rolled his eyes.

"How much cash did you get?" I ignored his irritation. He sighed heavily.

"$500, but not all of it is ours though. Marcus gets a percentage." He said. 

I jumped up then the realization hit me. Marcus.

"Wait! Marcus!"

"Yea, Marcus. He's the one that brought me the deal last ni-" he furrowed his brows at me, confused at my sudden surge in energy.

"No! Marcus! We don't have to go to the police. We can go to Marcus he's still an officer right?" I was getting excited as my voice went up a few octaves. 

"Yea, he must have just gotten off his suspension by now. And keep quiet" Devin agreed. He got up and walked towards one of the window openings. He took out one of the phones from the bag and tossed one to me. He used the other to call Marcus.

Marcus Nicholson was Dahlia's boyfriend, or at least, one of them.
When they met, he was a young police officer, fresh out of training. He had arrested her for shoplifting just over a year ago.

She never made it to the police station though. The two ended up banging on the back seat of the police car. She had done it to avoid being sent to juvie and leaving us.

I'm not sure why Marcus did it. They had an interesting relationship. He was a good officer until he got involved with Dahlia. It meant he had to keep her secrets. He helped to get rid of videotape evidence of her shoplifting. It was a mutually beneficial relationship.
Whenever the police got called on her, he was the first to show up. We would even get a heads up if they were looking for Dahlia or Devin.