Chapter 32

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2 Months Later

Zion

"Babe lets go. We have to get to the precinct," I yelled from downstairs.

Nick came in the kitchen spraying his cologne and went in the fridge. He gulped down his water bottle and sighed slamming the bottle on the table surface.

"You good?"

"This therapy shit ain't going no where-"

"Nick shut up. You're doing fine. Faiza is gonna pick you up in an hour while I go to the precinct with Jewel," I said and he rolled his eyes.

Jewel came in the kitchen and I looked at her stomach. She was showing. A smile tugged at my lips and she looked at me questioningly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked.

"Your stomach... you're showing," I smiled and she blushed.

I walked over to her and hugged her tightly. I kissed her forehead and she released me.

"Come on lets get the show on the road."

-

Brandon: What are they saying?

Me: Hold up

I locked my phone and paid attention to the detective.

"So the car was a dead end. Unfortunately. But we did find out information about his dad. He has a lot of weird slots in his files. In other words... his reputation is weirdly clear. Looks more like he bought himself a way out of situations."

"Sounds about right for a rich white dude whose father owns a company," Jewel groaned and I nudged her.

"Zion you know I don't give a fuc-"

"Anyways.. anything else?" Zion coughed cutting me off.

"Next week I need Rosemarie Smith and Brandon Arreaga to come in to do their statements. So once we catch him we have enough to throw in court and be prepared," he replied.

"Next week? I'll let them know they can come back. Thank you detective."

Nick

"Nick one more step you can do it," Faiza reassured.

I fell to the ground and I groaned loudly in defeat. She took a deep breath and sat in front of me.

"I'm fucking tired Faiza. I'm tired of this whole false hope shit-"

"It's not false hope. It's called believing in your own strength and your own destiny. You're fucking spoiled Nick. You complain about shit most people would find pathetic-"

"Excuse me? I lost my fucking leg-"

She got to her feet and yelled, "No you didn't! It's right fucking there Nick! It just needs help!"

I got to my feet and glared at her.

"ITS USELESS FAIZA! I CANT TAKE MORE THAN FIVE STEPS!" I growled getting close to her.

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