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Scowling at the mirrored window, this was the last thing she needed when returning to L

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Scowling at the mirrored window, this was the last thing she needed when returning to L.A. to sell her place. Deciding on the jet here that she would officially uproot to Jacksonville to be with Maurice, cutting off all ties to L.A. The first thing on their to do list was to take the test and finally figure out what God has in store for them, before taking the correct measures to get her place on the market. But as soon as she turned up, she found herself quickly taken into police custody for questioning, leaving Maurice at the place by himself.

"Ms. Fenty, how are you?" A clean cut, well dressed American man asked as he made himself comfortable on the seat opposite her.

"Been better, but thanks!..." She shrugged with the effortless roll of her eyes.

"I'm sure! With your boyfriend missing and all..."

"He hasn't been my boyfriend for a while now! He left me for some blonde bimbo he found at the club." She admired the man as if she had seen him before. It finally coming back to her that he would sporadically visit the strip club with a group of the guys. Never once did she pin him as a police officer though!

"Do I know you?" She asked curiously, knowing full well she did. She was quite good at remembering faces, especially when she got more personal with them...

"And how long ago was that?" He asked, ignoring her question entirely.

"About two months ago now... We got into a massive fight before he left, if that helps" She looked down at her hands as she picked her nail polish, getting bored on the plane she painted her fingernails and then Maurice's just to pass the time.

 We got into a massive fight before he left, if that helps" She looked down at her hands as she picked her nail polish, getting bored on the plane she painted her fingernails and then Maurice's just to pass the time

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"A fight? Like an argument? About what?" The officer suddenly became increasingly interested in what she had to say, taking notes in a notepad and attempting to study her all at once.

"I covered a shift for my friend at the club, you know, Paradise Alley... He found out, since we agreed I wouldn't perform anymore, and found me during one of my private sessions with a client. When we got home it turned into a full on fight, my ribs were broken, and I had a few stitches here and there." She shrugged as if it was nothing, but it had the officer scribbling notes.

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