Why Can't We Find Them?

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(Edited, but not really lol)

Two weeks later, Cookie sat in Lucious' office. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she didn't know where he was. Thirsty searched day in and day out, and still came up with nothing. It was like he fell off the face of the earth. They had handled any major enemies, so there was no one she could think if that would have it out for her husband still. But then again, someone always has it out for Lucious, whether she was aware or not.

Things weren't easy for the family either. She found herself depending more on Leah to help with Haven than she wanted to. When she finally got into contact with Dre, he acted like everything was fine aside from the baby missing and that he just needed to recalibrate his meds. Of course, she wasn't believing it, but she didn't have time to look further into his madness just yet. She went through Lucious' desk again, thinking or hoping that she missed a small piece of detail. A note, a picture, anything would be helpful.

An slight alarming sound went off, catching her attention. She grabbed the remote, pulling up the security footage, seeing a man walking around the house. It wasn't like he was looking for a weak spot to break in, but making sure things were in line. The man was older, ancient in her book, but he seemed strange. "Got all this damn money in this big ass house and we got old meth heads walking around here like we on a corner in Philly," she spoke to herself. She stood, watching the man continue to walk the property, trying to see if he was going to do something.

When he didn't, she waved it off, turning the footage off. What damage could that old man do? She went back to searching the office, hearing her child screaming in the distance, followed by Leah's voice. "Calm down baby. I got you," Leah calmly spoke to the child. "I want my daddy," Haven whined. Cookie sat back down, fighting back her tears. She wanted Lucious back too. His side of the bed was so cold, she opted for sleeping in Haven room. She couldn't lay in a bed she shared with her missing husband.

"Mrs. Cookie, there is a gentleman approaching the front door," Juanita announced. "Thank you. Can you make something to eat for Haven please. Hopefully she eats this morning," Cookie asked as she walked out the office. "Yes ma'am. I'll make you something too. Mr. Lucious would not be happy to see you wasting away in his absence," Juanita told her. Cookie gave a half smile, going to the front door. She opened it before the man was able to knock. "Can I help you?" She asked.

The man lifted his head, his eyes still covered by the fedora on his head. "I'm looking for Dwight Walker," he said, his voice deep and smooth like butter. She tried to see if she recognized the man, but she didn't. "His name is Lucious and he's not here. Who are you?" Cookie sassed, folding her arms across her chest. "His birth name is Dwight and that's what I will refer to him as," the man hit back, still not saying who he was. "Look here old head. I don't have time for whatever game you are playing right now. The only one who calls him Dwight is his mother. So again, I'm going to ask before I close the door. Who are you?" She asked.

He took his Fedora off, hoping that a better view of his face would help her see a resemblance. She stared at him, still not putting two and two together. Leah walked around the corner, carrying a whiny Haven. "I told you, I don't trust that woman making food for my grandbaby. She might be trying to poison... her," Leah trailed off, looking at the man at the door. "Look since you don't want anyone to know who you are, imma need you to back the hell up out of my house," Cookie spat, tired of playing the guessing game.

"Cookie... that's my Joe. That's Dwight's father," Leah whispered out. Haven turned to look at the man, wiggling out of Leah's hold and walking closer to him. Cookie looked him over once again, not seeing the similarities. "No it's not. Joe is dead. Lucious saw him get killed and you look nothing like my husband," she said, not believing her crazy mother in law. "And you are not what I expected my son to end up with. What the hell did he see in you?" Joe threw out, then looked down at the 2 year old. Haven seemed calm as she looked up at him.

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