Trails Of Blood

Chapter 3

Picture of Aubrey

Song to the side

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          The following morning I took a taxi right over to the hotel bringing over pan dulce for us to snack on I checked on my boss informing them the status of the story, they gave logged me in for on the job. We already had a set dynamic that I preferred to work off and on the clock which made the job all the more exciting.

          Sipping the breath-taking warmth of the champurrado the radiating taste spreads leaving me to crave for another taste just to restart the cycle of the buzzing experience, moving to New York left to experience all the different cultures that Texas didn't have. The splendid foods from local neighborhoods to discovering the diverse communities were amazing, yet the sad part in it all was how those communities will be discriminated or racially profiled.

         A part me tried to release stories like those the six years ago when it was hardly spoken about publicly, but the stories never hit the fan just like many other prominent journalists before me. Each and every-one of us were struggling to bring to the light of the situation that Blacks and Hispanics are going through, it was a long reach goal that one day there will light shined on these reports that were endlessly targeting innocent people.

          This case was comparable to all those others but the only thing kept creeping its way back about victims being sucked dried of blood, it was a laughable theory that shouldn't be near to real something I shouldn't be thinking of until there was more evidence. Everything about this investigation seemed off, if we made it to the library I expected we could find out what's the secrecy behind these students deaths.

          With Aubrey out the case they were working on a new case for another police department informing Franco and I that they needed some time to thoroughly think over our proposal, it was a difficult pill to swallow but not hard enough to accept. There were so many things beautifully exquisite places about New York that would light a person's day, but to know that Dan frightened Aubrey was a slap in the face.

            I was going to have to follow him use anything against him to get that disgusting piece of shit back in line or else I'll sing like a canary; he wasn't about threatened anyone, let alone the people I love in my city looking out the taxi window I smiled to myself shoulders back, ready for the day ahead with a fresh pair of eyes.

            Arriving at the hotel I waited outside with brown bag that two pan dulce's were in tossing the emptied foam cup in a trash bin I leaned on the railed fence that was protecting withered flowers I looked forward to the collective stores neighbored knitted. The library was going to open in an hour which left us enough room, tapping away the faint smell of coconut and sweet vanilla cream lavished through the air fulfilling an embracing aurora. 

             "Ready?" Reopening my eyes I didn't even notice that I was intertwined with his scent it was as if we were close to combining until he grounded me back to reality.

             Recollecting myself I straightened as he stood in front of me, deliberately leaving space between us with a hyped nod I offered, "I bought you a pan dulce, they're really good." Attempting to take one out Benjamin hastily shook his head.

              "It's okay, maybe later." I shrugged digging right into mine hungrily.

            We walked down the street until I hailed us a taxi giving the woman the correct address instead of the library that I have mistaken were set to go New York public record, "Your the boss, how are we going to do this." Benjamin asked wearing the same attire with a different color.