DETECTIVE ROBERT KIMBROUGH'S POV
I grab some coffee and a bunch of creams and about 12 packs of sugar. This coffee is nasty as hell and needs all the help it can get. I greet a few comrades and head away from the briefing room. Whoever killed that old lady in prison knew to avoid those cameras. And that rec room was so crowded, they knew to start a riot, that was a planned hit on Debra Moore.
And Debra Moore was Aisha Tolliver's maternal grandmother. And my partner, Detective Nelson, she swears it's Delontae Tolliver, behind the whole shit.
//HOMICIDE DETECTIVE FALECIA NELSON//
"Benson!" I hear my partner's voice suddenly yell, speak of the devil, and I turn around to see her glaring around the corner at Officer Benson, a rookie cop that runs her errands.
"Mam- I mean - sir- I mean-" the rookie cop stumbles in fear of of my notorious female partner, Homocide Detective Falecia Nelson. I want to laugh but I hold it in.
She glares at him.
"Boy-- you betta -- where's that file I asked you for this morning?" she asks Benson.
"I have it right on my desk," he hurries to tell her.
"Why is it not in my hand Benson?" she demands.
"I'm going to get it right now for you," he sits his coffee down and runs to go get the file.
"Time of the month? And yes, I'm sexually harassing you," I fuck with my partner.
"Fuck you Kim. I'm on one," she tells me and I follow her into her office.
"What's up, for real, you only get like this when one of our cases fucks with you, so spill it," I say and sit down across from her. I eye the board in here and the pictures and arrows she's strategically placed on it.
"Delontae Tolliver." I say to her and nod. Of course that's what it is, she's obsessed with the Tolliver case.
"You know what gets my fucking goat?" Nelson points her ink pen at me.
"Alotta shit, but what in particular?" I ask her curiously.
"Fuck you Kim! It's his wife. His fucking wife, you know when I went to that house for Flossy James's homicide? She wasn't his wife yet. And her every word was WE. 'We figured this we figured that -- And Tae told me to do this, and Tae told me to do that, and Tae said it so it must be true' that's how she started every fucking sentence, that was her attitude. lLike she had no mind of her damn own," she tells me. I nod. Okay.
"And? She's docile. Every woman's not a dominating bitch who shoots bad guys in the ass for fun like you do. That's not a crime," I chuckle.
"Fuck you Kim! I'm for real. Something kept fucking with me about Lorenzo Butler's death too. I know he ain't shit and it was a heart attack and he was close to damn death anyway but -- something kept fucking with me. And now that Debra Moore is dead. I finally figured out what it was," Nelson tells me.
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AISHA: AISHA GOT IT
RomanceBased on a true story. She's been the object of his O.L.D. (Obsessive Love Disorder) since her birth. And now he's the object of hers. WARNING: Delontae aka Tae is VERY EXTREMELY dark and don't give a f**k about nothing or anyone but Aisha until he...