Blood Bandits

4.

Kenneth Baxter above

We were just sitting in the parking lot of the next family members house of the victim in this file. The last house was a bust. It was so long ago that they had no recollection of what happened to their ancestor but they did hear about it. It was a middle aged couple but it was the wife's ancestor who was murdered.

"Feels like Antartica in this damn jeep Mina, roll the windows down." Kenny complained, reaching for air conditioner but I popped his hands before he touched it.

I pointed my index finger at him, "Don't touch the air."

"But it's cold." He whined like a child.

I rolled my eyes and ripped his jacket that he had hanging on the back of the passenger seat and tossed it to him. "You're cold, put your jacket on."

He sucked his teeth but put his jacket on. "Man, whatever. After this, I want to eat."

"We just ate, you can't be hungry." I shook my head, briefing myself on the next victims file.

Alicia Granger. She was a bi racial woman, twenty-five. Her hair was a sickening blonde but it wasn't natural. Green eyes and light brown skin. I took in all of her details, I wanted to know a bit about her before I went into this house bombarding her family with questions.

"That chicken sandwich was horrible. The bread was so thick it was like swallowing cotton." He griped, looking over at the file I was holding.

I scoffed and shook my head at him. "It's been five years and you still haven't changed."

He smiled and shrugged, "Was I supposed to?"

"Nope, now come on." I said, turning off the car and climbing out of the car.

The house was small and old. It was red brick with white outline. It was kind of run down but it was probably house that was passed down to each person in the family. That was actually how it worked with house down here. Hardly anyone bought these types of houses or any house for that matter unless they were new. Most of the old houses were pass down to each generation. The door of the house was red and chipped. By this time, the sun had gone down and was hovering behind the trees.

As I made my way up the old crumbling steps, Kenny was just now climbing out of the car. I sighed and watched him scramble onto the sidewalk. He straightened out his uniform and dusted himself off.

"Are you done?" I asked, crossing my arms.

He finally reached the steps that I was on and used to his elbow to move me out of the way.

"Excuse you ni--"

"Shut up and be professional." He hissed at me, reaching out to knock on the door.

I looked up at him like he's just grown three heads. See this is why we would never be able to work together.

"I was going to ring the doorbell." I pushed his shoulder, making him stumble to his right.

He pushed me back. "Well you didn't."

Our bickering came to a halt as we heard the locks being clicked and the knob turning. I straightened out my blazer and plastered a fake smile on my face as the door opened.

We were met with face to face to a short older woman in the door way of the home. She had dark brown eyes but her mouth held a slight smile. Her skin was medium brown, her hair was neatly placed into a bun.

"Hello, we're sorry to intrude but my name is Amina Lafayette I'm with the New York Daily Times, and this is officer--"

"Sergeant Kenneth Baxter with the New Orleans police Department. We were wondering if we could asked you a couple of questions?" He asked interrupting my whole spill.