Taylor Theodore is a PI hired by the FBI to work on an unofficial case surrounding the rising rapper, Ari Brill. Through a lot of tough leads and dead ends, Detective Taylor realizes that Brillari (aka Ari Brill) is innocent. When they join together...
Today was a regular day like any other, since I had gotten my private investigator license and I could legally put it into use. I would wake up, then look at my phone for any calls after I put my name into just about any media outlet I could reach.
I would shower, then I would make my way to my computer, and I would work. Of course, looking into random celebrities and digging through their past works type of work...you know, until I get real clients.
Anywaysss.
Today started off like a regular day, until I received a call when I was making my way out of the shower. My phone had been so dry that the ring almost scared me. I answered in just my towel, my dripping hair falling onto the scratched screen protector.
"Hello. How can- may I help you?" I answered.
"Is this Taylor Livia Theodore?" a monotone voice asked. Well hold on, wait a goddamn minute. Who is this on my phone saying all my business? "Um, who is asking?" I questioned with a little bit of attitude.
"Detective Gambino, I work with the FBI. I would like to speak with you on some non legal matters. This is completely voluntary and actually quite a privilege."
"I- Um, alright." I don't know what to make of this, the FBI calling me? "What time? What place?"
"Hmm, McDonald's. I'll send the directions and time," the woman said concisely. She hung up without another word and I was left stuck to stare at my phone. The feds? A moment later my phone dinged and I received the message. Again what could they want with me? It must be because I'm a private investigator, but I haven't even done my first real case yet.
It's not like I could refuse either.
Did something serious happen to someone I know? I immediately thought to ask my parents for advice, especially my mother, but remembered that we weren't on speaking terms. I'm not even sure if it was legal to tell them about it. It felt illegal to even think about this. I opened the message and read the place and time. Only two hours to get to somewhere maybe twenty minutes away from me.
If this was something serious, I needed the perfect outfit. Not too crisp or they might think I did whatever it is I'm there for. Too causal and they might think I'm careless. Well, whatever it is, they said it was a privilege. It can't be bad. I worry too much. If I had done something they would tell me. I should just dress like me.
I dried off and threw on a random t- shirt that stretched to my mid thigh, giving the rest of my body time to dry that wasn't already. I pulled out my blow dryer and plugged it in the wall. I didn't turn it on yet though, I grabbed my leave in conditioner and began applying it in my semi dry hair lightly. I started briefly drying my hair then I went back and sectioned it. Once in sections, I combed out those parts then applied the rest of the leave in into my hair.
I twisted it and blow dried the twists, then went back to the bathroom to dry my hands. I went inside my closet afterwards and picked out something I usually wear, trying not to stress about my day. I had only been a PI for maybe a few months. I had worked hard for my license. I had waited days for a call from a client. No one.
No one but the FBI today.
I took my hair down and untwisted it. I couldn't wait until I got passion twists next weekend. That is, if I had enough money to spare. Comfort was becoming a foreign word and I now question if I chose the right life path. Hopefully this meeting with Detective Gambino will change my life a little pocket wise if this is such a privilege.
I left the house with my homemade cup of coffee. I made my way out of one story house down to my dark blue Ford. I unlocked the car and sat my cup down. I looked around casually then got inside. I really was curious and scared at the same time about this entire FBI thing.
I locked the doors and started my car. I waited for it to warm up since it was a little chilly today. Houston weather was bipolar. It had been hot as Hell yesterday.
I eventually pulled off, hoping that driving would warm up the car some as my mother always suggested. I let the fluid wash over my windows and the wipers flip away the very thin layer of ice over the window.
I stopped slowly at a stop sign and continued. Sprinkled Sunday's was a quiet, new little neighborhood with townhomes and houses that were really cheap. It just felt like something other than money was missing in my life right now. I felt like a 40 year old woman. I felt like I was conflicted with my purpose in life.
I'm Taylor Theodore, 5'6, stem, black, born and raised in Texas, Muslim parents, I like to squirt water out my nose, I love the color yellow currently, and I've gotta thing for aggressive and dangerous kinks. Who else could I be?
Becoming an adult just has me questioning a lot of things.
When I arrived at the McDonalds, I left my coffee in the car and turned off my car slowly. Nothing about the McDonald's seemed out of the ordinary, but this whole situation was. I'm stupid, what if it wasn't even a real agent? What if someone was going to kidnap me? Why wouldn't they want me to come down to an office or something for my first time meeting them?
I slipped the gun I always kept in my glove compartment under my little hoodie, and locked my car. Now maybe my nervousness was more justified. Something about this screamed that my life was about to change. I could only hope for the better.
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