Famous (The Soul of the World Book 1) by David Skato (best book reader .txt) 📗

“Wilcox fucks around when it comes to pay raises and bonuses, but he got that house money hanging on his wall.”  At first, Jessi just laughed along, not knowing what that meant. She found out that it’s a direct reference to being enough money to buy a house.

Her head began to idealize. “I can take at least one of them with the bat before they get a shot off. If I choose the right one, I might be able to jump through the glass like batman.”

She quickly dismissed the thought and settled down, knowing that if they wanted to kill her, she couldn’t do anything to stop it. She was in their grasps.

“These two gentlemen are from the F.B. I. They have a few questions about your partner.” Wilcox stated.

“Where are your badges?” She countered, nodding in the direction of the gentlemen.

“Mason, just cooperate!” Wilcox demanded.

The taller guy steps towards Jessi’s chair. “I’m Agent Harrison, and my is my partner Agent Ford. How well do you know Mr. Wade?”

“That’s original,” She states, smirking as she rolled her eyes and sighed. She then bounces back into serious mode.

“Well enough,” She snaps.

“Did you know he was accused of gunning down an unarmed man when he was a beat cop?” Agent Harrison asked.

“How about how he has multiple accusations of abuse and use of force? Even beating one man into a coma,” Agent Ford added.

“Why are you telling me this?” Jessi asked.

“He’s dangerous, and we want to know where he is. We know that he will contact you sooner or later.”

“I don’t know. I haven’t heard from him,” She lies.

He called you last night,” Agent Harrison countered.

Jessi froze. Her mind starts racing. “How long have they been tracing my calls? Or are they tracing his calls? Either way, she was fucked. Think Jessi, think.”

At last, she had an idea.

“Well. Yes. He said that- He said that something happened. He was hysterical, and then he just hung up. I didn’t know what that meant.”

“Is that all he said?” Agent Ford asked.

“Yes.”

“You sure? “

“Yes. Look, I know he loses his temper. He has hit me before. And his wife, Sandy, she’s my friend. She told me Dontae’ beats on her daily. She confided in me. She told me the last time we talked that he found out she was cheating. So, when he called me last night, I was scared for her. I was going to go check on her after I talked to him. I didn’t want to assume, you know - Give him the benefit of the doubt because he is my partner.” Jessi even managed to spring a tear from her right eye. “Is Sandy ok?”

“She’s dead. And Wade is the prime suspect,” Ford explained.

“No, no, no, this can’t be happening,” Jessi cried. “She can’t be. I just talked to her. We were going to go shopping next week.” She put her head down, trying not to overdo it.

“Okay, Ms. Mason. That’s all for now. If you hear from him at all, let us know.” Agent Ford says as he opens the door.

“Ok. I can’t believe this. I hope he burns in hell for what he did.” She stands up, hiding her eyes, and b-lines it directly to the restroom.

She enters a stall, lets the lid down, and takes a seat. The fake tears stop. She places her face in her palms then looks up, breathing a sigh of relief. She thinks for a moment. Before she realized it, a single tear rolls down her cheek. This one was real.

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Dontae’ pulls up to a small church just outside of town off a dusty road in the middle of nowhere. The outside reader board reads: “Psalm 13:1.”

Dontae’ didn’t know much about the bible, nor was he very religious. He went to church when he was younger but not once as an adult. This was due to a traumatic experience he had when he was thirteen. Because of his mother’s addiction to alcohol and his father all-out abandoning him, he was bounced from foster home to family members and back again. This particular time he was living with his aunt, who only agreed to keep him because there was a nice government check in it for her.

“That lil money they give me ain’t even enough to feed your mouth.” She would always complain.

He really hated her. I mean, as much as you can hate family, which in his case was a lot. His aunt had a friend that would always come over. There was something so strange about how she looked at him. It was so seductive and uncomfortable that Dontae’ left the house whenever she would visit. One evening while Dontae’ was doing his chores alone in the house, the woman came to visit. He opened the door and stated that his aunt wasn’t home and would be back shortly. The woman insisted on entering the house and waiting. Although he knew this was a horrible idea, he didn’t want to seem disrespectful and be put into a boy’s home. The woman entered and sat on the living room sofa. She patted the seat next to her.

“Come over here for a sec and let Nana talk to ya.” She grinned.

Dontae’ thought about it for a second and started to ease over. He slowly took a seat, being careful not to touch the strange woman. Her hair was in these funny twists with gel sticking her edges to the side of her scalp like dried paint. Her smile was pretty but behind those shinny white teeth was something sinister. She turned his head with her index finger and went in for a kiss. Dontae’ was frozen in time. She did all the kissing while he cringed and tried to move backward. She grabbed him by the back of the head and forced her tongue down his throat. He took his hands, unintentionally placing them on her breast, and pushed her to the floor. There couldn’t be a worse moment for his aunt to walk