Twelve: Death is Inevitable

Goddess afternoon Royals. First give praise and worship to the all High.

She was almost finished just three more pages to go.  She turned the page and it wasn’t a title to it but she read it anyway.  As she read it her facial expression changed dramatically. 

“Guys, I think I know why Mrs. Donnell was killed or killed herself.” 

“What?” 

“This is a letter or a cry for help.”  She then read the passage. 

“How could my husband do this to me?  No how could he do this to us?  This is a disaster and a crime.  He should be punished for what he’s done.  I would go to the Sheriff but I need proof.  This is going to ruin us as a family.  Clearly, he wasn’t thinking about Susan and me when he did what he done.  This is the reason he has been acting so strange lately? This is the reason he started drinking heavily?  I can’t believe he would do such a thing.  I swear you never know someone even in marriage.  I can’t go to the Sheriff; he would kill me if he found out.  I guess I could ask the Sheriff not to say who told him.  I could call and make it anonymous, but everyone knows my voice.  Somehow, I must set things right.  He cannot get away with this.  This isn’t the work of the Lord but of the Devil himself.  Lord knows this man could go the jail for the rest of his life or even worse they could give him the death penalty.  For something like this they would definitely give him the death penalty.  I can’t help anyone kill my child’s father, my husband.  I swore to love, honor and obey him in sickness and health.  This is sick!  This is going to drive me crazy.  I must tell someone but who.  I know I will tell my cleaning lady.  I always can confide in her.  She is a good person and she’ll know what I should do.  I will just leave out the details but I will let her know what happened.  Maybe she even knows the person.  I hope not but then again, I hope so, so she can go and tell the Sheriff.  Still, I wonder will he believe her, considering.  If you ever read this Susan, know that you father is a very BAD MAN.  He did something that I will never forgive him for not in this life or the afterlife.  He will not be making it into heaven with this type of hate in his life and blood on his hands.  I have to go he is coming.” 

“That is a new break in the case, even though we have no idea what he did.   We do know one thing it took place in Baton Rouge.  We don’t know when and what but we know it is something.  I think you are right we do need to go back to Baton Rouge and trace the steps of each murder until we are back here again.”  Mickett replied. 

“I disagree with one thing.”  Hishee’ said. 

“What is that?” 

“We do know roughly around what time this situation might have happened.” 

“We do!”

“How?” 

“The last poem in the book is dated May of 1988 and then the next poem date was going to be written but never was on December of 1988.”  Hishee’ answered. 

“So somewhere in between May and December of 1988, a crime or something like a crime took place against someone, but who?  Because somewhere along that line he told his wife probably in a moment of weakness or the guilt was eating him alive.”  The Commissioner stated. 

“That is broad timeline considering the crime rate.”  He continued. 

“Actually, it isn’t.  We know several things here.  We know Sheriff Cornable was in office.  We know a time frame and we know where it happened.  We also know that crime wasn’t so much back in 1988.”  Mickett replied. 

“Also, we know why BAD MAN was carved in the concrete on the building where Mr. Donnell jumped.  We also know why, and how he became a drunk.  We also know whatever he did, is why he moved out of Baton Rouge.  We also have motive for the wife, “suspicious suicide” that is so not true.  What we aren’t sure about if the mother ever told Susan what the father supposedly done was so horrible.”  Mickett added. 

“Do we have a date and time of Mrs. Donnell’s death?”  She passed December 12th, 1988, which is twelve years before her daughter.  Her body was discovered by her daughter roughly around 12 noon.”  The Commissioner reads from the report. 

“How fucking creepy is that?   Monkeay said.  That’s roughly the time her daughter dies or was murdered and ten years before her husband supposedly commits suicide.  That is not a very good date for this family at all.”  Monkeay joked in a true sarcastic way. 

“Wow all the victims in one family happened to die the same day but in different years!  You’re right Monkeay that is creepy!”  The Commissioner agreed.

“Whatever he did, karma came right around and did it to him and his family.”  Hishee’ added. 

This blew everyone’s mind they all needed to have a seat.  Feeling some way, Mickett now had a reason to make that call.  She excused herself from the room and went into the Commissioner’s office to make her call.  When her mother answered she wasn’t so ignored with the fact that it was Ashley. 

“Hello, Ashley.” 

“Hello, Momma.” 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I’m not sure, but I need your help.” 

“What do you need my help with?” 

“I spoke to Ashlay last night and she told me that she is either losing her abilities or it might just be me.” 

“What do you mean it might just be you?” 

“It might just be me that she is unable to continue using her ability to see or help.   Momma, I’m scared.” 

“Why?” 

“Well, I’m working on this big case and the more I know the frightened I get.  It’s like a horror film that I can’t wake up from.” 

“Well, you knew there would be horrors when you chose that profession.  I know you did it for justice to prove to me that you can help others, but Ashlay got your back.  God made sure of that, that’s why he gave her the gift of protection over your life.” 

“Yeah, I know but she is telling me that she is having blind spots in seeing all I see.” 

“That’s impossible.” 

“Momma that is what she is telling me.” 

“Then it must be something wrong with you.  Something that has a hold on you that is more powerful than Ashlay’s abilities.  Maybe you should give up on this case.” 

“I can’t Momma!  I’m in too deep and there is no turning around now.  Plus, I think I’m getting closer to solving it because we just found another break in the case.” 

“All I can say is that if your sister can’t see then maybe you need to stop so she can regain focus of you.” 

“Thanks Momma, but I can’t.” 

“What are you thanking me for?” 

“For being a mother even when you didn’t want to be one to me.  For being understanding and acceptable to me where I didn’t need either.” 

Before her mother could say anything else to derail that thought, she hung up.  She stood there for a few minutes before going back into the room with the team.  She felt at peace and knew now she would solve the cases.

She told them to pack up everything and call for the wagon to transport everything to the plane they were going home to chase the case.  Hishee’ didn’t want to leave.  She found love and wanted to stay, but she knew it was part of the job.  She started putting things back in the case file they were associated with and stacking boxes.  The same went for everyone else.  Monkeay was happy to be going back home.  He wanted to see his family and sleep with his wife before he did something, he knew would destroy his marriage.  The Commissioner wanted to go but he would have to get clearance from the mayor in order to do so.  That request takes up to 48 hours.  He thought even if he put it in would they even want him to go along with them to help solve the cases. 

“Well, guys I guess this is goodbye until the cases brings you all back this way.” 

“You mean you won’t be coming along with us?”  Hishee’ asked. 

“I can’t I have to put in a request to the mayor before it is even considered.” 

“Well maybe I can help.  I could call the mayor and tell her that your services are greatly needed to assist the FBI in what may be a serial killing.” 

“You would do that for me?” 

“Oh course, you have helped us and we still need you so we can solve these cases.” 

This made Hishee’ very happy, but she couldn’t express it, but Mickett knew it.  Mickett once again stepped out of the room and onto the phone.  She called the mayor personally and informed her of the situation. Without hesitation she appointed the Deputy Commissioner as acting Commissioner and told the Commissioner to make her office proud.  He told them he would need to stop by his house and get a few things.  Hishee’ opt to go with him and then bring him to the airport.  Mickett agreed and then she ordered some officers to help take the boxes to the wagon and ready them for transport to the plane.  She also reminded Hishee’ to stop by the hotel on her way to the airport and get her things. 

Mickett then had a patrol car take her and Monkeay to the hotel to retrieve their things and then follow them to the airport.  They went straight to the hotel while Hishee’ and the Commissioner went to his house to pack his things.  Not sure how long this thing might take, he packed a month worth of clothes.  He also called the electric company and had his electric suspended until further notice.  He forwarded all his mail to Baton Rouge, headquarters until further notice, canceled his paper and put his car in the garage, put on the alarm and then they headed to the hotel. 

“I admired your place.  It is cozy and nice for a man.”  Hishee’ complimented the Commissioner. 

He smiles and thanked her.  They got to the hotel but Mickett and Monkeay had already been there and gone.  She grabbed her things and checked out.  Since Mickett fronted the bill, all she had to do was sign.  Then they were on their way to the airport.  Once they arrived there, the last box was being loaded on the plane and Mickett and Monkeay was waiting aboard the plane.  They both handed their luggage to the pilot and co-pilot and boarded.   The Commissioner wasn’t sure who was funding this trip but he knew it was costing someone. 

“I see the FBI takes really good care of their agents.”  The Commissioner said. 

“Oh, this isn’t the FBI plane, this is my plane.  Fine, my daddy’s plane at least which in turns makes it my plane.” 

The Commissioner’s facial expression changed quickly.  They fastened in for lift off and was soon on their way to Baton Rouge.  Once the plane was leveled and, in the air, they unfastened so they could move about. 

“Maybe I had you all wrong.  Maybe you are the daughter of the billionaire Mickett.”  The Commissioner said to Mickett. 

“No, I am not, you had me right the first time.”  Mickett replied as she looked over to Hishee’ and Monkeay with a smile.  Not saying a word, they smiled back.  

They had two hours before they landed in Baton Rouge.  Mickett did what she always does, rest.  Hishee’ and the Commissioner sat in the corner and chatted.  Monkeay called his wife and told her he was on his way home.   A very excited Mrs. Monkeay told him she couldn’t wait to see him.  She always welcomed to hearing those words.  Everyone was happy, even the Commissioner.  These cases could launch his career for an official seat one day, especially if everything turns out right.  Just one thing he had no idea which office he would run for after this.

They landed and it was extremely hot to the Commissioner. 

“I have heard of you all heat but this is not what I was expecting.”  He said as he took off his coat. 

They needed a bigger vehicle to help carry all the case boxes to Mickett’s house.  She calls one of her butlers to get a larger vehicle to the airport so that they can get everything off the plane, except for the Bentley, it stays with the plane.  The pilots help unload the plane into the police cars that were there with luggage but was waiting on the other vehicle to come so they can unload all the case files. 

Monkeay wanted to see if Mr. Jones was still working at the airport like he said he was.  He went inside and asked for airport personnel.  Once the personnel manager came to the desk, he asks for an employee by the name of Mr. Peter Jones. 

“I’m sorry sir, he has never been employed by this airport.  Maybe by one of the airlines itself.”  The personnel manager replied. 

“Maybe?”  Monkeay said and walked away. 

He walked back to the team to tell them of his discovery, but they had no idea what he was talking about.  He decided to find out on his own, since no one really cared, but him. 

“Well now let’s find you a hotel, Commissioner.”  Monkeay offered.

“I don’t think he is going to need one because he is more than welcome to stay with me.”  Hishee’ offered. 

“That would be great, B’Linda.  I think I will take you up on that offer, but only if I won’t be in your way.” 

“If you aren’t afraid of dogs then you are more than welcome to stay.” 

“I am not afraid of any animals, now reptiles are a different thing.”  

“I have to remember that.”  She snickered. 

The van had arrived and they started loading the case files,

“What just happened and what did I miss?”  Monkeay questioned. 

“Well sir, you might have a crush or be in love with her but she doesn’t have the same feelings towards you.”  Mickett whispered. 

“Well did you tell her that I had feelings for her?”  He inquired. 

“No, that is none of my business.  Besides you have a whole family waiting for you.  Be happy about that better yet be happy she is happy for once.  Stop only thinking about yourself.”  Mickett spoke softly. 

The driver of the van then asked, “Where to ma’am?” 

“Take it all back to the house and have the staff help you unload it into the study.”  Mickett replied. 

“Very good ma’am.”  The driver added as he pulled off and headed home. 

“We have to go to the station and let them know we’re back as well introduce them to our guess and new partner.  So, let’s go check in children before Daddy find out we are back and haven’t come to see him.”  She joked about Captain Luckett.

They all climbed in the vehicles and went straight to the station.  Once there, Captain Luckett was shocked to see them. 

“I thought you all were still in Maryland.” 

“No sir, we are here!  The cases led us back here.  Therefore, here is where we shall begin and start to unravel the mystery that is these cases.  By the way Captain Luckett this is the Commissioner from Howard County, Maryland and he is vital to our cases in solving them.  He is very helpful.”  Mickett said as she introduced the Commissioner to the Captain. 

“As long as I don’t have to feed him, he is more than welcome to the case.”  Captain Luckett replied. 

Then he dismissed them and told them they have a lot of work to do.

“What do he means feed me?”  The Commissioner asked. 

“He meant that as long as you aren’t on our payroll then you are welcomed.”  Hishee’ explained. 

“Oh, that is a great question because I am not sure if I will still be paid by Maryland or who.” 

“Don’t worry, Mickett will figure it out.”  Hishee’ said.

They got back into the vehicles and drove to Mickett’s house.  As they pulled up to the entrance gate, the Commissioner asked, who’s house were they visiting.  Hishee’ smiled and said,

“This is Mickett’s house.” 

“This cannot be on an FBI salary.  Are you some rich kids turned FBI or are you guys on the take?”  He asked vicariously. 

“I promise you this is my house and no we aren’t on the take.”  Mickett answered. 

“I’ll explain to you later.  She is just wealthy and doesn’t like to brag about her money.”  Hishee’ whispered in his ear.  He nodded and relaxed.

They got through the gate and then drove the long driveway.  The butler was waiting at the door for her arrival.  He walked to the car and opened the driver’s side door for Mickett. 

“Thank you.” She spoke. 

“Ma’am everything is in the study and is ready for you to work.  I had chef prepare a meal for you and your co-workers.  Also, you have several messages from him and he wants you to return them a.s.a.p. according to his tone.  Will your guess be staying the night?”  He concluded. 

“No, they are just here to work.  Show them to the study and tell chef that we have one more guest for that meal.  I will call him from the parlor, make sure I am not disturbed.”  Mickett ordered. 

The Butler then showed them to the study and ordered chef for one more to be added to the meal prepared.  Then he stood guard at the parlor door while Mickett spoke with her father on the telephone.  He wanted to know how the case progress was going and was there any new leads.  She informed him of her duty as an officer that she could not divulge that information to him.  He then asked was there any new developments that involved him.  She told him no but she will be paying him another visit if it does.  He told her she was just like her mother, stubborn but loveable.   Their conversation ended right there.  She smiled because that was the first time, he ever referenced her mother to her, in a good manner.  Plus, she loved his compliment.  She knew she was doing well without him saying so.

She headed for the study to start working on the case but she saw that they needed to go home and freshen up. Therefore, she told them that they needed to be back in two hours, but no later than three so they can eat and get started on the case that brought them back to Baton Rouge.  Hishee’ and the Commissioner got in the car and drove to her house, while Monkeay drove home to see his family. 

Monkeay called his wife while he was on his way home to see if she needed anything.  She told him all she needed was him.  Then she remembered that their daughter was a little under the weather so she told him to get some cough and fever medicine.  He asked which one of them isn’t feeling well and she said your daughter.  He told her to give her a kiss and tell her super dad is on his way home to save her.  They both laughed and hung up.

Hishee’ and the Commissioner was hitting it off a little more than when she was in Maryland and she didn’t mind at all.  They got to her house and he thought it was too big for one person.  When she opened the door, her to bullmastiff was waiting for her.  They looked at him and didn’t bark she knew he was a keeper.  They enter and he said “you said you had dogs they are small horses.”  She laughed. 

“It must cost a fortune to feed them.” 

“No, they are just like children that’s why they have sitters.  They also have their own room in the house as well as their own sitting room.  They don’t go into rooms they aren’t supposed to enter.  They are very obedient, and loveable.  They are mostly inside dogs but they sometimes hang outside depending on the weather.”  She replied.  

They then journeyed to the bedroom that he would be staying in for his duration there.  She also showed him that he had a private bathroom as well.  She then showed him the rest of the house.  He told her he wanted to freshen up before returning to Mickett’s house for dinner.  She agreed so the both went and got washed and dressed.  They then returned to the sitting room and admired how well they both clean up.  They were no longer in business attire but casual attire.  She liked his style as well as her being fond of his. 

“Shall we return to Mickett’s?”  He asked. 

“Yes, but do me a favor when we aren’t on the job can you call me B’Linda.” 

“Yes, and you can call me Charles in the same manner.”  She smiled and they headed to the car.  She asked,

“Do you want to take the police car in these attires?” 

“Well, it will save you gas and money, am I right?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You don’t have to pay for gas when the squad car needs gas nor repairs correct?” 

“Yes, so there you have it, gas and money.”  She smiled again. 

“I never looked at it like that at all.  Well, the squad car it is.” 

He opened the door for her as she got in and he would be the driver for this evening as she be his navigator. She thought that was very generous of him.  She told him which way to go and he followed her direction to the word.  When they got to the gate, she called into the house to let someone know they were at the gate.  The gates opened and they drove the long drive way to the door. 

Oh, by the way you didn’t tell me about Mickett.”  He inquired. 

“Do you really want to know?” 

“Not really just came to mind when we got back to the door.” 

They got out and entered the house.  They were escorted to the study where everything had been laid out by cases in the neatest sort of way they ever seen.  They were impressed.  Four chairs had been placed in the center of the room facing each other with little personal tables in front of each one.  B’Linda and Charles took their seats next to each other.  Now all they were waiting on was Ashley and Daniel. 

In walked Ashley in her casual attire as well.  Now all they had to do is wait on Daniel.  The phone rung and it was Daniel telling them he will not be coming because his daughter wasn’t feeling well.  B’Linda wished her well and told him to take care of those babies, then she hung up. 

“That was Daniel he said his daughter is under the weather and he won’t be joining us tonight.” B’Linda informed everyone. 

Ashley replied, “Okay, I hope she feels better soon.  We will be having dinner here and then straight to work, if that is okay with you all?” 

“That is fine with me.”  B’Linda said and Charles agreed. 

She then signaled the Butler that they were ready for their meal.  He then signaled the chef and the servers brought the meal to them.  The Butler placed everyone’s food in front of them and poured everyone’s wine.  Charles insisted only one glass for him because he wasn’t much of a drinker.  The Butler agreed and only gave him a half glass.  As soon as dinner was over the servers collected the plates and exited the room so they could get straight to work.  The butler remained close but not in the room. 

They then got straight to work.  They went over every testimony in the case of Mrs. Donnell’s. 

“At first, they had considered it as murder but then they ruled it a suicide.   They were accusing the daughter of first-degree murder but then the judge ruled it as a suicide after everyone gave testimony against the mother’s mental health.  Amazingly, the daughter was the only one that testified that her mother’s mental state was in the best of shape possible.” B’Linda pointed out. 

“How did we miss that in Maryland?”  Charles asked.

“How did we miss that the daughter was being tried for murder?”  Ashley asked. 

“We saw testimony but we assumed it was to save the father from being convicted.”  Charles answered. 

“Well, we have to go and visit their house.  What is that address to the Donnell’s house?” 

“It says here they lived at 1224 Florida Boulevard.”  B’Linda answered. 

“Then that is where we shall start.”  Ashley replied.

They all got their things together along with the case file and headed to the car.  As they drove through Baton Rouge, they felt like they were being watched.  As if the past were making sure they get it right, this time.  It was an eerie feeling but still just a feeling.  Charles never been to the South and it wasn’t at all like he thought it would be. 

“Why is it that I feel like I am the stranger in a parade and is being focused on to make sure I don’t mess up?”  Charles stated.

“You feel that way too, huh?”  B’Linda asked. 

“Well, I tell you what we have no time for those types of feelings we are here to get to the truth and that is it.”  Ashley said, strongly.

They had arrived and the house looked bad.  Not sure how much evidence would still be in the house they pulled their flashlights and entered.  An old piece of police tape still drapes the door with cob webs and dirt from years past.  Charles being the man took first entry, pulling down the tape and entering the house.  Aware that no one lives at the address, and being a commissioner, he still announced that he was the police entering the building.  They got no response which to Charles was a good thing but for B’Linda and Ashley not so good.  They know vagrants usually frequent abandoned homes and for no one to have entered this one mean there is all kinds of evil up in there. 

They knew that there was no electricity but that didn’t stop them from trying the lights.  Nothing and that still was a good thing to Charles still not as much for B’Linda and Ashley.  They quickly located the crime scene to compare photos and to get what they needed so they could hurry up and get the hell out of there.  They placed the photos according to the pictures where they should go.  Things wasn’t the same and some things were exactly as they showed in the photos.  They stepped back and observed the scene.

Ashley wasn’t sure but something was off about the whole scene.  She looked harder; it was the way the body was laying on the bed. 

“If she shot herself with the gun in her left hand, then her body should have fell to the right by the force of the weapon but if you noticed her body fell left, with the entry wound.  I’m no rocket scientist but that screams foul play all kinds of ways.”  She stated.   

The Commissioner agreed, “You are right if someone shoots their self in the head at close range the body usually falls in the opposite direction.” 

“Therefore, she had a little help in committing suicide.  This has become a homicide investigation and since we have no character suspects to interrogate, we now must search for the truth threw character witness statement who was for the victim in this case.”  Hishee’ mentioned.

They then went through the testimonies of every witness they had for the victim; it was only five. 

“Wow that is a very short list.”  The Commissioner said. 

“This will kind of make our interview procedure a little easy if they all still are alive and living in Baton Rouge.”  Mickett stated. 

They then called into the station to get whereabouts on all the people, all but one was dead.  That didn’t make the case easy at all but very difficult. 

“No character witness to interview mean that we cannot get a fresh statement on what their thoughts was on Mrs. Donnell.” Hishee’ said, sadly. 

They knew where the only living witness alive was Mrs. Martha Ashford.  They knew they couldn’t go to her house this time of the night but they would visit her first thing in the morning.  As they were collecting their pictures, Hishee’ noticed it was a bullet hole in the wall. 

“Hey guys, look at this.”   

They both came over to see what she had discovered. 

“If she killed herself why is there a bullet hole in the wall way up here?”  Hishee’ questioned. 

“I don’t know but that is a very good question.”  Mickett asked. 

As the Commissioner was about to climb on a chair to retrieve it, Mickett heard a noise. 

“Shush, what was that?  Did you guys hear that? It was a noise.”  Mickett asked. 

“No, what noise?”  Hishee’ asked and then it happened again. 

“Shush!”  Mickett went again. 

Everyone stood still and drawled their weapons.   They all then got in a ready position and then it happened. They found themselves in the middle of the scene itself.  It was Mrs. Donnell laying on the bed and her husband and Sheriff Cornable entering the room. 

“Martha darling, look who’s come calling to see if you’re alright.”  Mr. Donnell said. 

Not sure what the hell was going on.  Mickett, Hishee’ and the Commissioner stayed as still as they as possibly could.  They looked on to see what had happened that very horrible day. 

“Oh, Henry I’m not quite decent to receive guest.” 

“It’s Walt, dear.  He’s no guest, he’s, our friend.” 

“Hello, Walt.” 

“Hello, Martha.  How have you been feeling?” 

“Under the weather and can’t seem to shake it.” 

“What is the matter?” 

“Haven’t you heard my husband is a horrible person?” 

“She has been talking like this since I inadvertently told her about the situation.” 

“Walt no way you know what happened and haven’t done anything about it?” 

“Martha, you don’t know what you are talking about.  It is certain circumstance that you just don’t understand involving law enforcement.” 

“I know that what you all did was wrong and I will never forgive neither one of you for it.  I will be writing the Governor to let him know what you all done.” 

“Martha, now you know you don’t want to do that because you can be arrested and tried for accessory after the fact.  That means that you will be facing jail time, if not a hanging with us.” 

“I know you don’t want me to hang now do you honey?” 

“Well, no, I don’t suppose so, but you all have to turn yourselves in or else I will have to take that chance.  I already written the letter; I will do everything in my power not to send it.  So please, I beg of you do the right thing.” 

“What do you mean you already written the letter?” 

“Henry, did you know about this letter?” 

“I had no idea that she written a letter.” 

“You have to take care of this!  We can’t have her going around sending letters or what sort!” 

“I know but what can I do.” 

“You said she is under doctor care, correct?” 

“Yes, but I have already given her a sedative, more than the normal dose.” 

“Then you know what you have to do or you will hang and I will be the one hanging you!” 

To their surprise of the event that came next was horrifying. 

“No, honey don’t do that!”  Mr. Donnell screamed. 

“Martha, no!”  The Sheriff yelled right after.

The Sheriff then grabbed her right hand so she wouldn’t be able to fight and Mr. Donnell took the gun placed it in her left hand and fired the first shot went into the wall and the second into her head.  They then staged the rest of the room and left. 

As they were leaving a few moments went by and in walked Susan from school. 

“Momma, I’m home!”  She said as she was putting down her back pack and then heard a shot. 

When she turned around, she screamed.  The neighbor at the time came running across the walkway.  In rushed Mrs. Martha. 

“My dear what happened?”  She looked and saw Susan crying over her mother’s lifeless body.  

“Oh, Momma why?  Please Momma, don’t leave me.  Momma hold on the paramedics are on their way.  Please hold on!”  She screamed and begged. 

Again, to their surprise the paramedics could be heard coming down the road, but how.  They figured that Mrs. Martha or her husband at the time called as soon as they heard the shot.  They also wondered where that third shot came from and who knew to fire it, but they had all they needed to move on to the next case.  As they began to move, they saw Mr. Peter Jones picture on the floor.  They wondered what he had to do with the case.  Mickett thought that maybe they tried to frame him first for the murder of Mrs. Donnell but then she remembered he was already gone by then, so that couldn’t have been the plan.  The scene was fading and they had the bullet from the wall as evidence but how would they explain that a blur into the past, a vision had shown them what happened.  There was no way they could explain that so they promised to keep that to themselves until they could explain it. 

Subsequently, they had the how but not the full why.  All they know is that Mrs. Donnell had some dirt on them both and she was going to the Governor with her information.  They looked for the letter but it was nowhere in the case file nor in the house.  They figured they burnt it to keep anyone from ever reading it.  To their understanding the case was clear cut.  Susan had not shot her mother in the head but they had no evidence or clue as to why someone would frame her.  They even tried her for the murder of her mother but the character witnessed help her defeat murder, that’s why they ruled it as a suicide and closed the case.  Not to mention that Sheriff Cornable was in charge and since he had something to do with the murder of Mrs. Martha Donnell, he was better off closing the case. 

Now they know why Mr. Henry Donnell took up drinking and why Susan had no idea her father was ever involved in the death of her mother.  The only thing she had was the note in the notebook, from her mother, stating that her father was a very BAD MAN.  The case was gaining clarity and they felt good about it.  They gathered everything and returned to Mickett’s house.  They were excited and worried, that they may have to tarnish a few people names.  Hishee’ and Mickett had to think long and hard about what they discovered.  They couldn’t let the name of the Sheriff continue to be held in good standards as it was but they also couldn’t lie about what they had uncovered. 

“What if there is more than what we witnessed or think it is?”  B’Linda asked. 

“Then you have to do what is right.  Isn’t that what you all told me when I had my officer arrested in front of the whole squad.”  Charles replied. 

They agreed, but then Ashley told him that things in the South is way different from things in the North.  He asked how so.  She told him that in Baton Rouge they uphold their elected officials as God’s.  They believe they can do no wrong.  They believe if they are corrupted that they must be possessed by the Devil himself or evil spirits. 

“You still have to do what you have to do for you to sleep at night.  If you don’t this could haunt you like it is haunting this case.”  Charles followed up. 

They figured to call it a night.  She told them to come back in the morning and they all will head over to Mrs. Martha’s house.

Hishee’ frowned and answered, “Do I really have to go to the evil witch house?” 

The Commissioner then looked at her, “Is she really a witch?” 

“No, she isn’t a witch and yes, Hishee’, you do have to go!  That is an order.” 

“By the way I do have a question not directly related to the cases but indirectly related.”  The Commissioner stated.

“Yes, sir what is it?” 

“Who is going to be paying me while I am working on this case?” 

“I know you will still get your regular pay from you job but as far as expense, I will be covering them as long as you submit receipts.”  Mickett answered.

“Sweet, I didn’t think I would be still getting paid by the state of Maryland.” 

“As long it is a request under the jurisdiction of the F.B.I, you are entitled to your regular pay because technically you are still on duty, but you will only be paid your regular eight hours.  Anything past that I will be responsible for paying you, including your expenses as long as you submit receipts.”  She answered. 

He then thanked her and they headed out to go home.  She reinverted that they should be there tomorrow roughly around nine o’clock so they can get started.  She also informed them that she will check on Monkeay and bring him up-to-date on the case.  They said their goodbyes and left.  They drove back to Hishee’ house to get relaxed and ready for bed.  This would be their first night together and alone.  She was a little nervous and he was scared to be sleeping in such a strange place especially after what he witnessed tonight at the Donnell’s house.  He noticed it didn’t bother Ashley or B’Linda at all.  He wanted to question their feelings on it but it was like they had experienced it before.  He was scared out of his mind. 

She showered and got dressed for bed.  She went to his room to wish him a good night and he was just sitting on the side of the bed in thought. 

“Charles, is everything alright?”  She called out to him. 

“Yes, and no.”  He replied. 

“Fine, if you tell me what’s on your mind maybe we could work through it together.” 

“I am out of my element here.  I thought I was ready for anything but I wasn’t ready for what every it was that happened at the Donnell’s house tonight.” 

“The spirits were showing us the way.  Growing up in certain areas down here you learn to except exactly what life shows, gives and offers you.” 

“I am freaked out about it and think I want to return to Maryland as soon as possible.” 

“I’ll tell you a little secret, I have seen it more than ten times and I’m still not use to it but I know if you break the spirit movement you will be cursed until you accept it.  From where I was standing you did a great job.  I had a friend who broke it and had to go and see a voodoo specialist to help with the curse, but the lady couldn’t help her the spirit was way more powerful than she was.  She was told to allow the spirit to guide you to what it is it’s trying to tell or show you and the curse will be broken.” 

“Was it broken?” 

“Yes, but I didn’t need a voodoo lady to tell me that, most parents teach it to the children growing up.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes, do you feel better?” 

“A little better.” 

“Good, well if you need me, I’ll be in the next room.  Good night, Charles”

“Good night B’Linda.”  He replied as he crawled into a fetus position and went to sleep. 

As morning rose, he was afraid to open his eyes thinking he would see spirits, but when he did all, he saw was dogs.  He was happy to see them.  They sat so quietly watching over him.  As he rolled out of the fetus position and into a stretch, he could smell breakfast cooking.   He patted both dogs on the head, rose like it was a new beginning and headed to the shower.  After his shower he got dressed and headed down to the kitchen to greet B’Linda. 

“Good morning, Madame.”  Charles said with a smile and happiness in his voice. 

“Good morning, Monsieur.  You are awfully chipper this morning.  How did you rest?” 

“I am and I really don’t know.  Can’t remember but I know I am alive and well, so to me that is a great sign.  How about we skip Mrs. Martha’s today, I am sure Ashley can handle that?  How about you show me Baton Rouge and its splendors?”  He requested. 

She looked at him.  “Now you know we are trying to solve a big case here.  So how about this, after Mrs. Martha’s we dip and tell Ashley we are going to follow some leads on the Sheriff and some of his other acquaintances.”  She replied. 

“That’s even better.  I think we will be a great team out there putting clues together.”  He said in a very chipper voice. 

She just smiled and handed him his breakfast.   They sat down and ate after they were finished, he washed the dishes and then they left.  She like that he was helpful.  He told her that he would drive after all he wasn’t sure how long he was going to be there and needed to get to know the environment.  She smiled and got in the car.  They drove straight to Mickett’s house where she was waiting and ready to get deep into the case. 

“Good morning, all. I hope you all slept well because we have a long day ahead of us.”  Mickett said as she got in the car. 

“We did, but I’m not so sure you did.”  Hishee’ replied. 

“I didn’t!  It is something about the picture of Mr. Jones at the vision that has me bothered.”  She replied. 

“Are we going to pick up Monkeay as well?”  Hishee’ asked. 

“No, he said he will meet us there.  I filled him in on the case this morning.  He was upset that he missed the spirit’s vision.  She added.  By the way we are going to 6625 Main Street.  B’Linda can show you the way.” 

The Commissioner started driving with B’Linda as his navigator. 

“Well, I was thinking that you and Monkeay could be one team and the Commissioner and I could be another.  We could trace the Sheriff’s past and find out all about him and you and Monkeay could continue on with the investigation as follows.”  Hishee’ stated. 

“You know that isn’t such a bad idea.  Yes, you all should dig in the Sheriff’s past.  After all we know he is dirty, but what dirt will you all uncover.  All I can say is be careful and Commissioner keep her safe.”  Mickett replied. 

“So where should we start?”  The Commissioner asked. 

“Go to the hall of records and start from his birth and then outwards into death.”  Mickett replied. 

“We’ll go right after we leave here.”  Hishee’ added. 

“No, you two go and get that started right now.  I’ll be fine, Monkeay is going to meet me here, so go and report back your findings.” 

They dropped her off and headed to the hall of records. 

“Where is the hall?” 

“We’re going to 100 North Boulevard.  Don’t worry I will navigate you there.”  

“As long as I have you showing me the way I can’t get lost so point and I will follow.”  They smiled and headed out. 

Their mission was to explore while they worked.  At Mrs. Martha’s house Mickett was waiting for Monkeay but she had so many questions she wanted to talk with Mrs. Martha so she knocked on the door and would start without him.  Mrs. Martha came to the door. 

“Hello, Mrs. Martha do you remember me?” 

“Yes, dear I never forget anything nor anyone.  You are Agent Mickett, correct?” 

“Yes, ma’am I am.  I have some questions to ask you in connections to a very old case.  I’m hoping that it will help me solve Mrs. Cornable death.” 

“If it will help my friend, I will help.” 

Mrs. Martha opened the door and invited Mickett into her home.  When Mickett entered she was impressed with all the antiques that was in her home and well taken care of.  She complimented her on her home and all its splendors.  Mrs. Martha already knew she had a great house, she wanted to know how she could help with the case. Mrs. Martha then offered her a seat in her front room.  She told her that this was her favorite room and she would be pleased if she would sit with her. They sat and then Mickett pulled out a file and she saw the name on it was Mrs. Donnell’s. 

“What is this really about?”  Mrs. Martha asked in fear. 

“It is about a very old case.  I do believe you knew the Donnell’s as well, am I correct?” 

“Yes, I did.  I was there you know.  Well, of course you don’t know but I was.  I was there when she supposedly killed herself.  It was one of the worst days of my life, next to me losing Mr. Ashford you know.” 

“Yes, I know you were there it says so in the report.  If you can just tell me what you can remember, that would be most helpful.” 

“Why are you interested in Martha Donnell suicide?” 

“We are investigating it because we don’t believe it was a suicide at all.” 

“In truth I never believe she killed herself either.  Poor Susan had to experience that horror and I thought he did it.   I also suspected that he would kill her and finally done it.  What you don’t know is that Martha and I was known as the Martha’s of Baton Rouge.  Cynthia, Martha and I would play bridge every Wednesday and Saturday.  Not a week went by for thirty years did we ever miss playing bridge.  Well, that is until Martha’s incident.” 

Mickett couldn’t keep up with it in writing so she asked Mrs. Martha could she record the interview from that moment on.  She agreed and so she pulled out the tape recorder and told her to proceed.  Knowing Mrs. Martha doesn’t like to be interrupted because she loved to talk and hear herself talk, she decided she wouldn’t ask questions until the end.  Mrs. Martha went on as soon as Mickett gave her the signal to continue with the story. 

“I will never forget that day.  It was December 12, 1988, it was beautiful outside.  You know not too cold or too hot, just right.  Mr. Ashford was resting like he always does and I was in the kitchen making his lunch for when he woke.  I saw that Susan was home from school early, which mean that she got the early acceptance to college.  She has been planning for college since she was twelve.  For a matter of fact for her twelfth birthday she had her mother take her to the college and fill out applications.  She was smart like that.  We all were proud of her.  She was going to be a doctor because her father told her that her mother had problems that the doctors couldn’t solve, but it was all in his head.  She was fine, but he couldn’t see that because he was always sauced, you know drunk on the stuff.  Anyway, the day of the incident, Susan was singing and she had such a beautiful voice so I was listening to her, and then I heard the gun shot and then her yelling.  I dropped everything and got to her as fast as I could.  I yelled to Mr. Ashford to call the police.  When I got there Susan was holding her mother in her arms, crying.  I didn’t know what to do I just fell to the floor.  Then the police arrived a little after and then locked Susan up and took her to the station.  I pleaded with Walt that she didn’t do it but he only believed what he saw.  I kept telling him that she couldn’t have done it but he didn’t want to hear it.  Then, he stopped Cynthia from speaking to me and told her that I was trying to keep him from conducting his investigation.  Told her that I was nothing but trouble.  Mr. Ashford was tired of it; said that I should stay away from Cynthia.  He told me it would be best so that him and Walt won’t have no falling out.  I did but living right next door was hard for me not to want to speak or say anything to her.  We had been best friends since I could remember.  Our parents were friends that’s how we met.  Then when the family had to fire their help, I knew that it would be hard for her to find work paying what they were knowing she had to take care of the twins.” 

Mickett had to interrupt.  “Excuse me, but you said that their help had a set of twins.  Do you remember the helpers name or the twins?” 

“I remember that they were twin girls but nothing more than that.  They always tried to hide that they had a colored woman helping them because Martha wanted people to think she could cook, but we all knew.  She couldn’t.”

“I found a photo of Mr. Jones in the case as well.  Do you have any idea what that mean in this case?” 

“Oh dear, I guess no one ever wondered what happened to poor Mr. Jones.”  She stopped right there.  “Dear do you mind I have something on the stove.  I need to get it before it burns.” 

Mrs. Martha got up and went to the kitchen.  Mickett turned off the tape recorder while she was gone. 

“Whatever you got cooking sure smells good.”  Mickett said as she walked to the kitchen, leaving the tape recorder on the table in the front room.

“Well dear, if you would like some I sure do have enough to offer?  I never know how much to cook now that it is just me.  I am still not use to Mr. Ashford being gone so I tend to cook for the both of us.” 

“I wouldn’t mind joining you at all.”  Mickett sat down at the table after washing her hands.  She had to know what she knew about Mr. Jones.

As she started eating, the food captivated her attention.  She wanted to know what was in it and clearly got off the subject of the case.  Then she asked for the recipe.  Mrs. Martha told her I have no problem sharing recipes if you share one with me.  Mickett wasn’t much of a fancy cook like Mrs. Martha but she knew her way around a kitchen.  Mrs. Martha sat down, to write the recipe down while eating her lunch.  Before long she was telling Mickett the rest of the story.

“As for Mr. Jones dear, he was the helper’s boyfriend and use to come and get her and the girls and walk them back home but only on good nights other than that the lady drove.  He was such a gentleman and well mannered.  He also was a very good handyman.” 

Mickett froze.  “A handyman?” 

“Yes, and a very good one.  See there was an incident that happened months before Martha’s incident.  A little white girl name Ashley had told a lie on Mr. Jones and said that he raped her but everyone on this side of town knew it was a lie.  Walt and his men got together and killed him.  They never recovered a body for him because they tossed him in the Mississippi River. That is what Martha told us anyway.  She told us that Mr. Donnell as she called him, came home one day sauced as usual and confessed everything to her.   The very next day Cynthia asked Walt about it and he confirmed it. After that we weren’t allowed to be friends no longer.  Short while after that Martha killed herself or supposedly Susan shot her.  It was all a conspiracy to cover up what Walt and his boys did to Mr. Jones.” 

Mickett had the whole story and was in shock but had no proof of it because she didn’t record it.  She couldn’t wait until Monkeay got there so she could tell him.  She asked Mrs. Martha, how many other people know about this story and she told her that she was the only one left.  She asked Mrs. Martha would she feel comfortable in police custody or protection.  She told her that if something was going to happen to her it would have happened a very long time ago and that she wasn’t leaving her home for anything. 

Mickett called the station and ordered twenty-four-hour surveillance on Mrs. Martha’s home.  Then she called Monkeay to see where he was.  He told her he was two minutes away.  She told him; he wasn’t going to believe the break that they had in the case.  Mickett told him that she would tell him about it when he got there to pick her up.  She was so excited that she didn’t care that she didn’t have it on tape.  This was going to make her famous. Mickett finally had the piece to the puzzle and could stop all the murders from happening. 

Monkeay pulled up, Mickett grabbed everything and rushed to the car.  As soon as she got in, a called for a bank robbery in progress came across the scanner.  She told him that the news will have to wait.  They put on the sirens and headed to the location.  First on the scene because they were the closes, she tried to negotiate with the suspect, but he started shooting at them and yelling he wanted out.  They returned fire, took position and waited for backup.   When officers arrived, she called for a perimeter lock down and to have every building around the bank evacuated.  The officers complied.  She then phoned in swat because she knew there was hostages in the bank.  This was ruining her discovery but she had to stay focused on the situation at hand. 

She called for him to lay down his weapon and come out with his hands in the air.  She told him that they had the bank surrounded completely and that he wasn’t in any danger if he doesn’t harm any hostage.  He called in his demands and told them he would start shooting if they didn’t meet them.  Mickett then waited for a hostage negotiator.   In the meantime, she assured him that she was trying her best to get all that he demanded.  To him she was prolonging and stalling.  She was making him upset so he started shooting again.  As she went to return fire, she fell to the ground.  Monkeay looked over from his position and thought she was hit.  He called for an officer down but couldn’t get to her.  They returned fire to give him cover so that he could get to her.  When he got to her, she told him that it was hot and cold at the same time.  Her phone rang and then hung up.  It rang again and then hung up again.  Ashlay was trying to call but she was too weak to speak.  Ashlay couldn’t hold the phone long enough to say anything; she then passed out.  That’s when Ashley eyes closed.  Monkeay yelled out to her,

“Hold on Paramedics are on their way!  Don’t close your eyes on me!  Ashley, hold on, please partner hold on! 

Then he was quiet for a second and then screamed.

“NO!” 

He tried to give her CPR but it did no justice.  The Paramedics arrived on the scene and rushed her to the hospital.  The medical staff at the hospital was waiting her arrival. 

“What is that smell?” They asked. 

The Paramedics unsure of what smell, so they couldn’t answer.  The doctor and staff then rushed her into operating room one.  Where they searched for a point of entry but found none so they undressed her and saw that she was burning.  They doused her body with water, but it was too late.  She had burns on 75% of her body.  They couldn’t explain it but they got the fire out and then started an intravenous drip on her through her neck because it was the only other place that still had flesh and veins to utilize. 

The doctor then placed her in the burn ward, knowing her status is pretty much touch and go.  They aren’t sure of her chances of survival but they knew it was slim to none.  They left to go to inform the family and fellow officers waiting in the waiting room of her status.  While they were gone, Peter went in to talk to Ashley.

     “Well child, look at where you are now.”

     “Why have you been haunting me everywhere I go?”

     “Because I have been waiting for you to know that I am dead because of you.  When Mrs. Martha told you that the Sheriff and his friend murdered me like a dog, I couldn’t allow you to go off and tell anyone.  That will hinder my mission to make everyone pay for their mistake.”

     “Did you do this to me?”

     “I did, but only because you caused my death.  If you wouldn’t have told your father where to find me then those men wouldn’t have come to the house for me that night and I would still be alive and living with the love of my life.”

     “I am sorry that I caused you so much pain but did you really have to do me like this?”

     “It was the most effective way I could think of without seriously causing you pain.  Now rest my child and soon you will be at peace with what you did to me.”  He kissed her forehead and she was at peace.

She was stuck in between worlds and wasn’t sure why.

The doctor reached the waiting room and delivered the message that she was in critical condition, unstable and her chances were less than thirty percent of survival.  Monkeay asked could he see her and the doctor told him only for a minute.  As they took him to dress in protective gear to go to view her, he couldn’t understand why.  He then looked up as they escorted him to the burn unit.  

“No, I think you all have the wrong person.  I want to see Agent Ashley Mickett.” 

The doctor told him that that is who they were taking him to see.  When he got in the room and she was in a plastic cage, he fell to the floor. 

“How?  No!  What is this?  How is this?”  He cried. 

He looked closely to make sure it was her and to his surprise it was her.  He couldn’t understand and so he rushed out of the room and back to the waiting room. 

“It is worse than we thought.  I can’t see her like that knowing hours ago she was fine.” 

The Commissioner and Hishee’ rushed to the hospital as soon as they heard it across the wire.  When they arrived, Lieutenant Wilcox was sitting in the waiting room with tears in his eyes. 

“Sir, what happened?”  Hishee’ asked. 

“She was burnt on more than seventy-five percent of her body and no one knows how.”  Wilcox cried. 

Hishee’ then looked at the captain and he confirmed what the Lieutenant just said, also with tears streaming down his face.  Hishee’ with a clear head asked,

“Has anyone contacted her family yet?”  The Captain and Lieutenant looked at each other and said,

“Damn!  This is going to tear her mother up!”  Wilcox said. 

“Her mother, her twin is going to be in the most pain.”  Luckett responded.

Hishee’ then went into the corner and called Ashlay, but she wasn’t answering.  Then she thought that maybe she needed help as well since she feels what Ashley feels.  She called the Captain at the Jamestown home office and reported the incident to him.  They sent a car over right away and found Ashlay unresponsive on the floor by her cell phone.  They then rushed her to the nearest hospital.

Hishee’ awaited the captain’s call but in the mean time she had to find a number on Mrs. Mickett.  She looked it up in Mickett’s phone and called her. 

“Ashley what do you want now child?” 

“No, I’m sorry, this isn’t Ashley.  There was an incident and she isn’t doing so well.” 

Before she could finish the mother asked where her baby was.  Hishee’ said she called the police there and they sent a unit over to Ashlay house because she wasn’t answering the phone.  A frightened Mrs. Mickett sat down and as calmly as possibly asked Hishee’ to explain to her what was going on. 

“Ma’am I don’t have all the details but I gave the Captain in Jamestown your number so that they could contact you about Ashlay as for Ashley it’s touch and go.” 

“Slowly answer this question.  Is my daughter alive or dead at this moment?” 

“Ma’am she’s not dead, but she is fighting for her life.”  Hishee’ responded. 

“Hold on my other line is beeping.”  Mrs. Mickett said as she clicked over to answer it. 

It was the Captain from the Jamestown Police Department. 

“May I speak to a Mrs. Mickett?” 

“Hello, this is she.” 

“Ma’am this is the Captain of the Jamestown Police Department.  I got your number from a Detective Hishee’ from the Baton Rouge Sheriff Department, do her name ring a bell?” 

“Yes!” 

“Ma’am we have your daughter here in the hospital, after getting a call from Hishee’ about her health.  I dispatched a unit to her house immediately, when they got there, they found her unresponsive.  They themselves then rushed her to the nearest hospital, where I am now with her.  Ma’am are you sitting down?” 

“Yes.” 

“Your daughter is in some kind of a coma and the doctors cannot explain it.” 

“I can!” She spoke. 

“While I have been on the phone with you, I asked a unit to come and get you to bring you here to the hospital to be with your daughter, is that okay?” 

“Yes, I am ready.  I see them pulling up now.  I’m getting my things and leaving the house now.  Captain, I will see you when I get there.”  She hung up.

The phone rung and it was Hishee’ still on hold. 

“Hello.” 

“Mrs. Mickett, it is me, Hishee’. You placed me on hold.  Would you like for me to send the private plane to come and retrieve you, Ashlay and your granddaughter?” 

“No.”  She said softly and quietly.  “I have to go to the hospital to be with Ashlay.  I can’t be in two places at one time.” 

“Ma’am I understand.  I’ll will keep them both in my prayers and you posted on what is going on here.” 

“Thank you.”  She replied as she slowly hung up the phone in disbelief that this was happening to her babies. 

The unit arrived at the hospital and escorted her to the captain who was waiting on her.  The captain then asked the nurse for the doctor seeing Ashlay Mickett.  The doctor came out and the captain introduced Mrs. Mickett to him.  The doctor then escorted Mrs. Mickett to the room where they were taking care of her daughter.  She saw her laying there still as if she was frozen in time.  She rushed over to her bedside. 

“Ashlay, baby girl.  I know you can hear me; you must let her go.  You have a daughter here that needs you.  You can’t have her no more.  You must let her go.  I know it’s going to hurt but you can’t protect her anymore.” 

Mrs. Mickett whispered in her ear.  The doctor and staff looked at her as if she was crazy. 

“Ma’am, who do she have to let go?” 

“Oh, that is a family thing.  If you all will excuse us, I would like to be with my daughter, alone!” 

She waited until they were all out of the room and then she went back to Ashlay’s bedside. 

“Ashlay if you can hear me, bring me in.” 

Mrs. Mickett sat on the side of the bed and closed her eyes, holding Ashlay hand as tight as she could.  Before long Mrs. Mickett, Ashlay and Ashley was all together again. 

“Momma, I can’t let her go.” 

“I know baby but she is going to be with the Lord and he knows best.” 

“I told her that and she won’t allow me to go.” 

“It is easy for the both of you because you aren’t losing a best friend, a part of you or a reason to live.” 

“I am the one that is dying.” 

“Yeah, Sable I know but I am going to miss you.  I love you with all of me because you are half of me.” 

“Ashlay, I love you more than you will ever know.  You saved my life so many times and kept me from harm.  I love you because you are all of me and I’m only half of myself!” 

“Momma, tell Ashley, Sable, she can’t go, because I will be losing half of my life.” 

“I can’t.  I always thought that Ashlay would be the one that goes first.” 

“Why, Momma?  Why me?” 

“Yeah, Momma, why her? 

“Because, you have always been the protector and I thought one day you were going to be protecting her and die in the process.  I never saw this coming.” 

“Are you happy that it’s me, Momma?” 

“No, baby girl.  I’m not happy about losing either one of you.   This is the hardest thing a mother has to do, bury her own child.” 

“So, Momma, you do love me?” 

“I will always love you.  I may not like the things you do but I will always love you.  You are my first born.” 

“That’s right Ashlay came a few seconds after me. Huh.”  “I know things between us got rough after Peter but I still and always loved you.” 

“I told you, so, didn’t I?” 

“Yes, you did!  I have bad news though. Mr. Jones was murdered that night by the Sheriff and some other men.” 

“Yeah, I figured as much.  That’s why Mrs. Donnell was murdered as well.” 

“Momma, did you work for the Donnell’s?” 

“Yes, but how did you know?” 

“I spoke to Mrs. Martha Ashford and she told me but she couldn’t remember your name.” 

“That lady I swear couldn’t say my name to save her life.  However, she is a beautiful person.  When Mrs. Donnell died, she offered us money and assistance, but I was too proud to take it.  Plus, your daddy was wealthy enough to provide for us.” 

“Did Daddy have anything to do with Mr. Jones death?” 

“He was the one that came to the house that night and…  I don’t want to think about it.  I don’t want to talk about it.  Ashlay, its time, we have to go.” 

“I am not leaving my sister.  Momma you go I’m going to stay for a while and keep her company.  I’ll let her go when I am sure she can go in peace.” 

Mrs. Mickett exited and left them to be together for the last time.  She woke up in the chair in the hospital room, looking at Ashlay.  She then called over to Hishee’. 

“Hello.” 

“Yes, ma’am.  I know I can’t be there right now with my daughter, but can you take me into the room where she is.  I want to be by her side in her time of need.  She needs to know that I am here for her even if I can’t be right there for her.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Hishee’ then found the doctor and asked if it would be ok if Mickett’s mother could be on the phone plugged in and place the phone on the bed by Mickett’s head.  The doctor okay the request.  She placed her on speaker phone and told her she was in the room alone with her daughter.  Then Mrs. Mickett started singing to her.  Hishee’ then left the room.

Suddenly, the monitor went off indicating that Agent Ashley Mickett heart, and lungs were no longer functioning.  The hospital emergency response team went into the room and they could hear Mrs. Mickett singing to her.  Then she told them not to try to resuscitate her daughter but to allow her to go home peacefully.  The staff obeyed her wishes, unplug the monitors, and backed out of the room.  Allowing her to continue to sing to her child. 

The doctor then went into the waiting room and delivered the bad news.  A terrifying silence came over the room as the tears poured down everyone’s faces.  With nothing more they could do there, her fellow officers started disbursing to return to their own lives and work.  Everyone left except for Hishee’, Monkeay, Captain Luckett, Lieutenant Wilcox and Commissioner Watts.  They couldn’t just leave her without saying their final goodbyes. 

While Mrs. Mickett was still singing the staff quietly wrapped her body and covered her to receive her viewers to say their farewells.  Hishee’ wanted to go first and so she did.

“Hey, I’m so sorry we left you to go looking for clues.  I feel like this is my fault.  I feel like if I had been there this wouldn’t have happened.  I’m not sure what happened but we will get to the bottom of it.  I will not rest until I know what happened to you.  I know I only known you for a short period of time but working with you was such a blessing.  Without you I wouldn’t have met Charles and I think he is the one.  He compliments me, but now that you are gone, I don’t know what will become of us.  Take care of us, continue to look over us because you know we are still going to need you. I love you.”  She said as she fought back the tears but with hope of not crying.  She rushed out of the room crying as hard as her heart was hurting. 

Next Captain Luckett went.  He entered the room as Monkeay and Charles comforted Hishee’. 

“Well young lady, you owe me a report.”  He said as he tried to smile, but it was hard.  “When you first came to me, I said oh my goodness a rookie with ten solved murders is going to think she is the best.  But when I got to see you and hear you speak; I knew you were just as afraid of life itself.  I had no idea why you got into unexplained homicides but you were ready and you hit the ground running.  You had something to prove but I had no idea who you were proving it to.  Reading your reports was like reading a book.  You were so detail and poised in your writing.  I knew you were sure of what you were saying and wasn’t stopping until the cases were solved.  They told me you didn’t believe in cold cases and when you pulled Mrs. Donnell’s case, I said they were right.  Now that you are gone, I feel as though I should have pulled you off this case and allowed it to be a cold case.  I’m sorry for not doing so, please forgive me.”  He cried as he too rushed out of the room. 

Monkeay told the Lieutenant he could go before him because he wasn’t quite ready.  Lieutenant Wilcox shook his head and went into the room.  First, he just stood there.  He wasn’t sure what to say, because he only knew of her for a short period of time.  As he got closer, he just cried. 

“I’m sorry.  I don’t know what to say.  I’m just sorry I didn’t get to know you better.  I know I could have learned a lot from you.  I could tell from reading your reports.  I never enjoyed reading a report but when it came to yours it was like you had a real story to tell and you were detailed about doing it.  All I can say is I am going to miss that.  Take care Agent Mickett, until we meet again.” 

He walked out less than when he walked in.  His heart was a little weaker and his strength was gone.  He exited the hospital and went directly to the scene of the incident.  He needed to find out what happened.  Charles went next, but his time with her was even less than them all.  He looked at her and all he could see was brilliance. 

“Even in death you still look smarter than me.  I bet you know exactly what I am thinking and what I am going to say.  Huh, probably before I am going to say it.  The way you observed things and gathered information and clues is nothing short of a miracle.  You are like a genius or something.  I wish I could have spent more time with you and got to know you better.  You were amazing and I am going to help them solve your case as well as all the connected murder cases.  Oh, and thank you for Hishee’, she is wonderful. I might even stay afterwards to be with her if she would have me.  I think I love her but I don’t want to scare her away by telling her that too soon.”  He said as he kissed her forehead and walked out the room to be by B’Linda side during this trying time. 

Last was Monkeay but he was nervous and frightened.  He slowly crept into her room, like he didn’t want to wake her. 

“Hey, I know you can’t hear me but I am sorry.  If I would have been there on time like I said I would, maybe this whole thing wouldn’t have happened, you know.  I just was so excited about seeing my girls and holding my wife that leaving them again was like leaving life.  You know what I mean.  I see Hishee’ is happy, I am too.  I’m glad she doesn’t have to be alone anymore.  You were right it was selfish of me to think of her as more than a partner.  Also, while I took time to spend with my family so I could remember why I loved them so much and not why I loved this job more.  All my life has been about putting bad guys away.  Trying to make the streets a little safer for my girls when they got out there.  I wanted to clean these streets so bad I lost sight of why I was doing it in the beginning.  Then when you came along and we were really traveling and putting bad guys away in other states I knew that I was now advancing in my job.  Then the other night while taking care of my little girl I realized I was losing in my life.  To me that was backwards.  I’m not even going to lie when I met up with you today, I was going to tell you I quit and was going back to the beat, then this happened.  And now I know I must find out who, what, and how this happened to you.  I know I only knew you for a short time but you felt like family to me.  I had two families, one at home and one watching my back every step of the way so I can make it back home to my other family.  My heart was blissful.  Now it’s a little torn and I must mend it and make it right.  Don’t worry little sis, we are going to find out who did this to you and make them pay.”  Monkeay said as he exited the room to rush home to his family. 

The doctor then came in to release the body to the medical examiner.  “I don’t know who you are Ms. Ashley Mickett but you have a wonderful set of friends who loves you dearly.”  As the doctor was about to pull the sheet across her head, a figure appeared in the doorway. 

“May I say my final goodbyes?” 

“Sir, I’m not sure who let you back here or how you got back here but this is a private room.”  The doctor said. 

“Doctor, no worries, I own the hospital and this is my daughter.” 

The figure came into the room and it was Mr. Jackson Mickett. 

“Yes, sir.  I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you at first sir.”

The doctor then left the room to give Mr. Mickett privacy with his daughter.  As he touched her forehead, Ashlay pulled him into their thoughts.  He wasn’t ready to face them, but at this point he had no other choice. 

“Daddy, you came!” 

He looked surprised.  He forgot that they could do weird things like this. 

“Yes, did you think I wouldn’t?” 

“Yes, we did.” 

“Well never doubt me again.  I’m sorry that this is how I must meet with you.  I never expected this to happen to a child of mine.  I only expect great things of you both.  We didn’t even get to have our annual father daughter luncheon like we usually do and I am sorry for that as well.” 

“I’m sorry too Daddy.” 

“What for Sable?” 

“I couldn’t solve this case and I know how proud and happy you are with me when you see my name in the papers when I solve a big case.” 

“I do be proud of you but I am no less proud of you right now.  I know you did all you could to solve this case.   I love you no matter what and that is all that matters.” 

“What about me Daddy?” 

“What about you, Sabrina?” 

“Are you proud of me as well?” 

“I’m always proud of you.  You make my heart smile.  You gave me something no one else ever gave me before.” 

“What’s that?” 

“You gave me peace and a beautiful grandchild.  Now I have a question.  If we all are in here, where is my granddaughter?  Because this could only mean one thing.” 

“What’s that?” 

“You have slipped into a coma and your mother is sitting bedside.  Am I right?  So where is my granddaughter?” 

Ashlay never thought about that and knew right then and there that she had to let Ashley go so that she could be with her daughter.  She said her final goodbye and then allow Ashley to go on to be with the Lord.  They both waved as she walked away and then Ashlay woke up and her dad found himself on the floor of Ashley’s room. 

He got up, kissed her forehead and exited the room where his bodyguard was waiting for him.  The doctor and staff then asked could they now release the body.  Mr. Mickett signed off on the paperwork and was about to leave but it was hard for him to walk away from her room.  The staff went in and closed the phone that Mrs. Mickett was singing on, but before they did, she told them that she heard everything wonderful that they had to say about her baby girl and that warmed her heart to the fullest.   The doctor then went back to the door of Ashley’s room and handed her father the phone and told him it was Ashley’s and that her mother sang to her from that phone.  Tears just build in his eyes and he told his bodyguard he was ready to leave.

Twelve

Goddess morning Royals. First, give praise and worship to the all High.

Chapter Two

One early morning, on the 13th of June 2000, the hottest day of the year thus far.  It hasn’t been this hot in years.  Everyone was feeling it and was not sure what this weather meant but they just wanted it to pass already. 

“Lord this is a scorcher, feels like Death Valley out there today.”  Mrs. Cornable said with her asthma acting up. 

The temperature was a mere 107* and the humidity was a whopping 98*.  What was there to do but sweat?  It was so hot the air conditioners weren’t helping, swimming was making it worst, but nevertheless trying to stay cool was a task all on its own. 

Ashlaye was 17 now, and still doing the same routine as every week, walking along the bridge heading to her grandma’s home.  Her grandmother wasn’t feeling so good due to the heat wave, so Ashlaye was rushing to be there for her.   Ashlaye so focused on getting to her grandma she didn’t notice the screaming at first but as soon as she stop talking to herself, she noticed it.  It was like someone was yelling and squealing at the same time.  She turned quickly; nothing was there.  She continued to walk, now she was singing to pass the time.  She hears it again, but louder.  Not sure if she was walking towards the danger, she picked up the pace.  She started looking around and still nothing. 

“My mind is playing tricks on me.  I must hurry up and get there.  Damn it’s hot!  Hell can’t be this hot. The devil must be happy in hell right now, damn! Shit!  I need something to drink.”  Ashlaye spoke aloud but to herself.

Then suddenly, a chill rolled down her back like someone was watching her.  Then a shadow cast over her head.  She was scared to turn around, so she started walking faster.  Just then a hand grabbed her shoulder.  She shivered with fear as she turned around.  It was Mr. Jones.  She was relieved to know that it was someone she knew. 

“Oh, Mr. Jones you scared me half to death.”  She said as she tried to catch her breath. 

He smiled in a crazy way, “Ashlaye, what are you doing out so early in the morning?”  

“I am going to my grandmother’s. She isn’t feeling so well, so my mother told me to go over and keep her company.”  Ashlaye replied finally catching her breath.  “Did you hear that screaming a while ago?”

With a deep voice, Mr. Jones instructed her to hurry along and don’t stop to talk to anyone.  Not answering her questions but directing for her to rush along.

She said, “okay” and went on her way.  

Mr. Jones disappeared suddenly like air.  She started to run.  She thought that was spooky, the way he was gone just like that as well as showed up out of nowhere.  Mr. Jones walked behind the trees, watching her runaway.  When Ashlaye got to her grandmother’s she was all out of breath.  She had to relax and try her best not to panic to make her grandma panic.  She knocked and knocked on her grandmother’s door but there was no answer.

She kicked on the door hard with her foot, still no answer.  She called out to her grandmother but still no answer.  Her grandmother was too weak to come to the door, so Ashlaye went to Mrs. Martha’s house to use her phone.  Afraid that something terrible had happened to her she called in a panicking state.  She wants to let her grandmother know she was at the door.  Mrs. Marth’s husband, Bob died early this year so she was always trying to get someone to stay over.  Mrs. Martha had fell into a state of depression from being so lonely. All she really wanted was some company and people to converse with over tea and dessert.

Mrs. Martha offered Ashlaye some cookies and a piece of pie so Ashlaye would stay for a while, but Ashlaye said no thank you and left out the door.  Her grandmother had made it to the door to let Ashlaye in but she wasn’t standing there.  She left the door open for her to get in.  She started back upstairs to her room when the door made a creaking sound like it was being opened.  She turned to look but no one was there.  She paid it no attention and continued up the steps.  Ashlaye opened the door yelling,

“Gramps! Grandma, where are you?” 

Her grandmother replied, “Stop yelling and close that door, you’re letting the heat in.” 

“Okay, so, where are you?” 

“I am on the stairs, girl.  What are you doing here and why haven’t your mother returned any of my calls?” 

“She had to go to work early this morning.” 

“Well baby I am so tired.  I am going back upstairs to rest.”

“Grandma call me if you need me, I’ll be sitting down here watching television.” 

Her grandmother said no more but continued up the stairs as slowly and best she could.  As she was almost there when the doorbell rang. 

“Who is it?”  Ashlaye yelled. 

“It’s Mrs. Martha.”  She replied. 

Ashlaye spoke loudly behind the door. “Oh Mrs. Martha, grandma is on her way back to bed.” 

“I heard she wasn’t feeling well so I made her some homemade chicken soup.” 

“Ashlaye go and open the door, don’t be rude.  I know I’ve taught you better than that.”  Her grandma intervened. 

Ashlaye opened the door; Mrs. Martha came in pass Ashlaye and went to the stairs.  She looked up and noticed Cynthia standing on the stairs. 

“Honey, I brought you over some chicken soup.  I made it myself.” 

Grandma took the soup; slowly walked down the stairs and to the kitchen, placing it on the stove. 

“Thank you, Martha, I’ll eat it when I get up, okay.” 

Martha gave Cynthia a hug and went out the door.      

“Take care of her Ashlaye and make sure she gets plenty of rest then eat my chicken soup.” 

“Yes, ma’am I will!”  Ashlaye shut the door as her grandmother headed upstairs to the bedroom. 

Ashlaye sat down on the couch to watch television.  The morning had gone on like normal and Ashlaye never heard her grandmother cough nor wheeze.  She ate some of Mrs. Martha’s soup only to find it was quite delicious.  Ashlaye went to the upstairs bathroom just so she could check on her grandmother. When she peeps in the room, her grandmother was still sleeping, back downstairs to the television she went.  Hours had passed and Ashlaye was getting tired of channel surfing and eating. 

Peter entered the house with such force it brought a breeze upon Ashlaye’s neck but instead of thinking it was something strange it was a relief from the heat wave.  She enjoyed it and wished for more.  Peter then made his way up the steps and to the bedside of Mrs. Cornable.  She woke abruptly feeling the presence of his spirit.  As he hovered over her, he wondered why she didn’t do or say anything when she had a chance to set things right.

“Why are you in my bedroom?”

“I am here to take you with me.  I know a place where it is cool and breezy.  There are no worries for your asthma and you can breathe freely.”

“I don’t want to go and besides my granddaughter is downstairs she will hear me yell.”

“Yell now because I guarantee she cannot hear you at all. See I just want to know one thing and one thing only.  When you found out that your husband, Sheriff Walt Cornable killed me why didn’t you try to do anything about it?  Why didn’t you convince him what he had done was wrong?”

“I did.  I told Walt that he should give up being a Sheriff; turn himself and all those involved into the State Police but he said that they will not find him guilty because of what you did.”

“Did he not tell you that I was innocent and that the Ashley girl lied?”

“He did not.  He told me you put up a fight and I told him that it was still wrong to kill and leave someone on the side of the river like that.  In fact, I defended you!”

“I’m sorry but I can’t say you did or say you didn’t.  All I know is that your prayer that night I appeared on your door step was the first time I heard of someone who had known of my death.  You asked the Lord for forgiveness of what your husband did, but I don’t forgive him at all.  Now I must take away what he held dearly to him.  I must end this life for you and move on but first I need to know something and I might allow you to continue on in this miserable life you suffer through.”

“What is it?  Anything if you will spare me where my husband didn’t spare you?”

“Do you know where this man in the photo with Walt live?”

“You mean Joe.”

“Yes, Joe!  What is Joe real name?”

“Joseph Tumble and he lives in Jamestown!”

“Well Jamestown is where I am going.”

“Am I spared from your wrath?”

“Yes, you are and now you can go back to sleep.”

He leaned in, kissed her lips sucking the air out of her body and into his; giving himself a breath of fresh air and taking away her life.  He then got up and exited the house once again passing Ashlaye with an even larger breeze.

As she was about to give up on the whole television idea, the 12:00 news came on.  They were reporting the death of her grandmother and how she died in this heat from a horrible asthma attack.  She turned and look towards the stairs.  She rushed to the steps when she heard sirens wailing outside.  She turned towards the door to open it for the Ambulance, but no one was there.  No police, no ambulance, no Pathologists, but she sees all of this on the television.  She thought that she was dreaming so she turned the channel.  Just then, Mrs. Martha and Mr. Jones knocked at the door while the phone was ringing.  She grabbed the phone and rushed to the door. 

“Who is it?” 

“Mrs. Martha and Mr. Jones, oh you poor dear we just heard on the news.” 

“What did you hear on the news?”  She replied as she opened the door. 

“About your grandmother.  I was just here, oh dear!”  Mrs. Martha said in a panicking voice. 

Ashlaye still confused, she heard a voice and wasn’t sure where it was coming from.  Someone was calling her name.  It was coming from the phone in her hand, that was barely touching her ear. 

“Ashlaye, Ashlaye are you okay?  I’ll be there shortly.  I am on my way!”  Her mother said fluttered with concern.

She hung up and rushed upstairs to find her grandmother laid out on the bed dead, aged as if she’s been dead for a while.  She called the police to report the death.  When she went downstairs to open the door, they were there already. 

“That was fast.”  She uttered, crying and falling over the place. 

“We saw it on the news.” Agent Mickett replied as she showed her badge to get in.  “I am Agent Mickett and this is Detectives Hishee’ and Monkeay.” 

“What happened to the police and news crew that was here?” Detective Monkeay asked. 

Ashlaye replied, “You all are the first.”  Still shedding tears 

“But we just saw it on the news live.” Detective Monkeay speculating. 

“You and the rest of the world, but I am telling you, you all are the first crew on the scene.” Ashlaye answered weak in the knees and needing a seat. 

A few minutes later the Pathologist arrived on the scene and was told nothing so he just waited.

The Detectives went over to Mrs. Martha, “Can you tell me what happened to the news crew and officers that was here before we arrived on the scene?” 

“You are the first officers here.”  Mrs. Martha answered. 

He spoke again, “I even saw you on the news.” 

“I know I saw myself on the news and I know that I wasn’t here until ten minutes before you all arrived.”  Mrs. Martha replied perplexed. 

The Detective feeling a little puzzled walked over to the Pathologist to ask him for the time of death. 

“I don’t know I haven’t been upstairs yet.  I was just told that’s where the body was located.  I’ll let you know as soon as I examine her.” 

The news crew was arriving and it was the same lady that they see on the television reporting the same incident.  Everyone in the house was even more muddled.  Just then the Medical Examiner called downstairs for one of the Detectives.  They all rushed upstairs to the master bedroom. 

“What do you have for us?” 

“I would say she died 12 days ago, around 12 noon.  I can’t be absolute about the exact time but the days I’m certain about.” 

“Why would these people be sitting here with a dead body upstairs and wait this long to call us?  It doesn’t make sense to me; something strange is going on.”  Detective Monkeay said as he scratched his head. 

The Detectives then came downstairs to question everyone who had contact with the victim within the last month.  They gathered everyone in the living room to ask questions. 

“It seems as though the victim has been dead for a while, according to the Pathologist.” 

“What’s a while because we just spoke to her like 3 hours ago?” 

“According to the Pathologist, she has been deceased for 12 days.” 

Everyone started whispering and murmuring.

“People, people I am going to need you all to cooperate in this matter.” 

Mrs. Martha stated, “That can’t be right.”  Ashlaye agreed sitting with tears flowing but gasping for air.  “She was just standing here complaining about not getting enough rest.” 

“Ma’am the Pathologist placed the time of death 12 days ago.” 

“Well, your Pathologist is wrong!” 

“Well, I am her granddaughter and I am telling you that she was just down here talking to me! Forget all that, first off who are you?!”  Ashlaye said with an attitude but still hurting from the pain of her loss. 

“I am Detective Hishee’ from homicide.” 

“Wait a minute from homicide!  Why would homicide be here if she died from an asthma attack?” 

“Are you sure that was the cause of death?” Detective Monkeay inquired.  “We are suspicious of this death.  There is more to this story than meets the eye.” 

“You mean to tell me that you all have reason to believe that she was murdered?”  Mr. Jones questioned. 

“No just foul play.” 

“I don’t care how you sugar coat it; it says the same thing to me!  She was murdered!”  He continued to voice his opinion. 

“We need to know who everyone is and how you are related to the victim?”  Detective Hishee’ stated. 

One by one they got the information from everyone in the room except Mr. Jones, by the time they got to him he wasn’t nowhere to be found.  He had slipped out and went on about his day as usual.  He had the police investigating wherein no one even looked for him or so he thought.  Mrs. Martha, Ashlaye and Maye vouched for him as Mrs. Cornable’s handyman.

“I have to get out of here.  The smell is making me sick.”  Agent Mickett implied as she walked out the front door.  This was her first murder case in Baton Rouge.  She was just transferred from Jamestown, Ohio. 

Detective Monkeay stated, “You’ll get used to it after a while.”  As he watched Agent Mickett walk out the front door and onto the porch.     

Detective Hishee’ asked Ashlaye. “When did she discover her grandmother’s body?” 

She responded, “Everything was okay earlier when she opened the door for me, but a few minutes before I let you in to answer your question.” 

The Detectives looked at her surprisingly.  Detective Monkeay said, “That’s impossible!” 

Martha interrupted and said, “Oh no it isn’t!  Check the phone records, Ashlaye had used my phone a few hours ago to call over here and get her to come downstairs to let her in.  I offered her pie but she didn’t want any.”    

Detective Monkeay inquired as to who she was and how she got in here?  Detective Hishee’ introduced Mrs. Martha Ashford. 

“She lives next door.”

“If there was any sign of foul play, I would have known about it?” 

“She’s right, she knows who did what; how they did it; and why they did it?!  She is the nosiest woman on the planet.  Ever since her husband passed, she learned to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong.  It’s like her hobby!”

“I can hear you B’Linda!  I’m standing right here!” 

“So, you are Mrs. Martha!  So, you are!” 

“Mrs. Ashford, I am Detective Monkeay and if you could step over here with me, I would gladly take your statement.” 

They stepped into the kitchen.

“Like I told B’Linda, she was very much alive earlier.  I came over to give her some homemade chicken soup.  She took it and placed it on the stove.  See it is right there.  I told her to eat some after her nap.  She went upstairs and Ashlaye turned on the television down here, not to disturb her while she napped.  Did she have an asthma attack?” 

“Yes, ma’am she did.  Then what happened?” 

“I don’t know I left.” 

“Thank you, much Mrs. Ashford, for your help.  If we need any more information, we will call you.” 

“Mrs. Martha sweetie, that’s my name.  Mr. Ashford is gone home, so I am Mrs. Martha now.”  He looked bewildered as Mrs. Martha walked away. 

Monkeay signaled for Mickett, “Mrs. Ashford said that the soup is hers on the stove.  She made it for the victim because she wasn’t feeling well.” 

Monkeay implemented Mrs. Ashford as a suspect. Have forensic bag her soup and have it tested for poisons of all kinds.

“By the way what is the deceased name?” 

“Cynthia Cornable, age 78 at time of death.  Check this out she just turned 78, twelve days ago.  The family had a party for her 10 days ago in which she attended.  Ashlaye mother, Maye Cornable confirms this and have live video to prove it on her phone.” 

“This is one for the books.  Let the boys’ downtown figure this one out.”  Mickett said. 

Hishee’ walks over with a mysterious look on her face.  “I am not understanding, how the Pathologist could say she’s been dead for 12 days, but family and friends are disagreeing with it.  This would mean that she died on her birthday. But the family and friends are saying no, not true.  I am so not pleased right now.”  She continued as she scratched her head.

They wrapped it up so they could take it back to the lieutenant. 

“He’s not going to believe this shit!”  Monkeay said. 

“Let’s go over what we have so far.” Mickett said getting in the car.  

“A grandmother died of an asthma attack or so it appears.  Pathology said she died 12 days ago, but the family is saying she had a party 10 days ago.  It showed up on the noon news, 12 minutes before we arrive, but no news crew or police officers was on the scene until after we arrived.  Our suspects in so far are a Ashlaye, Maye, Mrs. Martha and Mr. Jones.  By the way we didn’t get to interview because he somehow disappeared before the interviews happened.” 

She ran it down to them both.

“All I know is I don’t know.”  Hishee’ said as she slammed the car door. 

“Pathology also said it was suspicious. I guess we will just have to go to the State Examination Office to do some further investigating.”  Monkeay hunched his shoulders. 

Agent Mickett was told that she would be the one to tell the lieutenant, she agreed.  On their way back to the station, Mickett noticed Mr. Jones walking about twenty blocks from the crime scene.  She was curious how he got as far as he did without a car when they just left him at the scene of the crime when she was standing outside.  She noticed him at another neighbor’s house working on something in the front yard.  She didn’t say anything just kept it to herself, but Hishee’ also noticed him but thought nothing of it as well. 

They arrived at the station; neighbors of the deceased were calling into the station for information.  They wanted to know what really happened and if their lives were in danger. Detectives Hishee’, Monkeay along with Agent Mickett was ordered to come into the captain’s office immediately by the officer at the front desk.  The lieutenant and captain were waiting for them with questions that needed to be answered right away.  On the elevator, Mickett couldn’t help but think about Mr. Jones until she got in the captains’ office then her focused changed back to the victim.  All her thoughts went out the window as she looked upon the captain and lieutenant’s faces. 

“You all better have some good news for me because my phones haven’t stopped ringing as of noon!”  Captain Luckett yelled.  Captain Luckett was a medium built man with a mustache that looked too big for his face, green eyes and a buzz cut, who wouldn’t never be caught in a tie.   

Lieutenant Wilcox, with the saltiest look on his face, just stood by waiting on an answer but nothing was coming out of either of their mouths. 

“Sir Mickett have something she wants to tell you, sir.”  Monkeay spoke up. 

“Well, Mickett, you have something that you would like to tell me in reference to this case and it better be that you all know who the suspect is and that you are on your way to arrest him now!”  The captain demanded. 

“No sir it is not that at all.  It is that we have no suspects but this case is strange according to the Pathologist, Mrs. Cornable has been dead for 12 days, but according to the family and friends that is impossible.  See the family threw Mrs. Cornable a birthday party 10 days ago.  Her neighbor Mrs. Ashford had just finish speaking to her and brought over some chicken soup because she wasn’t feeling too well.  Same thing for her granddaughter who was there to look after her because she too knew that Mrs. Cornable wasn’t feeling too well.   So, you see sir this case isn’t just one for the solving, but this is one for the books.  This is going to take some time to figure out.”  Mickett explained. 

“Well okay as long as you solve this thing and do it fast and quiet!  Do you all know who Cynthia Cornable is or was?  She was our former Sheriff’s wife.”  The Captain and Lieutenant nodded. 

“We’ll do our best in making this thing go away fast.”  Mickett said. 

They all were dismissed and told to work quickly and quietly.  Mickett paused as they exited the captain’s office. 

“Did you all know that she was the former Sheriff’s wife?” 

“Yes!”  They both replied.

“Is that why you all had me tell the Captain and Lieutenant the verbal of the case?” 

“Yup!”  They said again.  

“Reason being you are the new guy and they rarely come down hard on the new guy.”  Hishee’ stated. 

They all laughed and went to their desks to figure things out.  As they were sitting there Hishee’ asked Mickett what kind of last name is that for a black girl? 

She said, “Well my daddy isn’t black and he married my mother as a trophy to shake his finger in the face of those nay Sayers but when we came along, he told my mother of his first wife.  They divorced of course but she kept the name for financial blackmail motives, but his wife is so naive and blind to the fact that my father wants to be with my mother.” 

Monkeay and Hishee’ looked at each other and shrub their shoulders to say okay it’s whatever.  Monkeay was creole through and through with his soft curly, wavy hair, who stood about 5’11” tall skinny built but with a deep voice so he spoke softly to keep people from thinking he was upset or angry.   B’Linda being Blasian (Black and Asian) was different and she knew it but she came off to people like she was always angry or upset.  She only stands 5’2” tall but had a heart of a lion and didn’t mind roaring at people when she felt threatened.

Monkeay asked, “Where were you born and raised?” 

“Believe it or not, I was born right here in the great parish of Baton Rouge.  My sister, mother and I moved away like 12 years ago.  My dad sent us to Jamestown to live; said it would be the best thing for us since he was married and already had two children then but now, he had four children by his first wife.  My mother said the two she had was enough.  He promised my mother he’ll take good care of us and well he did.”  She replied. 

“Well damn girl you have a story all on your own, now, don’t you?”  Hishee’ stated. 

“I guess I do.”  She smiled in replied. 

Monkeay just wanted to solve this case already so he could be on vacation soon.  Then he started going through his notes and noticed that Mr. Jones never gave us his background nor a statement.  That’s when Mickett remember something familiar about him. 

“Hey that Mr. Jones never gave us his background nor alibi for his whereabouts during the time of Mrs. Cornable death.  Also, I noticed he had slipped out on us during the interview period with the family and friends, even though they gave him a connection to the victim, we still don’t know where he was. 

Mickett stated that, “He looks like a man that her mother dated roughly 12 years ago just before we moved to Jamestown, Ohio but it couldn’t be him because he still look the same.  I don’t know much about how people are supposed to age but my mother isn’t 12 years younger looking even those she doesn’t look 54 either.  It must be his son or he better give me his aging remedy.” 

“Damn your mother even dated young.” 

“No, I’m saying he looks roughly around the same age as he would have 12 years ago.  Not that the man that my mom was dating 12 years ago was 24 or anything.”  She tried to explain. 

“Oh, okay!” They both replied. 

They got up and went to work.  They headed to the State Examiner Office.  He told them that it wasn’t just an ordinary asthma attack.  It looks like every time she gasped for air her body clang to her bones for it.  That had never happened before and he couldn’t make sense of it for them.  Also, there were no trace of any type of poisons in her system.  With that information in hand and an uncertain knowledge of the exact time of death they decided they needed more to go on.  They went back to the house which was still a crime scene; which mean it was empty, to see if they could find any evidence of foul play.  They came up short.  They questioned the police that was on guard if anyone had been in the house since the incident that happened there.  His answer was no, so they started to walk in the direction that Mickett noticed Mr. Jones walking and timed themselves to see if they could make it to the exact same spot that she noticed Mr. Jones.  They didn’t even get close.  Everyone was wondering why they was taking the walk and she said to see if anyone could have gotten this far from the crime scene before we arrived and how far they would have gotten in 12 minutes.

“In walking it would have taken him at least an hour to get to this spot.  He had left like 20 minutes before we did and he made it here.  He had to have caught a ride and then decided that he could walk the rest of the way.”  Mickett thought to herself, but aloud.  “Plus, it was hot as hell out here today and he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.”  Mickett mentioned. 

“Who are you referring to that would have walked in this hot ass heat?”

“Okay so remember when we were talking about Mr. Jones.”

“Yeah.” They both replied.

“I had saw him earlier walking while we were driving back to the station, but he hadn’t even broken a sweat.  This is the spot where I saw him.”  Mickett pointed out.

“Why is that such a mystery?”

“It isn’t except I saw him leave from a neighbor’s house 20 minutes before we got in the car.  You all know how long it took us to walk here so there is no way he got this far without help am I right?”

“Please he had to have been sweating, we were in the car and still was sweating with the air on.  There’s no way he wasn’t sweating.”  Monkeay argued.

“Plus, you see how long it took us to walk here, if he left 20 minutes before us there is no way he would have made it this far.  We took an hour and 20 minutes to get this far.” Hishee’ spoke out of breath and in need of water.

“I remember thinking that when I saw him that he wasn’t even sweating and how in the hell did he get this far?  I think I would have remembered him sweating. So, I think you all understand why this have me baffled a little.”  Mickett argued back.

“Now that you keep mentioning him, I haven’t even heard a peep from anyone about him since they spoke directly to everyone else. Plus, I did see him as well but paid it no attention.”  Hishee’ added. 

“You are so right when we revisited the witnesses or suspects no one brought up his name at all.”  Monkeay also added.

“Well, we need to find him and ask him some questions that he may need to answer right away.”  Hishee’ said. 

“Good thing we had a patrolman follow us while we walked or we would have died trying to walk back.”  Mickett said.

“You got that right!”  They both agreed.

They all got into the car and proceeded back to Mrs. Martha’s house.  When they got there, she was on the porch drinking lemonade.  It was still hot as hell but not as hot as earlier that day.

“Well good evening if it isn’t my favorite detectives, well at least two of you.” 

“Hello to you too, Mrs. Martha.” Hishee’ spoke. 

“Hello everyone, how are you all doing this nice warm and sunny day? Did you all find out what happened to my friend and stop accusing us of foul play?” 

“We all are good, but in need of some of your assistance.”  Monkeay asked. 

“Yes, some of that good ole country hospitality.” Mickett followed up with the compliment. 

“I asked how I can help you all, didn’t I?” 

“Yes, ma’am you did.”  Mickett said. 

“We need to know if you know the whereabout of a Mr. Jones, or know of anyone who does?”  Monkeay asked politely. 

“Sir, I don’t know him personally, I just know him from Cynthia.  She was his employer not me.  I just like watching him work and my he does a wonderful job.  I know it doesn’t help much but that man is easy on the eyes.” 

“Yeah, we understand that but he never done work for anyone else around here?” 

“I’m not sure.  No one else has ever mentioned to me if he had done work for them, but I could ask around.” 

“I saw him working in the lady yard over there.  Do you know who she is?”  Mickett inquired.

“That’s Ms. Davis yard and if he done work for her, he must have done it out of kindness.  Ms. Davis been dead for months now.”  Mrs. Martha replied.

“Thank you, ma’am you have been, a great help and we look forward to hearing from you if you hear anything.  Why in the world would a man do work for a woman that cannot pay him or is dead?  I think we need to search that house to see if that’s where Mr. Jones have been living.”  Mickett said as they were leaving the porch. 

“You all can stay for some Lemonade if you would like to, no.”  Mrs. Martha offered

“No, thank you we really need to be going and we have so much work to do.” Hishee’ declined. 

As they were walking towards the car, Hishee’ thought she saw Mr. Jones in the victim’s house.  They quickly drawled their weapons and had the officer open the door.  When they got inside there was nothing different, and there was no one in the house.  Hishee’ knew without a shadow of a doubt that she saw him standing at the front window looking directly at them.  The back of the house was still bolted shut just like the crime lab officers left it as well as the windows. 

“Maybe you want to solve this case so bad you are seeing him and want him to be the perpetrator we are looking for in this murder.” Monkeay said. 

“Yeah, maybe that’s what it is, but I know my mind isn’t playing tricks on me.  Besides, don’t call it a murder, because there was no sign of trauma to the body nor was poison present in her system.  Say what it is foul play or suspicious.”  Hishee’ replied. 

Mickett said, “Well we are going to wait for a search warrant to search the former Ms. Davis house as well just in case Mr. Jones like to camp out in dead women houses.”  

As they waited Mickett and Hishee’ stared at Mrs. Cornable house just in case what she saw was him standing in the window doing surveillance on his new target.  An hour after sitting and waiting for their search warrant Mickett grew tired of sitting, she decided to go in on probable cause.  She entered on suspicion that a murder suspect was held up inside waiting to kill his next victim.  Weapons drawn again they enter announcing that they were the police entering with a search warrant.  There was no sign that someone was living in the home or have lived there since Ms. Davis death.  It was covered with dust and no sign that anything had been removed, the furniture was still covered up with a stillness that seemed haunting. 

“I wander if Ms. Davis died in this house and what kind of woman she was, because this place gives me the creeps.”  Mickett mentioned as she ordered them to leave.

They then left the house and locked the doors back up.  Agent Mickett felt a cold feeling come across her as she turned and looked back to see him standing exactly where Hishee’ said she saw him.  She knew he wasn’t there in reality and couldn’t explain him in her head either.  She just continued on with the other detectives as they got into the car.  She knew she needed to know what happened to Mr. Jones and fast. 

When she got back to the station, she went to a private room to make a call.  She called her mother. 

“Hey Momma, this is Ashley.” 

“Hello, Ashley but I knew it was you already.  You didn’t have to announce yourself.” 

“How did you know it was me, Momma?” 

“First of all, I have caller ID, and second of all I know your voice.”  She snickered.  

“Okay, okay, you got me on both of them” She laughed. 

“What’s do you want just the same?” 

“Momma I need to know if you know whatever became of Mr. Jones?” 

As she stood there looking at him as if he never left, she replied.  He had paid Janis a visit every day since he had returned to the surface.  She wasn’t startled to see him, but relieved and joyful.

“No Honey, I have no idea what became of him and I would rather forget what may have become of him.  I don’t want to open those cans of worms at all.  I rather talk about something else if you don’t mind.” 

“Well Momma, I kind of mind, because it is now my job.  Plus, I think I have been seeing him and if so then he hasn’t changed at all.  Do you know if he had any children, especially, sons?” 

“No, he had no children, no family at all.  He was an orphan and that is why he gravitated to us so fast.  We were his only family until you ripped that from him, all to stay face with your daddy.  Do you remember that?” 

“Yes Momma, maybe you are right, maybe we should leave this can of worms alone.”  She sassed as she hung up the phone.      

Mrs. Mickett looked at the phone as she hung it up and then back at Mr. Jones. 

“I have questions but will you have answers?” 

“I shall try my best to answer all your question but first there is something I need you to know.  I am not alive and I am not actually here.  You cannot really touch me it is all in your mind if you think you are holding my hand right now.  I am here because the ancestors have given me a special power to do work that needs to be done.” 

“Where did you go that night?” 

“I don’t want to talk about that night.  I just want to look at you and admire your beauty like I use to before that night.” 

“You still have a way with my heart and you still as handsome as the day I met you.”  She smiled as her heart started beating again. 

“I would like to thank you for that, but I can’t stay, there is much work that needs to be done and I am the only person to do it.” 

“What work?” 

“The less you know the better you will be when it hits home.” 

“I’m not sure what that mean, but it was great seeing you again.  Will I ever see you again after this moment?” 

“I have been here watching over you for a while.  I just wanted to reveal myself to you at this moment.  Remember, whenever you feel lonely you can always call on me and I will come but when I can’t no longer come that’s when my work has been completed.” 

He then vanished into thin air and she was lonely again.  Peter made himself less visible to her but still stood there looking on with his heart hurting for he knew he would break her heart.  His heart wanted her love but his mind and will wanted revenge so he went on with the plans as ordered. She wasn’t sure of the strange events that just happened but she was happy enough to hear from her daughter and see an old friend.  Peter had found Joseph Tumble, but Joseph wasn’t very cooperative. 

“Now Joe; may I call you Joe?”

“Bastard nigger you may not call me Joe.  Joe is what my friends call me and I ain’t never been friends with a nigger and never will be!”

“Now Mr. Tumble I don’t think you are in no way shape or form to be criticizing me right now, are you?  See I am not going to be kind to you in this hour of your life; I am in fact going to be very mean.  See what you all did to me wasn’t right and you all knew it.”

“All I know is that you are a rapist and we did what we did but we should have done more.”

“I already know you know I was innocent.  I also know that you told no one of what you have done so I am going to take from you what you took from me.”

“We didn’t take anything that was of any use to anyone.  You didn’t even have a family because they didn’t even want you.”  Mr. Tumble laughed. 

“Well that maybe true and I don’t know if it is or not but what I do know is that I had love before that night and you all stole it away from me and now, I am going to steal your wife’s love from her.  It is only right.  No, you know what I will spare your life only if you can tell me where Susan Donnell lives.  You know the girl who killed her mother, supposedly.  I must admit that was ingenious of Walt to turn the whole town on her like she was a problem child.  I read the files, yes, I can read.”

“If you can read boy then you will know no one knows where she went to and nobody cares.”

“See that is where you are wrong because her mother cared but you all took her away from her just like you all took me away from people who cared about me.” 

“Be honest with yourself nigger no one cared about you.  Even after you were dead no one came looking for you and no one even inquired about you. NOT ONE SOUL!”

“JUST TELL ME WHERE I CAN FIND SUSAN DONNELL AND EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE FOR YOU!  BETTER YET JUST TELL ME WHERE I CAN FIND HENRY DONNELL.  HE IS THE SON OF A BITCH I REALLY WANT; NOW TELL ME!

“He’s gone boy. He was a coward and killed himself in Maryland some years ago.”

“That is all I wanted to know and now I leave you without life.”

He then reached through Joseph chest and pulled out his heart. 

“I’ll take this because you don’t need it because of your heartless ways to mankind.”

Next, he removed his eyes, and lungs along with his brain.

“You aren’t going to need eyes cause clearly you can’t see what is right in front of you.  Breathing is a privilege and you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as a dog.  Since you are closed minded then a brain is well, too much of a good thing for a dummy.  Now I might as well take everything.  I am going to take your kidneys, spline, gallbladder, prostate, teeth and tongue.  See from where I am standing Joe, you are worthless and I have your life to prove it.”

He then started to eat it and grew stronger in his battle to do unto others as they have done unto him.

Back in Baton Rouge, the case wasn’t going so well and the captain and the lieutenant was not happy.  It had been days and still no results.  To them it looked like everyone was just sitting around twittering their fingers.  Captain Luckett asked in a very calm voice,

“Where are we on this case?” 

Before anyone could answer the news came on and it was a murder that just took place in Jamestown, Ohio.  This grabbed Agent Mickett’s attention because that’s where her mother and sister lives.  She asked the captain; would he mind if she paid attention to the news.  The reporter stated,

“Mr. Joseph Tumble body was found but none of his organs was in his body.  This is a strange situation and that the Detectives here was mystified about the whole thing.  He is a native of Baton Rouge and moved to Jamestown a few years ago to make a fresh start.  We will have more for you as this story develops.” 

The broadcast ended and she refocused her attention to the captain. 

“Excuse me!” The captain said as he rushed into his office to make a call. 

As strange as that may seem to the detective what Mickett was doing was even stranger.  She was having a black out and no one knew what to do.  She was laying on the floor with her eyes wide opened but wasn’t responsive.  She was breathing and jerking but still incoherent to the people around her.  They called and shouted her name but she still was not responding.  She was blinking and everything but just could not respond. 

“Sister, can you hear me?” Ashlay asked.

“I can but where am I and what have you done to me?”

“You are with me in the spirit world but I haven’t done anything to you.  The news of the man being killed caused you to go into a trans and I used that window to tell you that something horrible is coming and you will be in the center of it.  Watch your back because I can’t see what is coming which means I will not be able to protect you.”

“Wait what am I supposed to do if you aren’t sure what is coming and do it concern momma?”

“It doesn’t and we are just fine if that is what you are asking.”  Ashlay said as she faded away into the background and out of sight.

The lieutenant called for a paramedic but by the time they arrived she was back to being herself.  As she was coming around, she noticed everyone was standing over top of her and looking at her very strange.  She asked what they were doing and why was they starring at her.  The lieutenant asked everyone to back up and give her some room.  He asked her if she’s ok and she answered just fine. 

“You gave us a scare.  I didn’t know you had seizures.” 

“I don’t have seizures; I have blackout spells.  I can see but I can’t hear and I am unable to respond.  I had it for about 12 years now.  I don’t know what brings them on but when they happen, they don’t last long and I can resume whatever it is I am doing.” 

“Well until you get medical clearance that say that you are capable of active duty, I am going to have to pull you off this case.” 

“Check my file sir, I have medical paperwork that says I am well and capable of duty.  It is from your doctors here so thank you!  Tells me a lot about personnel!” 

“Are you sassing me?” 

“No sir, I wouldn’t dream of sassing you.  I am just saying that I know what I am capable of and that my medical condition doesn’t affect my decision only my movements.”  She said as she got from the floor and sat down at her desk.

As she was about to relax the captain called all three of them into his office. 

“I have to send you all to Jamestown, Ohio for this case on Mr. Joseph Tumble.  They somehow think that it is linked to the case here in Baton Rouge.” 

“How, sir?”  Monkeay asked. 

“You’ll find out when you get there.  Now go and report all the findings to this office immediately.  I need to know if we have a serial killer forming.”  Captain demanded.

They rushed to their desks, grabbed their prepared overnight bags and headed to the airport.  On the way there, Mickett was thinking about her conversation with her sister in her time of vulnerability.  She couldn’t help but wonder what harm could come to her that Ashlay would not be able to save her from.  Once at the airport, Monkeay saw Mr. Jones; he was cleaning and mopping the floors.  Monkeay walked over to Mr. Jones and asked if he remember him. 

“I do remember you sir.  You are the detective investigating my former employers murder so you say.” 

“Yes sir, I am.  What are you doing here?” 

“Well sir, it would seem as though I am working.  I have a mop in my hand and I am mopping a floor.  I would do it for free but I don’t think that’s going to put food on the table, clothes on my back and keep a roof over my head.” He said sarcastically, as he continued to mop. 

“Well sir you are a hard man to find and I have been looking everywhere for you.” 

“Not everywhere sir, because I have been right here working since my employment with Mrs. Cornable has been terminated.  So, you aren’t a very good detective or you would have found me sooner than now.”  Mr. Jones continue with the sardonic tones. 

“I have to catch a flight but when I return, I need to have a discussion with you.  Will you be available?” 

“I will be right here when you return unless talking to you loses me this job, then no I will not be here.” 

Monkeay laughed and walked away.  He returned to his partners and told them he found Mr. Jones.  Hishee’ so worked up,

“Where is he and why didn’t you arrest him?” 

“Arrest him on what charges?”  Monkeay asked.  “Anyway, he works here at the airport and when we return, we can just pull him in for questioning then.”  Monkeay went on to say. 

He looked back and Mr. Jones was gone.  He wasn’t there any longer and the floor was cleaned.  He quickly turned around to all sides of him to see that he was nowhere to be found. 

“Now I know he was just there.  I spoke to him myself and everything.”  Monkeay thought to himself. 

To make sure he wasn’t going crazy he made himself a note to call the airport upon his return and see if they employed Mr. Jones. 

“Damn, but I have no first name on him.  This is going to be crazy.”  Again, he said to himself as his mind wanders about. 

Mickett snapped her fingers to get his attention,

“It is time to board the plane.  Are you ready or is there something you need to do here first?” 

“I’m ready.  Let’s go!  I just had to make a mental note of some things that’s all.” 

They boarded the plane and took their seats.   They flew business class on the Mickett’s account.  Being a federal agent means that she had access to a bigger account than the detectives. 

“This should be an interesting trip.  I just want to know what makes them think that their case is intertwined with our case.  If they just want us to do their work, they have another thing coming.”  Hishee’ said.

“I am just going to sleep the whole way there.  Wake me when we land and no, I don’t eat airplane food, so I won’t be needing anything until we land.”  Mickett said as she grabbed her pillow, put on some eye mask and relaxed her seat.  

“Aren’t you something?  You are the agent on this flight and you have the nerve to take a nap.” 

Hishee’ said as she watched Mickett get comfortable.  Monkeay still a little disorganized from talking to Mr. Jones, didn’t hear a word they said.  The Pilot came across the intercom to informed the passengers that they will be taking off and to fasten their seat belts.  Hishee’ and Monkeay did just that, because Mickett had buckled in before she went to sleep there was no need to wake her to do so.  Hishee’ looked at Monkeay with worry,

“Are you okay?  You haven’t been yourself since the airport.” 

“I spoke to Mr. Jones.”  “Yeah, you said that already.  Why didn’t you arrest him, though?” 

“To do what with him?  Anyhow I was talking to him one minute and as soon as I turned my back he was gone.  I mean it was like he vanished into thin air.”  He chuckled. 

“I didn’t see you talking to him, when was this?” 

“I was standing by the pay phones talking to him.” 

“I thought you were over there making a call or something.  I didn’t see you talking to anyone.  I could be wrong though or just had missed you talking to him.”  Hishee’ replied. 

“All I remember is that you said you talked to him, but you never said where.  Then again, I do remember you also saying he works at the airport.” 

“Right and when I said it, is when I had finished talking to him.” 

“You aren’t making much sense.  I think this case got your mind going in circles.  Maybe a fresh case will have your mind back on track.” 

“Or maybe it will have me even more jumbled in thought than what I am now.”  Monkeay said under his breath.

They both turned their backs to one another and relaxed.  Monkeay mind was on the case and Hishee’ mind was on music as she placed the earbuds in her ears to listen.  Not soon after the stewardess came over and asked what they wanted from the snack tray.  Then asked was they a part of the long flight or the short flight.  Monkeay asked for the dry fruit and water and Hishee’ had just water.  As she was about to touch Mickett, Hishee’ grabbed her arm and told her,

“She won’t be having anything but the nap she is getting.  Thank you very much.” 

The Stewardess pulled away and said, “I also would have heard it if you would have said it without touching me.” 

Hishee’ then pulled back her jacket to show the stewardess her badge.  The stewardess just rolled her eyes and went on about her business.  When she returned with their water, she still had found pleasantry from neither one of them.  She couldn’t wait for them to exit the plane because she had enough of their attitudes and disresp

Chapter Two

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ne early morning, on the 13th of June 2000, the hottest day of the year thus far.  It hasn’t been this hot in years.  Everyone was feeling it and was not sure what this weather meant but they just wanted it to pass already. 

“Lord this is a scorcher, feels like Death Valley out there today.”  Mrs. Cornable said with her asthma acting up. 

The temperature was a mere 107* and the humidity was a whopping 98*.  What was there to do but sweat?  It was so hot the air conditioners weren’t helping, swimming was making it worst, but nevertheless trying to stay cool was a task all on its own. 

Ashlaye was 17 now, and still doing the same routine as every week, walking along the bridge heading to her grandma’s home.  Her grandmother wasn’t feeling so good due to the heat wave, so Ashlaye was rushing to be there for her.   Ashlaye so focused on getting to her grandma she didn’t notice the screaming at first but as soon as she stop talking to herself, she noticed it.  It was like someone was yelling and squealing at the same time.  She turned quickly; nothing was there.  She continued to walk, now she was singing to pass the time.  She hears it again, but louder.  Not sure if she was walking towards the danger, she picked up the pace.  She started looking around and still nothing. 

“My mind is playing tricks on me.  I must hurry up and get there.  Damn it’s hot!  Hell can’t be this hot. The devil must be happy in hell right now, damn! Shit!  I need something to drink.”  Ashlaye spoke aloud but to herself.

Then suddenly, a chill rolled down her back like someone was watching her.  Then a shadow cast over her head.  She was scared to turn around, so she started walking faster.  Just then a hand grabbed her shoulder.  She shivered with fear as she turned around.  It was Mr. Jones.  She was relieved to know that it was someone she knew. 

“Oh, Mr. Jones you scared me half to death.”  She said as she tried to catch her breath. 

He smiled in a crazy way, “Ashlaye, what are you doing out so early in the morning?”  

“I am going to my grandmother’s. She isn’t feeling so well, so my mother told me to go over and keep her company.”  Ashlaye replied finally catching her breath.  “Did you hear that screaming a while ago?”

With a deep voice, Mr. Jones instructed her to hurry along and don’t stop to talk to anyone.  Not answering her questions but directing for her to rush along.

She said, “okay” and went on her way.  

Mr. Jones disappeared suddenly like air.  She started to run.  She thought that was spooky, the way he was gone just like that as well as showed up out of nowhere.  Mr. Jones walked behind the trees, watching her runaway.  When Ashlaye got to her grandmother’s she was all out of breath.  She had to relax and try her best not to panic to make her grandma panic.  She knocked and knocked on her grandmother’s door but there was no answer.

She kicked on the door hard with her foot, still no answer.  She called out to her grandmother but still no answer.  Her grandmother was too weak to come to the door, so Ashlaye went to Mrs. Martha’s house to use her phone.  Afraid that something terrible had happened to her she called in a panicking state.  She wants to let her grandmother know she was at the door.  Mrs. Marth’s husband, Bob died early this year so she was always trying to get someone to stay over.  Mrs. Martha had fell into a state of depression from being so lonely. All she really wanted was some company and people to converse with over tea and dessert.

Mrs. Martha offered Ashlaye some cookies and a piece of pie so Ashlaye would stay for a while, but Ashlaye said no thank you and left out the door.  Her grandmother had made it to the door to let Ashlaye in but she wasn’t standing there.  She left the door open for her to get in.  She started back upstairs to her room when the door made a creaking sound like it was being opened.  She turned to look but no one was there.  She paid it no attention and continued up the steps.  Ashlaye opened the door yelling,

“Gramps! Grandma, where are you?” 

Her grandmother replied, “Stop yelling and close that door, you’re letting the heat in.” 

“Okay, so, where are you?” 

“I am on the stairs, girl.  What are you doing here and why haven’t your mother returned any of my calls?” 

“She had to go to work early this morning.” 

“Well baby I am so tired.  I am going back upstairs to rest.”

“Grandma call me if you need me, I’ll be sitting down here watching television.” 

Her grandmother said no more but continued up the stairs as slowly and best she could.  As she was almost there when the doorbell rang. 

“Who is it?”  Ashlaye yelled. 

“It’s Mrs. Martha.”  She replied. 

Ashlaye spoke loudly behind the door. “Oh Mrs. Martha, grandma is on her way back to bed.” 

“I heard she wasn’t feeling well so I made her some homemade chicken soup.” 

“Ashlaye go and open the door, don’t be rude.  I know I’ve taught you better than that.”  Her grandma intervened. 

Ashlaye opened the door; Mrs. Martha came in pass Ashlaye and went to the stairs.  She looked up and noticed Cynthia standing on the stairs. 

“Honey, I brought you over some chicken soup.  I made it myself.” 

Grandma took the soup; slowly walked down the stairs and to the kitchen, placing it on the stove. 

“Thank you, Martha, I’ll eat it when I get up, okay.” 

Martha gave Cynthia a hug and went out the door.      

“Take care of her Ashlaye and make sure she gets plenty of rest then eat my chicken soup.” 

“Yes, ma’am I will!”  Ashlaye shut the door as her grandmother headed upstairs to the bedroom. 

Ashlaye sat down on the couch to watch television.  The morning had gone on like normal and Ashlaye never heard her grandmother cough nor wheeze.  She ate some of Mrs. Martha’s soup only to find it was quite delicious.  Ashlaye went to the upstairs bathroom just so she could check on her grandmother. When she peeps in the room, her grandmother was still sleeping, back downstairs to the television she went.  Hours had passed and Ashlaye was getting tired of channel surfing and eating. 

Peter entered the house with such force it brought a breeze upon Ashlaye’s neck but instead of thinking it was something strange it was a relief from the heat wave.  She enjoyed it and wished for more.  Peter then made his way up the steps and to the bedside of Mrs. Cornable.  She woke abruptly feeling the presence of his spirit.  As he hovered over her, he wondered why she didn’t do or say anything when she had a chance to set things right.

“Why are you in my bedroom?”

“I am here to take you with me.  I know a place where it is cool and breezy.  There are no worries for your asthma and you can breathe freely.”

“I don’t want to go and besides my granddaughter is downstairs she will hear me yell.”

“Yell now because I guarantee she cannot hear you at all. See I just want to know one thing and one thing only.  When you found out that your husband, Sheriff Walt Cornable killed me why didn’t you try to do anything about it?  Why didn’t you convince him what he had done was wrong?”

“I did.  I told Walt that he should give up being a Sheriff; turn himself and all those involved into the State Police but he said that they will not find him guilty because of what you did.”

“Did he not tell you that I was innocent and that the Ashley girl lied?”

“He did not.  He told me you put up a fight and I told him that it was still wrong to kill and leave someone on the side of the river like that.  In fact, I defended you!”

“I’m sorry but I can’t say you did or say you didn’t.  All I know is that your prayer that night I appeared on your door step was the first time I heard of someone who had known of my death.  You asked the Lord for forgiveness of what your husband did, but I don’t forgive him at all.  Now I must take away what he held dearly to him.  I must end this life for you and move on but first I need to know something and I might allow you to continue on in this miserable life you suffer through.”

“What is it?  Anything if you will spare me where my husband didn’t spare you?”

“Do you know where this man in the photo with Walt live?”

“You mean Joe.”

“Yes, Joe!  What is Joe real name?”

“Joseph Tumble and he lives in Jamestown!”

“Well Jamestown is where I am going.”

“Am I spared from your wrath?”

“Yes, you are and now you can go back to sleep.”

He leaned in, kissed her lips sucking the air out of her body and into his; giving himself a breath of fresh air and taking away her life.  He then got up and exited the house once again passing Ashlaye with an even larger breeze.

As she was about to give up on the whole television idea, the 12:00 news came on.  They were reporting the death of her grandmother and how she died in this heat from a horrible asthma attack.  She turned and look towards the stairs.  She rushed to the steps when she heard sirens wailing outside.  She turned towards the door to open it for the Ambulance, but no one was there.  No police, no ambulance, no Pathologists, but she sees all of this on the television.  She thought that she was dreaming so she turned the channel.  Just then, Mrs. Martha and Mr. Jones knocked at the door while the phone was ringing.  She grabbed the phone and rushed to the door. 

“Who is it?” 

“Mrs. Martha and Mr. Jones, oh you poor dear we just heard on the news.” 

“What did you hear on the news?”  She replied as she opened the door. 

“About your grandmother.  I was just here, oh dear!”  Mrs. Martha said in a panicking voice. 

Ashlaye still confused, she heard a voice and wasn’t sure where it was coming from.  Someone was calling her name.  It was coming from the phone in her hand, that was barely touching her ear. 

“Ashlaye, Ashlaye are you okay?  I’ll be there shortly.  I am on my way!”  Her mother said fluttered with concern.

She hung up and rushed upstairs to find her grandmother laid out on the bed dead, aged as if she’s been dead for a while.  She called the police to report the death.  When she went downstairs to open the door, they were there already. 

“That was fast.”  She uttered, crying and falling over the place. 

“We saw it on the news.” Agent Mickett replied as she showed her badge to get in.  “I am Agent Mickett and this is Detectives Hishee’ and Monkeay.” 

“What happened to the police and news crew that was here?” Detective Monkeay asked. 

Ashlaye replied, “You all are the first.”  Still shedding tears 

“But we just saw it on the news live.” Detective Monkeay speculating. 

“You and the rest of the world, but I am telling you, you all are the first crew on the scene.” Ashlaye answered weak in the knees and needing a seat. 

A few minutes later the Pathologist arrived on the scene and was told nothing so he just waited.

The Detectives went over to Mrs. Martha, “Can you tell me what happened to the news crew and officers that was here before we arrived on the scene?” 

“You are the first officers here.”  Mrs. Martha answered. 

He spoke again, “I even saw you on the news.” 

“I know I saw myself on the news and I know that I wasn’t here until ten minutes before you all arrived.”  Mrs. Martha replied perplexed. 

The Detective feeling a little puzzled walked over to the Pathologist to ask him for the time of death. 

“I don’t know I haven’t been upstairs yet.  I was just told that’s where the body was located.  I’ll let you know as soon as I examine her.” 

The news crew was arriving and it was the same lady that they see on the television reporting the same incident.  Everyone in the house was even more muddled.  Just then the Medical Examiner called downstairs for one of the Detectives.  They all rushed upstairs to the master bedroom. 

“What do you have for us?” 

“I would say she died 12 days ago, around 12 noon.  I can’t be absolute about the exact time but the days I’m certain about.” 

“Why would these people be sitting here with a dead body upstairs and wait this long to call us?  It doesn’t make sense to me; something strange is going on.”  Detective Monkeay said as he scratched his head. 

The Detectives then came downstairs to question everyone who had contact with the victim within the last month.  They gathered everyone in the living room to ask questions. 

“It seems as though the victim has been dead for a while, according to the Pathologist.” 

“What’s a while because we just spoke to her like 3 hours ago?” 

“According to the Pathologist, she has been deceased for 12 days.” 

Everyone started whispering and murmuring.

“People, people I am going to need you all to cooperate in this matter.” 

Mrs. Martha stated, “That can’t be right.”  Ashlaye agreed sitting with tears flowing but gasping for air.  “She was just standing here complaining about not getting enough rest.” 

“Ma’am the Pathologist placed the time of death 12 days ago.” 

“Well, your Pathologist is wrong!” 

“Well, I am her granddaughter and I am telling you that she was just down here talking to me! Forget all that, first off who are you?!”  Ashlaye said with an attitude but still hurting from the pain of her loss. 

“I am Detective Hishee’ from homicide.” 

“Wait a minute from homicide!  Why would homicide be here if she died from an asthma attack?” 

“Are you sure that was the cause of death?” Detective Monkeay inquired.  “We are suspicious of this death.  There is more to this story than meets the eye.” 

“You mean to tell me that you all have reason to believe that she was murdered?”  Mr. Jones questioned. 

“No just foul play.” 

“I don’t care how you sugar coat it; it says the same thing to me!  She was murdered!”  He continued to voice his opinion. 

“We need to know who everyone is and how you are related to the victim?”  Detective Hishee’ stated. 

One by one they got the information from everyone in the room except Mr. Jones, by the time they got to him he wasn’t nowhere to be found.  He had slipped out and went on about his day as usual.  He had the police investigating wherein no one even looked for him or so he thought.  Mrs. Martha, Ashlaye and Maye vouched for him as Mrs. Cornable’s handyman.

“I have to get out of here.  The smell is making me sick.”  Agent Mickett implied as she walked out the front door.  This was her first murder case in Baton Rouge.  She was just transferred from Jamestown, Ohio. 

Detective Monkeay stated, “You’ll get used to it after a while.”  As he watched Agent Mickett walk out the front door and onto the porch.     

Detective Hishee’ asked Ashlaye. “When did she discover her grandmother’s body?” 

She responded, “Everything was okay earlier when she opened the door for me, but a few minutes before I let you in to answer your question.” 

The Detectives looked at her surprisingly.  Detective Monkeay said, “That’s impossible!” 

Martha interrupted and said, “Oh no it isn’t!  Check the phone records, Ashlaye had used my phone a few hours ago to call over here and get her to come downstairs to let her in.  I offered her pie but she didn’t want any.”    

Detective Monkeay inquired as to who she was and how she got in here?  Detective Hishee’ introduced Mrs. Martha Ashford. 

“She lives next door.”

“If there was any sign of foul play, I would have known about it?” 

“She’s right, she knows who did what; how they did it; and why they did it?!  She is the nosiest woman on the planet.  Ever since her husband passed, she learned to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong.  It’s like her hobby!”

“I can hear you B’Linda!  I’m standing right here!” 

“So, you are Mrs. Martha!  So, you are!” 

“Mrs. Ashford, I am Detective Monkeay and if you could step over here with me, I would gladly take your statement.” 

They stepped into the kitchen.

“Like I told B’Linda, she was very much alive earlier.  I came over to give her some homemade chicken soup.  She took it and placed it on the stove.  See it is right there.  I told her to eat some after her nap.  She went upstairs and Ashlaye turned on the television down here, not to disturb her while she napped.  Did she have an asthma attack?” 

“Yes, ma’am she did.  Then what happened?” 

“I don’t know I left.” 

“Thank you, much Mrs. Ashford, for your help.  If we need any more information, we will call you.” 

“Mrs. Martha sweetie, that’s my name.  Mr. Ashford is gone home, so I am Mrs. Martha now.”  He looked bewildered as Mrs. Martha walked away. 

Monkeay signaled for Mickett, “Mrs. Ashford said that the soup is hers on the stove.  She made it for the victim because she wasn’t feeling well.” 

Monkeay implemented Mrs. Ashford as a suspect. Have forensic bag her soup and have it tested for poisons of all kinds.

“By the way what is the deceased name?” 

“Cynthia Cornable, age 78 at time of death.  Check this out she just turned 78, twelve days ago.  The family had a party for her 10 days ago in which she attended.  Ashlaye mother, Maye Cornable confirms this and have live video to prove it on her phone.” 

“This is one for the books.  Let the boys’ downtown figure this one out.”  Mickett said. 

Hishee’ walks over with a mysterious look on her face.  “I am not understanding, how the Pathologist could say she’s been dead for 12 days, but family and friends are disagreeing with it.  This would mean that she died on her birthday. But the family and friends are saying no, not true.  I am so not pleased right now.”  She continued as she scratched her head.

They wrapped it up so they could take it back to the lieutenant. 

“He’s not going to believe this shit!”  Monkeay said. 

“Let’s go over what we have so far.” Mickett said getting in the car.  

“A grandmother died of an asthma attack or so it appears.  Pathology said she died 12 days ago, but the family is saying she had a party 10 days ago.  It showed up on the noon news, 12 minutes before we arrive, but no news crew or police officers was on the scene until after we arrived.  Our suspects in so far are a Ashlaye, Maye, Mrs. Martha and Mr. Jones.  By the way we didn’t get to interview because he somehow disappeared before the interviews happened.” 

She ran it down to them both.

“All I know is I don’t know.”  Hishee’ said as she slammed the car door. 

“Pathology also said it was suspicious. I guess we will just have to go to the State Examination Office to do some further investigating.”  Monkeay hunched his shoulders. 

Agent Mickett was told that she would be the one to tell the lieutenant, she agreed.  On their way back to the station, Mickett noticed Mr. Jones walking about twenty blocks from the crime scene.  She was curious how he got as far as he did without a car when they just left him at the scene of the crime when she was standing outside.  She noticed him at another neighbor’s house working on something in the front yard.  She didn’t say anything just kept it to herself, but Hishee’ also noticed him but thought nothing of it as well. 

They arrived at the station; neighbors of the deceased were calling into the station for information.  They wanted to know what really happened and if their lives were in danger. Detectives Hishee’, Monkeay along with Agent Mickett was ordered to come into the captain’s office immediately by the officer at the front desk.  The lieutenant and captain were waiting for them with questions that needed to be answered right away.  On the elevator, Mickett couldn’t help but think about Mr. Jones until she got in the captains’ office then her focused changed back to the victim.  All her thoughts went out the window as she looked upon the captain and lieutenant’s faces. 

“You all better have some good news for me because my phones haven’t stopped ringing as of noon!”  Captain Luckett yelled.  Captain Luckett was a medium built man with a mustache that looked too big for his face, green eyes and a buzz cut, who wouldn’t never be caught in a tie.   

Lieutenant Wilcox, with the saltiest look on his face, just stood by waiting on an answer but nothing was coming out of either of their mouths. 

“Sir Mickett have something she wants to tell you, sir.”  Monkeay spoke up. 

“Well, Mickett, you have something that you would like to tell me in reference to this case and it better be that you all know who the suspect is and that you are on your way to arrest him now!”  The captain demanded. 

“No sir it is not that at all.  It is that we have no suspects but this case is strange according to the Pathologist, Mrs. Cornable has been dead for 12 days, but according to the family and friends that is impossible.  See the family threw Mrs. Cornable a birthday party 10 days ago.  Her neighbor Mrs. Ashford had just finish speaking to her and brought over some chicken soup because she wasn’t feeling too well.  Same thing for her granddaughter who was there to look after her because she too knew that Mrs. Cornable wasn’t feeling too well.   So, you see sir this case isn’t just one for the solving, but this is one for the books.  This is going to take some time to figure out.”  Mickett explained. 

“Well okay as long as you solve this thing and do it fast and quiet!  Do you all know who Cynthia Cornable is or was?  She was our former Sheriff’s wife.”  The Captain and Lieutenant nodded. 

“We’ll do our best in making this thing go away fast.”  Mickett said. 

They all were dismissed and told to work quickly and quietly.  Mickett paused as they exited the captain’s office. 

“Did you all know that she was the former Sheriff’s wife?” 

“Yes!”  They both replied.

“Is that why you all had me tell the Captain and Lieutenant the verbal of the case?” 

“Yup!”  They said again.  

“Reason being you are the new guy and they rarely come down hard on the new guy.”  Hishee’ stated. 

They all laughed and went to their desks to figure things out.  As they were sitting there Hishee’ asked Mickett what kind of last name is that for a black girl? 

She said, “Well my daddy isn’t black and he married my mother as a trophy to shake his finger in the face of those nay Sayers but when we came along, he told my mother of his first wife.  They divorced of course but she kept the name for financial blackmail motives, but his wife is so naive and blind to the fact that my father wants to be with my mother.” 

Monkeay and Hishee’ looked at each other and shrub their shoulders to say okay it’s whatever.  Monkeay was creole through and through with his soft curly, wavy hair, who stood about 5’11” tall skinny built but with a deep voice so he spoke softly to keep people from thinking he was upset or angry.   B’Linda being Blasian (Black and Asian) was different and she knew it but she came off to people like she was always angry or upset.  She only stands 5’2” tall but had a heart of a lion and didn’t mind roaring at people when she felt threatened.

Monkeay asked, “Where were you born and raised?” 

“Believe it or not, I was born right here in the great parish of Baton Rouge.  My sister, mother and I moved away like 12 years ago.  My dad sent us to Jamestown to live; said it would be the best thing for us since he was married and already had two children then but now, he had four children by his first wife.  My mother said the two she had was enough.  He promised my mother he’ll take good care of us and well he did.”  She replied. 

“Well damn girl you have a story all on your own, now, don’t you?”  Hishee’ stated. 

“I guess I do.”  She smiled in replied. 

Monkeay just wanted to solve this case already so he could be on vacation soon.  Then he started going through his notes and noticed that Mr. Jones never gave us his background nor a statement.  That’s when Mickett remember something familiar about him. 

“Hey that Mr. Jones never gave us his background nor alibi for his whereabouts during the time of Mrs. Cornable death.  Also, I noticed he had slipped out on us during the interview period with the family and friends, even though they gave him a connection to the victim, we still don’t know where he was. 

Mickett stated that, “He looks like a man that her mother dated roughly 12 years ago just before we moved to Jamestown, Ohio but it couldn’t be him because he still look the same.  I don’t know much about how people are supposed to age but my mother isn’t 12 years younger looking even those she doesn’t look 54 either.  It must be his son or he better give me his aging remedy.” 

“Damn your mother even dated young.” 

“No, I’m saying he looks roughly around the same age as he would have 12 years ago.  Not that the man that my mom was dating 12 years ago was 24 or anything.”  She tried to explain. 

“Oh, okay!” They both replied. 

They got up and went to work.  They headed to the State Examiner Office.  He told them that it wasn’t just an ordinary asthma attack.  It looks like every time she gasped for air her body clang to her bones for it.  That had never happened before and he couldn’t make sense of it for them.  Also, there were no trace of any type of poisons in her system.  With that information in hand and an uncertain knowledge of the exact time of death they decided they needed more to go on.  They went back to the house which was still a crime scene; which mean it was empty, to see if they could find any evidence of foul play.  They came up short.  They questioned the police that was on guard if anyone had been in the house since the incident that happened there.  His answer was no, so they started to walk in the direction that Mickett noticed Mr. Jones walking and timed themselves to see if they could make it to the exact same spot that she noticed Mr. Jones.  They didn’t even get close.  Everyone was wondering why they was taking the walk and she said to see if anyone could have gotten this far from the crime scene before we arrived and how far they would have gotten in 12 minutes.

“In walking it would have taken him at least an hour to get to this spot.  He had left like 20 minutes before we did and he made it here.  He had to have caught a ride and then decided that he could walk the rest of the way.”  Mickett thought to herself, but aloud.  “Plus, it was hot as hell out here today and he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.”  Mickett mentioned. 

“Who are you referring to that would have walked in this hot ass heat?”

“Okay so remember when we were talking about Mr. Jones.”

“Yeah.” They both replied.

“I had saw him earlier walking while we were driving back to the station, but he hadn’t even broken a sweat.  This is the spot where I saw him.”  Mickett pointed out.

“Why is that such a mystery?”

“It isn’t except I saw him leave from a neighbor’s house 20 minutes before we got in the car.  You all know how long it took us to walk here so there is no way he got this far without help am I right?”

“Please he had to have been sweating, we were in the car and still was sweating with the air on.  There’s no way he wasn’t sweating.”  Monkeay argued.

“Plus, you see how long it took us to walk here, if he left 20 minutes before us there is no way he would have made it this far.  We took an hour and 20 minutes to get this far.” Hishee’ spoke out of breath and in need of water.

“I remember thinking that when I saw him that he wasn’t even sweating and how in the hell did he get this far?  I think I would have remembered him sweating. So, I think you all understand why this have me baffled a little.”  Mickett argued back.

“Now that you keep mentioning him, I haven’t even heard a peep from anyone about him since they spoke directly to everyone else. Plus, I did see him as well but paid it no attention.”  Hishee’ added. 

“You are so right when we revisited the witnesses or suspects no one brought up his name at all.”  Monkeay also added.

“Well, we need to find him and ask him some questions that he may need to answer right away.”  Hishee’ said. 

“Good thing we had a patrolman follow us while we walked or we would have died trying to walk back.”  Mickett said.

“You got that right!”  They both agreed.

They all got into the car and proceeded back to Mrs. Martha’s house.  When they got there, she was on the porch drinking lemonade.  It was still hot as hell but not as hot as earlier that day.

“Well good evening if it isn’t my favorite detectives, well at least two of you.” 

“Hello to you too, Mrs. Martha.” Hishee’ spoke. 

“Hello everyone, how are you all doing this nice warm and sunny day? Did you all find out what happened to my friend and stop accusing us of foul play?” 

“We all are good, but in need of some of your assistance.”  Monkeay asked. 

“Yes, some of that good ole country hospitality.” Mickett followed up with the compliment. 

“I asked how I can help you all, didn’t I?” 

“Yes, ma’am you did.”  Mickett said. 

“We need to know if you know the whereabout of a Mr. Jones, or know of anyone who does?”  Monkeay asked politely. 

“Sir, I don’t know him personally, I just know him from Cynthia.  She was his employer not me.  I just like watching him work and my he does a wonderful job.  I know it doesn’t help much but that man is easy on the eyes.” 

“Yeah, we understand that but he never done work for anyone else around here?” 

“I’m not sure.  No one else has ever mentioned to me if he had done work for them, but I could ask around.” 

“I saw him working in the lady yard over there.  Do you know who she is?”  Mickett inquired.

“That’s Ms. Davis yard and if he done work for her, he must have done it out of kindness.  Ms. Davis been dead for months now.”  Mrs. Martha replied.

“Thank you, ma’am you have been, a great help and we look forward to hearing from you if you hear anything.  Why in the world would a man do work for a woman that cannot pay him or is dead?  I think we need to search that house to see if that’s where Mr. Jones have been living.”  Mickett said as they were leaving the porch. 

“You all can stay for some Lemonade if you would like to, no.”  Mrs. Martha offered

“No, thank you we really need to be going and we have so much work to do.” Hishee’ declined. 

As they were walking towards the car, Hishee’ thought she saw Mr. Jones in the victim’s house.  They quickly drawled their weapons and had the officer open the door.  When they got inside there was nothing different, and there was no one in the house.  Hishee’ knew without a shadow of a doubt that she saw him standing at the front window looking directly at them.  The back of the house was still bolted shut just like the crime lab officers left it as well as the windows. 

“Maybe you want to solve this case so bad you are seeing him and want him to be the perpetrator we are looking for in this murder.” Monkeay said. 

“Yeah, maybe that’s what it is, but I know my mind isn’t playing tricks on me.  Besides, don’t call it a murder, because there was no sign of trauma to the body nor was poison present in her system.  Say what it is foul play or suspicious.”  Hishee’ replied. 

Mickett said, “Well we are going to wait for a search warrant to search the former Ms. Davis house as well just in case Mr. Jones like to camp out in dead women houses.”  

As they waited Mickett and Hishee’ stared at Mrs. Cornable house just in case what she saw was him standing in the window doing surveillance on his new target.  An hour after sitting and waiting for their search warrant Mickett grew tired of sitting, she decided to go in on probable cause.  She entered on suspicion that a murder suspect was held up inside waiting to kill his next victim.  Weapons drawn again they enter announcing that they were the police entering with a search warrant.  There was no sign that someone was living in the home or have lived there since Ms. Davis death.  It was covered with dust and no sign that anything had been removed, the furniture was still covered up with a stillness that seemed haunting. 

“I wander if Ms. Davis died in this house and what kind of woman she was, because this place gives me the creeps.”  Mickett mentioned as she ordered them to leave.

They then left the house and locked the doors back up.  Agent Mickett felt a cold feeling come across her as she turned and looked back to see him standing exactly where Hishee’ said she saw him.  She knew he wasn’t there in reality and couldn’t explain him in her head either.  She just continued on with the other detectives as they got into the car.  She knew she needed to know what happened to Mr. Jones and fast. 

When she got back to the station, she went to a private room to make a call.  She called her mother. 

“Hey Momma, this is Ashley.” 

“Hello, Ashley but I knew it was you already.  You didn’t have to announce yourself.” 

“How did you know it was me, Momma?” 

“First of all, I have caller ID, and second of all I know your voice.”  She snickered.  

“Okay, okay, you got me on both of them” She laughed. 

“What’s do you want just the same?” 

“Momma I need to know if you know whatever became of Mr. Jones?” 

As she stood there looking at him as if he never left, she replied.  He had paid Janis a visit every day since he had returned to the surface.  She wasn’t startled to see him, but relieved and joyful.

“No Honey, I have no idea what became of him and I would rather forget what may have become of him.  I don’t want to open those cans of worms at all.  I rather talk about something else if you don’t mind.” 

“Well Momma, I kind of mind, because it is now my job.  Plus, I think I have been seeing him and if so then he hasn’t changed at all.  Do you know if he had any children, especially, sons?” 

“No, he had no children, no family at all.  He was an orphan and that is why he gravitated to us so fast.  We were his only family until you ripped that from him, all to stay face with your daddy.  Do you remember that?” 

“Yes Momma, maybe you are right, maybe we should leave this can of worms alone.”  She sassed as she hung up the phone.      

Mrs. Mickett looked at the phone as she hung it up and then back at Mr. Jones. 

“I have questions but will you have answers?” 

“I shall try my best to answer all your question but first there is something I need you to know.  I am not alive and I am not actually here.  You cannot really touch me it is all in your mind if you think you are holding my hand right now.  I am here because the ancestors have given me a special power to do work that needs to be done.” 

“Where did you go that night?” 

“I don’t want to talk about that night.  I just want to look at you and admire your beauty like I use to before that night.” 

“You still have a way with my heart and you still as handsome as the day I met you.”  She smiled as her heart started beating again. 

“I would like to thank you for that, but I can’t stay, there is much work that needs to be done and I am the only person to do it.” 

“What work?” 

“The less you know the better you will be when it hits home.” 

“I’m not sure what that mean, but it was great seeing you again.  Will I ever see you again after this moment?” 

“I have been here watching over you for a while.  I just wanted to reveal myself to you at this moment.  Remember, whenever you feel lonely you can always call on me and I will come but when I can’t no longer come that’s when my work has been completed.” 

He then vanished into thin air and she was lonely again.  Peter made himself less visible to her but still stood there looking on with his heart hurting for he knew he would break her heart.  His heart wanted her love but his mind and will wanted revenge so he went on with the plans as ordered. She wasn’t sure of the strange events that just happened but she was happy enough to hear from her daughter and see an old friend.  Peter had found Joseph Tumble, but Joseph wasn’t very cooperative. 

“Now Joe; may I call you Joe?”

“Bastard nigger you may not call me Joe.  Joe is what my friends call me and I ain’t never been friends with a nigger and never will be!”

“Now Mr. Tumble I don’t think you are in no way shape or form to be criticizing me right now, are you?  See I am not going to be kind to you in this hour of your life; I am in fact going to be very mean.  See what you all did to me wasn’t right and you all knew it.”

“All I know is that you are a rapist and we did what we did but we should have done more.”

“I already know you know I was innocent.  I also know that you told no one of what you have done so I am going to take from you what you took from me.”

“We didn’t take anything that was of any use to anyone.  You didn’t even have a family because they didn’t even want you.”  Mr. Tumble laughed. 

“Well that maybe true and I don’t know if it is or not but what I do know is that I had love before that night and you all stole it away from me and now, I am going to steal your wife’s love from her.  It is only right.  No, you know what I will spare your life only if you can tell me where Susan Donnell lives.  You know the girl who killed her mother, supposedly.  I must admit that was ingenious of Walt to turn the whole town on her like she was a problem child.  I read the files, yes, I can read.”

“If you can read boy then you will know no one knows where she went to and nobody cares.”

“See that is where you are wrong because her mother cared but you all took her away from her just like you all took me away from people who cared about me.” 

“Be honest with yourself nigger no one cared about you.  Even after you were dead no one came looking for you and no one even inquired about you. NOT ONE SOUL!”

“JUST TELL ME WHERE I CAN FIND SUSAN DONNELL AND EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE FOR YOU!  BETTER YET JUST TELL ME WHERE I CAN FIND HENRY DONNELL.  HE IS THE SON OF A BITCH I REALLY WANT; NOW TELL ME!

“He’s gone boy. He was a coward and killed himself in Maryland some years ago.”

“That is all I wanted to know and now I leave you without life.”

He then reached through Joseph chest and pulled out his heart. 

“I’ll take this because you don’t need it because of your heartless ways to mankind.”

Next, he removed his eyes, and lungs along with his brain.

“You aren’t going to need eyes cause clearly you can’t see what is right in front of you.  Breathing is a privilege and you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as a dog.  Since you are closed minded then a brain is well, too much of a good thing for a dummy.  Now I might as well take everything.  I am going to take your kidneys, spline, gallbladder, prostate, teeth and tongue.  See from where I am standing Joe, you are worthless and I have your life to prove it.”

He then started to eat it and grew stronger in his battle to do unto others as they have done unto him.

Back in Baton Rouge, the case wasn’t going so well and the captain and the lieutenant was not happy.  It had been days and still no results.  To them it looked like everyone was just sitting around twittering their fingers.  Captain Luckett asked in a very calm voice,

“Where are we on this case?” 

Before anyone could answer the news came on and it was a murder that just took place in Jamestown, Ohio.  This grabbed Agent Mickett’s attention because that’s where her mother and sister lives.  She asked the captain; would he mind if she paid attention to the news.  The reporter stated,

“Mr. Joseph Tumble body was found but none of his organs was in his body.  This is a strange situation and that the Detectives here was mystified about the whole thing.  He is a native of Baton Rouge and moved to Jamestown a few years ago to make a fresh start.  We will have more for you as this story develops.” 

The broadcast ended and she refocused her attention to the captain. 

“Excuse me!” The captain said as he rushed into his office to make a call. 

As strange as that may seem to the detective what Mickett was doing was even stranger.  She was having a black out and no one knew what to do.  She was laying on the floor with her eyes wide opened but wasn’t responsive.  She was breathing and jerking but still incoherent to the people around her.  They called and shouted her name but she still was not responding.  She was blinking and everything but just could not respond. 

“Sister, can you hear me?” Ashlay asked.

“I can but where am I and what have you done to me?”

“You are with me in the spirit world but I haven’t done anything to you.  The news of the man being killed caused you to go into a trans and I used that window to tell you that something horrible is coming and you will be in the center of it.  Watch your back because I can’t see what is coming which means I will not be able to protect you.”

“Wait what am I supposed to do if you aren’t sure what is coming and do it concern momma?”

“It doesn’t and we are just fine if that is what you are asking.”  Ashlay said as she faded away into the background and out of sight.

The lieutenant called for a paramedic but by the time they arrived she was back to being herself.  As she was coming around, she noticed everyone was standing over top of her and looking at her very strange.  She asked what they were doing and why was they starring at her.  The lieutenant asked everyone to back up and give her some room.  He asked her if she’s ok and she answered just fine. 

“You gave us a scare.  I didn’t know you had seizures.” 

“I don’t have seizures; I have blackout spells.  I can see but I can’t hear and I am unable to respond.  I had it for about 12 years now.  I don’t know what brings them on but when they happen, they don’t last long and I can resume whatever it is I am doing.” 

“Well until you get medical clearance that say that you are capable of active duty, I am going to have to pull you off this case.” 

“Check my file sir, I have medical paperwork that says I am well and capable of duty.  It is from your doctors here so thank you!  Tells me a lot about personnel!” 

“Are you sassing me?” 

“No sir, I wouldn’t dream of sassing you.  I am just saying that I know what I am capable of and that my medical condition doesn’t affect my decision only my movements.”  She said as she got from the floor and sat down at her desk.

As she was about to relax the captain called all three of them into his office. 

“I have to send you all to Jamestown, Ohio for this case on Mr. Joseph Tumble.  They somehow think that it is linked to the case here in Baton Rouge.” 

“How, sir?”  Monkeay asked. 

“You’ll find out when you get there.  Now go and report all the findings to this office immediately.  I need to know if we have a serial killer forming.”  Captain demanded.

They rushed to their desks, grabbed their prepared overnight bags and headed to the airport.  On the way there, Mickett was thinking about her conversation with her sister in her time of vulnerability.  She couldn’t help but wonder what harm could come to her that Ashlay would not be able to save her from.  Once at the airport, Monkeay saw Mr. Jones; he was cleaning and mopping the floors.  Monkeay walked over to Mr. Jones and asked if he remember him. 

“I do remember you sir.  You are the detective investigating my former employers murder so you say.” 

“Yes sir, I am.  What are you doing here?” 

“Well sir, it would seem as though I am working.  I have a mop in my hand and I am mopping a floor.  I would do it for free but I don’t think that’s going to put food on the table, clothes on my back and keep a roof over my head.” He said sarcastically, as he continued to mop. 

“Well sir you are a hard man to find and I have been looking everywhere for you.” 

“Not everywhere sir, because I have been right here working since my employment with Mrs. Cornable has been terminated.  So, you aren’t a very good detective or you would have found me sooner than now.”  Mr. Jones continue with the sardonic tones. 

“I have to catch a flight but when I return, I need to have a discussion with you.  Will you be available?” 

“I will be right here when you return unless talking to you loses me this job, then no I will not be here.” 

Monkeay laughed and walked away.  He returned to his partners and told them he found Mr. Jones.  Hishee’ so worked up,

“Where is he and why didn’t you arrest him?” 

“Arrest him on what charges?”  Monkeay asked.  “Anyway, he works here at the airport and when we return, we can just pull him in for questioning then.”  Monkeay went on to say. 

He looked back and Mr. Jones was gone.  He wasn’t there any longer and the floor was cleaned.  He quickly turned around to all sides of him to see that he was nowhere to be found. 

“Now I know he was just there.  I spoke to him myself and everything.”  Monkeay thought to himself. 

To make sure he wasn’t going crazy he made himself a note to call the airport upon his return and see if they employed Mr. Jones. 

“Damn, but I have no first name on him.  This is going to be crazy.”  Again, he said to himself as his mind wanders about. 

Mickett snapped her fingers to get his attention,

“It is time to board the plane.  Are you ready or is there something you need to do here first?” 

“I’m ready.  Let’s go!  I just had to make a mental note of some things that’s all.” 

They boarded the plane and took their seats.   They flew business class on the Mickett’s account.  Being a federal agent means that she had access to a bigger account than the detectives. 

“This should be an interesting trip.  I just want to know what makes them think that their case is intertwined with our case.  If they just want us to do their work, they have another thing coming.”  Hishee’ said.

“I am just going to sleep the whole way there.  Wake me when we land and no, I don’t eat airplane food, so I won’t be needing anything until we land.”  Mickett said as she grabbed her pillow, put on some eye mask and relaxed her seat.  

“Aren’t you something?  You are the agent on this flight and you have the nerve to take a nap.” 

Hishee’ said as she watched Mickett get comfortable.  Monkeay still a little disorganized from talking to Mr. Jones, didn’t hear a word they said.  The Pilot came across the intercom to informed the passengers that they will be taking off and to fasten their seat belts.  Hishee’ and Monkeay did just that, because Mickett had buckled in before she went to sleep there was no need to wake her to do so.  Hishee’ looked at Monkeay with worry,

“Are you okay?  You haven’t been yourself since the airport.” 

“I spoke to Mr. Jones.”  “Yeah, you said that already.  Why didn’t you arrest him, though?” 

“To do what with him?  Anyhow I was talking to him one minute and as soon as I turned my back he was gone.  I mean it was like he vanished into thin air.”  He chuckled. 

“I didn’t see you talking to him, when was this?” 

“I was standing by the pay phones talking to him.” 

“I thought you were over there making a call or something.  I didn’t see you talking to anyone.  I could be wrong though or just had missed you talking to him.”  Hishee’ replied. 

“All I remember is that you said you talked to him, but you never said where.  Then again, I do remember you also saying he works at the airport.” 

“Right and when I said it, is when I had finished talking to him.” 

“You aren’t making much sense.  I think this case got your mind going in circles.  Maybe a fresh case will have your mind back on track.” 

“Or maybe it will have me even more jumbled in thought than what I am now.”  Monkeay said under his breath.

They both turned their backs to one another and relaxed.  Monkeay mind was on the case and Hishee’ mind was on music as she placed the earbuds in her ears to listen.  Not soon after the stewardess came over and asked what they wanted from the snack tray.  Then asked was they a part of the long flight or the short flight.  Monkeay asked for the dry fruit and water and Hishee’ had just water.  As she was about to touch Mickett, Hishee’ grabbed her arm and told her,

“She won’t be having anything but the nap she is getting.  Thank you very much.” 

The Stewardess pulled away and said, “I also would have heard it if you would have said it without touching me.” 

Hishee’ then pulled back her jacket to show the stewardess her badge.  The stewardess just rolled her eyes and went on about her business.  When she returned with their water, she still had found pleasantry from neither one of them.  She couldn’t wait for them to exit the plane because she had enough sending you all love and of their attitudes and disrespect.  She told the other stewardess of the complication.  One of them responded you know how police are!

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Living: A Lifestyle Choice

Goddess morning Royals. First give praise and worship to the all High.

When you didn’t come from it.. you try to get to it! When you came from it…you abuse it!

Many people will also understand but for those who can’t quite grasp the concept, here it is! Most people who have been raised in lesser conditions or poverty have a hunger to want, do, create better. Not always in a positive tone sometimes in a negative undertone, but the fact is there. Their heart be in the right place but not necessarily their minds. The idea is to give their families a life that not always affordable to their pockets. As for themselves they want the shiny toys (cars, houses, boats, planes, jewelry) but the reality is their struggle isn’t getting them there in a timely manner. Some wants to be fast tracked there once the thought enters their psyche. Then reality comes into focus but by then dark clouds has clouded their judgment. They believe that their fantasy is a long shot with no clear sight for it to happen.

That’s when demons and the devil gets to whispering in their ear. Helping the negativity to build and manifest into rage or opportunities for a quicker lifestyle. Now it’s time to scope out targets and prey on what others have, even though the potential for better is there. The timeframe isn’t structurally sound. Meaning they want the lifestyle more rather than later. Plots are formed! Now here’s where it gets tricky. Plans are hashed out along with recruiters! (This might just be me but why bring others into your mischief)? If you’re such a badass or so determined to have; why bring others into your madness?

If you want to take from others then do so but solo! When you add others the stakes are higher. The take have to be split more and there’s always a chance of mutiny. Why risk everything for such? If they aren’t satisfied with their cut you run the risk of them turning on you or snitching on you. Is it worth jail or death to have what someone else have? I guess so because it goes down daily for those who trying to get it. The impulse to do it the incorrect way is instilled in so many because it’s what they are programmed to do. (Society subliminal messages that’s programmed into the psyche daily through social media, advertising and marketing strategies).

Everyone plays a part but not everyone signs up for the part. It’s just how the system works to create a distance from those who have and those who wants it.

Now for those who have it and can’t spend it fast enough to impress others. Also we see it all the time as well. Social media make sure you see it just to ensure inferiority to the less fortunate. They are well within their right to do so and should continue to do as they please. The abuse calls out to the opportunists to come get it. When you call them out they will answer the call. When you express, they can’t get it like you; that just tells them to come take yours. Why make yourself a target when you don’t have to be a target? You want the spotlight there’s people who will help you to get it.

Making it rain like a thunderstorm is chasing behind it will definitely have clout chasers chasing that storm! So when you are face to face with the pack of wolves too called out don’t cry wolf or “Johnny Law”, when in fact you quantify requested a fox hunt. Except your ass got wolves instead of hounds; now run little fox. You got your little hunt game on but there’s no hunters to tame the wolf pack and these wolves are not only hungry; they bite!

You didn’t just kick up dust, you turned the dirt and got mud. Once you got your ass handed to you, you want to report a crime and play victim. I admit it is yours but didn’t you get the warning signs to proceed with caution? What did you think, just because you have family and friends in the struggle, you was alright? Hell no you are now the prey and the predators are in the prowl.

Don’t get scared now, toss it up, shake it up, floss on your drip. The same people you stepped on or slept on is the same people that will plot against you and on what you have. Humble yourself and know that anyone can fall just like anyone to have a come up! Allow your wealth to move in silence to avoid the violence.

Keep posting your location! Keep showing all the ice! Keep advertising your cars and crib to get like! Keep telling your business and soon everyone’s in your business! Keep inviting the wolves in only to see how you really move! Keep believing in friends you only met when your money started to show.

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Growing Pains

Goddess morning Royals 👑. First give praise and worship to the all High.

I have learned that no matter how much you want people in your life to change to better themselves, it will never happen. I’m going to say that again, IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN. People are creatures of habit. If the habit is that of bad will, bad intentions, bad characters then that who they are.

Mistakes can be forgiven just like bad judgements, but consistency is practiced. Anyone who makes the same mistakes or bad judgments has practice how to be who they are. They see no other way to be different even if it bring pain to themselves or others. It’s has become they nature and they only can survive or live by their nature.

Once you become their crutch or enabler then you have become a creature of habit as well. Their pains are now your pains. Their excuses; you are now using to justify their behavior. You have no idea you are doing it because it has become your habit.

Here’s where the pain begins, when their bad will, fucked up character and bad intentions becomes your way of living. Meaning you wait or anticipate the disastrous moment so you can feel good about being able to rescue them from disaster, themselves, or because it’s now your high. I mean you get high off rescuing them from whatever meds they seem to get themselves into.

You find pleasure in getting the calls even though you pretend like you don’t. In a way it makes you feel like you have a purpose in someone’s life. You realize that you have power over someone and mean to keep it no matter the cause.

You thrive on the need to be wanted and needed that you escape from whatever disaster or shortcomings you have only to focus on someone’s feelings, failures, habits, and health. You never see your health deteriorating because you have become a creature of habit growing into poor health, stupidity and strong doubtful uncontrollable will to fix others problems. Ignoring family, work, and life just to be able to say you helped; your tried to fix; you did all you could do!

Does any of it matters considering you have no one to turn to in your time of need? Who’s there for you note that you are in need of a persons like you? Who can you trust with your life; health; wealth; happiness; friendship; and joy to make what you think is the best decisions for you based on your lifestyle? Who? Who?

No one because you have alienated everyone besides the person who gives a shit about their own life so why should their give a shit about yours. Now you’re in your feelings and hate the world for what? You did this! You green into this pain of self loathing, self doubt, self destruction, and self pity only to live alone or maybe die alone.

Stop being the person everyone can turn to only to have them turn their backs when needed. Allow people enough space to go through what the all High has for them to go through. Stop trying to interfere with Gods plan.

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Twelve Book Promo

Good morning Royals 👑. First give praise and worship to the all High.

Twelve will die; twelve must die, because someone has to pay for what they did to
Peter Jones. Twelve years ago, a dozen of citizens including two law officers beat
him to death for a crime he didn’t commit.
Because Peter wouldn’t take her serious as a young woman, Ashley Montes lied to the
police, she told them that he raped her. This lie would soon come back to haunt
her and the families of the dozen that murdered him for the rest of their lives.
Now in the future three very different detectives will find out the hard way that not all
that they know is what it is. They would have to solve the heinous of crimes and
murders ever in their careers, but one will die because she knows the truth and is
too close to the murderous victim. Will the remaining two solve a long overdue crime before
more is killed or will they crack and leave a serial killer on the loose?

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Twelve Book Promo

Good morning Royals 👑. First give praise and worship to the all High.

Twelve will die; twelve must die, because someone has to pay for what they did to
Peter Jones. Twelve years ago, a dozen of citizens including two law officers beat
him to death for a crime he didn’t commit.
Because Peter wouldn’t take her serious as a young woman, Ashley Montes lied to the
police, she told them that he raped her. This lie would soon come back to haunt
her and the families of the dozen that murdered him for the rest of their lives.
Now in the future three very different detectives will find out the hard way that not all
that they know is what it is. They would have to solve the heinous of crimes and
murders ever in their careers, but one will die because she knows the truth and is
too close to the murderous victim. Will the remaining two solve a long overdue crime before
more is killed or will they crack and leave a serial killer on the loose?

In stores in April 2022. Get your copy. Sending you all love and kisses #Goddess #GoddezzKPublishing

Twelve

Good morning Royal 👑. First give praise and worship to the all High.

Introduction
The life of Peter Jones was cut short because of a lie. Ashley Montes is a beautiful
young lady but only on the outside for on the inside she is a horrible person. A liar
if Peter Jones ever met one. She is going make life for everyone every difficult.
People life styles will change but their conscience will remain the same. They will remember
what they have done but dare to speak of it again.
he night that Peter Jones goes missing will be the night life changes for all in Baton
Rouge, Louisiana. They will have to live with a lie or die from it, either way their
lives and the lives of their family members will be different forever.
shley will pay the ultimate price for her mistake and lose everything she ever had for
one lie she couldn’t keep herself from telling and to the wrong people. She will not
only ruin her life but the lives of those who know her and her family.
eter will not allow her to ruin the life of the family that loves him and accepts him for
who he is. He will fight for what he believes is the right thing to do, even if that means
murder for revenge. He will rest when his deed is done and his spirit is at peace with
the lie that has be bestowed upon his name and soul.

Peter Jones’ Beginning
eter Jones is a small boy with a big heart. He loved playing with everyone but his
parents warned him that not everyone will want to play with him. They told him
that Louisiana had a different way of living then what he sees on the television. His
father expressed how different he was then those children with lighter and white skin.
Peter heard and listened to his father for his father knows best. Still Peter just wanted to
play and befriend everyone. He didn’t notice the difference in the children skin he wanted
to play with just that he wanted to have fun and enjoy being a child. Peter father was a
carpenter and everyday went to work for the same people he was warning Peter about.
Some days Peter even went to work with his father. They would go to some of the
most elegant homes. Homes that was so big that it would take them a while just to walk to
the door. Peter would ask his father why didn’t we just drive the car to the front door and
his father would tell him we aren’t allowed to park our car in this people driveways. Still
Peter thought it would have been smarter and easier just to have drove, but like always his
father knew best. Peter was learning how to do what his father was known best for in their
Parish. The people house they went to was smitten with Peter’s manners, charm and
cuteness. Some of the ladies would take Peter away from his father just to feed hm and
show him off to their guest. Peter father had a problem with that but he learned from his
father don’t talk back and to make sure he had an exit strategy whenever things didn’t feel
right within himself.
Time was moving fast and Peter was growing into a handy helper for his father. He
asked less question and paid more attention to what was going on around him. His father
had noticed the difference in Peter and wanted to know if anything had happened to make
him change his mind about wanting to play with the children. Peter told him that he was
just trying to grow up and learn to earn his way like his father do. This made his father very
happy but he didn’t want to take away his childhood either. So, every once in a while, he
would leave him with his mother to help around that house and have the opportunity to go
out and play with the children in the neighborhood.
Peter like helping both of his parents and learned a lot from them both. He was
learning how to cook and keep house if need be as well as how to build and repair a house
when he had to. Peter was almost 8 years of age his next birthday but he had already
learned a lot for such a child his age. He loved school and all that the teachers were
teaching him. He like being around children his age but didn’t understand why they had to
play separately. When he would ask the teacher, they would just tell him to mind his

manners and he would do so. Knowing that means that as a child he had stepped out of
place he would just go and sit down to collect himself. Peter never wanted to be in trouble
with anyone not even the teachers, because they wouldn’t let you do anything anymore and
wouldn’t call on you in class to participate. Summer was coming and Peter knew if he got
in trouble in school, he definitely wasn’t going to have a summer of fun.
One day while Peter was having recess he walked up to a white boy and asked him if
he wanted to play. The boy told him that he doesn’t play with darkies and Peter had no
idea what that meant so he asked again. Anger that Peter didn’t go away the boy turned
and called Peter a nigger as loud as he could, telling his to go away and leave him alone.
Peter was never called a nigger but somehow it hurt his feelings. As Peter stood there
trying to process what just happened, he lunged out and pushed the little boy down to the
ground. Before he could apologize for doing so the other little boys that was standing
there with him started to beat Peter up collectively. Peter yelled and screamed out for his
teacher but she didn’t come to his rescue. When the boys were done beating him up, she
came over and told him that he done something very bad and needed to go home.
The teacher then called his mother and told her what had happened at the school.
She also told him that the little boy Peter pushed was the son of a man who was friends
with the local sheriff. Peter’s mother knew exactly what that meant so she hung up the
phone and rushed to the school to get Peter. When she got there a deputy sheriff was
already there. Fearing the worst, she walked into the school with her head down while
praying softly that didn’t do anything to her son. She reached the principal office and Peter
was in handcuffs sitting with a bloody nose, scars and scratches on his body. She rushed to
his aide.
“Peter are you alright? They didn’t hurt you did they! Is anything broken on you,
are you in pain?”
Peter as frightened as he could be replied no. His mother then asked the deputy
was it necessary for her son to be in handcuffs and he told her yes. She asked why and he
told her that he was a violent offender. She looked at him in disbelief,
“No, not my son. He is the sweetest, kindest child in this parish, I promise you
that.”
She said as softly as she could without raising her voice to this very white deputy.
She knew that if she raised her voice her and her son would be going to jail. They could
afford to get Peter out so to get both of them out would be costly.

That very may be ma’am but that doesn’t excuse him of what he did. He pushed a
child down for using his words to him. He then started a riot in the school, disrupting the
entire recess.”
“I find that hard to believe sir, like I said he is quiet, sweet and very nonviolent. If
he pushed a child down, he must have been defending himself. I guarantee he is sorry and
would never do it again.” Peter’s mother pleaded with the deputy.
“Well, if he apologizes if guess everything will be alright.” The deputy replied.
Then he walked over to Peter and told him to apologize for his actions and then he
would be able to go home with his mother. Peter looked up and said,
’I am sorry for pushing my classmate but I did nothing wrong. He called me a bad
word and then the other boys started beating me up for no reason.”
The deputy told him to just apologize without an excuse or back talk. Peter did and
so he was free to go home with his mother. As they exited the school, Peter’s mother
looked back to see the looks on the deputy and teacher’s face was not inviting. She knew
that it meant trouble. She didn’t know when or where but she knew that what Peter done
would cause them trouble. This is Louisiana and no black child is going to push a white
child down without their being repercussions. She quickly got him in the car and told him
home.
When they got there, she called his father immediately to tell him what had
happened. He told the owner that he had a family emergency and that he would have to
finish the work tomorrow. The owner of the house told him that he would only pay him
for the one day and not a cent more. He agreed and rushed off to his family. When
Peter’s father arrived at the house, he told Peter’s mother to gather him a going away bag
and get him in the car. He then called his sister in New Orleans and told her of the
problem Peter had caused. She told him to bring Peter right away and she would look
after him for a while. Knowing she is ill; she didn’t mind protecting her nephew from the
danger that will be following. She then hung up the phone and went to get the room ready
for him to sleep in and rest up. It was going to be a long road ahead of them.
Even though the ride was only an hour away it felt like an eternity for them. They
were shipping off their only son and days before his eighth birthday. They promised him
that they would come back and get him for his birthday to celebrate

This is a sample of my up and coming book, Twelve.

Sending you all kisses and hugs. #GoddessLove #GoddezzKPublishing

Saturday Sit Down with Lady K

Goddess morning Royals 👑. First give praise and worship to the all High.

Today I want to touch on two subjects; one tax season and the ridiculous spending habits that comes with it and social media hype that brings about catfishing. I wanted to speak on these two subjects because I was asked to give my opinion on them.

I’m no expert on either matter but what I see and have witnessed on both is utterly ridiculous. The amount of energy vs the lack of intelligence is astonishing. We as people especially blacks have to do better when it comes to spending vs saving vs investing. We as people have the notion to spend but fail to see the importance of saving or budgeting never mind the investing aspect of finance. Keeping up with the latest fashion vs purchasing stock, bonds, or property scares the hell out of me for our future. With the way the economy is going in this day and time you would at least think a nest egg would be justifiable, but it’s not even a thought process. So where is all your hard earned money going? Well let’s see; you must have the latest Jordans which is the same as the retro Jordan’s you purchase a week ago. Not to mention those jeans that was $130 is now on sale for 30 dollars, I mean you could have waited. What about that new shirt you just saw Chris Brown in, think about it? CB have money to waste because you keep his pocket filled while you live paycheck to paycheck. I mean come on I like fashion just as much as the next but a budgeted outfit can look just as nice as an expensive one. Especially if you know how to bargain as well as dress, if not then we all know where your hard earned money went. Then when tax season hit, yeah I know that tax money hit different; you spend it like you hit the lottery. Hello, you worked all year to give your money to the government only to get a fraction of it back to spend it like it’s nothing. Where is the thought process in trying to remain broke or breaking the bank?

You have to live in a different mindset in order to acquire wealth more important to substantiate continuous wealth. If you hit the lottery once and five years later your broke then you got exactly what you wanted; the opportunity to say you use to have…but do that make sense? Where you are now if you have acquired stability it should shorten the idiotic dream of keeping up with the “Jones.” Remember they have old wealth you have blue collar paychecks, now is the time to think different to live different for sustainable financial freedom. Here’s what you should do and remember this is only my opinion. When tax season blesses you with your money, cause it is your money; even though only a fraction it’s still yours. You should have yearly bills. Let’s say you electric bill is 92 dollars months times that by 12 and pay $1104, so you are paid for year. This way even if you go over you know you don’t have to worry because you already paid. Same thing for your heating bill, water bill, cell phone bill, car insurance and note if possible. We all know that you might not be able to complete the rent/mortgage and maybe car note, but at least when you pay them it won’t be a struggle because the other bills are paid in full. Also if you get paid twice a month then split the rent/mortgage and car note accordingly. Half the first check the rest the second check just in case you splurge a little. This way you can start saving every check because you did the right thing during tax season. Next year you won’t even rush taxes because you are prepared for the year to come. I hope this helped!

Now social media…smh. What is there really say but I’m going to say it anyway? Unhappy people live better lives on social media than in real life! Hear me clearly, people who reinvent themselves to be more than what they are, aren’t happy with their life. They are dangerous, plain and simple. Those who change themselves for the likes of others aren’t comfortable in the body, mind, or soul the was given to them. They will catfish you into believing they take vacations, the have a nice body (thanks for filters), have a nice face as well as a great personality. They believe in the lies they tell themselves and will argue you to the end of their breath that who you see is who you get! When the truth hits it hits different and become harder to face and swallow, think on that!

Let’s get deeper shall we? By now everyone have seen the black-facing catfishing, correct? Need I say more! You want black beauty but have no idea what struggle we go through to maintain just beautiful. You can’t live black if your ancestors owned black people; that’s just fucking wrong! Just like those black peoples who is completely brainwashed into believe that if they whiten their skin somehow they aren’t black any longer or will be treated differently but aren’t. What in the whole fuck are you thinking? Knowing your worth solidify your history to make you work harder and smarter to a better future. Not knowing your worth makes you enslaved in your mind, body and soul; may you receive mercy! Stop trying to be someone or something you aren’t. I know it make you feel good but when the phone or electronic devices goes away and you have to look in the mirror the truth comes back stronger causing pain, hurt, mental anguish and turmoil. You hate more of yourself which could lead to delusions, destructive, hate for others, jealousy, even homicidal thoughts which leaves to detachment from reality. Plus you don’t give the other person on the receiving end a chance to know the real you only the deception you have lead them to believe was you.

Before you start lying again, try looking into the mirror and figuring out who is looking back! Be who you are so that you’ll know who you are! You can’t be Megan because Megan is Megan! You can’t be Cardi B because she is Cardi B. You can’t be Floyd, Bossie, Will, or Michael B Jordan; basic because they are themselves. The really tough questions are…why are you? What do you want for your life? Is impersonating or lying about being someone you’re not, going to help you be a better you? Where do your self-esteem real live within you? Who are you fooling? Asking yourself these questions before you question who you allowed in your circle or shall I say web of lies? If you can’t answer then willing or honestly then you need help finding out who you are and what do you contribute to your life? Not what do others bring into your life but what do you bring to your life? I would say it’s a simple answer but it’s never simple when you have to find you behind all the false advertisement you invented for yourself. Which leads to pain, murder, stalkers, rape retaliation and all sorts of fuckery that one wants, needs or deserves. Ladies this goes for most of you but for those who keeps it 💯 , thank you for staying true. Fellas don’t think you all aren’t doing the same thing and for the same reasons, clout, fame on your name, likes, and women to jump in your inbox, dm, messengers or whatever platform you are using. For my men who keep it 10 toes down, stay that way. It’s not a lot is solid people in this world anymore. Everyone wants fame but not all can handle what comes with it. Good luck and may the all High give you strength, understanding, and peace in your quest!

Sending you all love and kisses. #GoddessLove #GoddezzKPublishing LLC

A New Chapter

Goddess morning Royals 👑. First give praise and worship to the all High.

Starting a new chapter in one’s life can be scary. Everyone says step out on faith, easier said than done. Am I right? That fear of failure jumps right into play, even though you know you got the know how, education, understanding and fundamentals together, but somehow your nerves gets the best of you.

I wish I could tell you any different, but honestly I can’t. I walked that same line so many times; operating and managing my blog, my salon, my small cafe, and now with my publishing company and small clothing line. Fear rose in my throat and has not left but I do it at my leisure so I won’t feel overwhelmed. Each day I do a little here and there.

I might do hair for three hours and what I can fit in that window I do. Nails for two hours and write for about four hours. Then I cook to create a new dish as well as feed my family. They are my critics and give me the strength to carry on. Some days I can’t do anything because I suffer badly from chronic depression. That’s when I’m at my lowest but my family tries to break me out of it and I can see them trying but I’m not able to break from it, so I wait it out.

Just like that I’m back and my creativity is on fire so I get a lot done before it’s not a good time for me, again. I love being creative so I’m also trying to stay a 503c. The paperwork is exhausting but I’m motivated enough to get it going. I love helping other people with life’s journey. I only help where I can and allowed. I never force myself into others lives because I know my worth and where my boundaries are in all situations. My inner voice tells me to back off and believe me, I listen. I pick my battles because of my life’s mess.

I don’t rush in like a super hero. People have to come to me to be helped and actually want it. I don’t waste my resources and waste other’s time on those who don’t want to be helped. I don’t stress myself out about others problems because I do that enough with my own. Stress sends me right into shutdown mode and nothing gets done when I’m down.

So I’m this chapter of my life, I started GODDEZZ K PUBLISHING when I’m publishing my own material with the help of some hired help. I’m also going to be branching out to work with other artists and writers. So if you we me post other’s work, please support. I promote across a lot of social platforms so you might see it anywhere. Look for my new website, logo, newsletters and merchandise coming soon. I will continue my other chapters but not as much as the new ones. Yes, I still have that fear factor but I’m walking it down and with the help of all High I will be successful in this journey as well.

Sending you all love and kisses. #GoddessLove. #GoddezzKPublishing new chapter

A Message to all my Readers

Goddess morning Royals 👑. First give praise and worship to the all High.

Peace and Blessings

I send you love, courage, joy, and blessings for your soul, heart, and mind to grow, flourish, project, accomplish, understand, nourish, and replenish as you continue to build success and wealth in your journey to greatness this world will forever know about you.

#GoddessLove

GoddezzK Publishing