Before I could get to Jazzlyn’s car, three other officers jumped in front of me and grabbed me. “Fuck off me! Where the fuck is my wife?! Did y’all take her to the hospital already?!”
Although I was losing my fucking mind, I peeped that Jazzlyn’s car was the only one on the scene. The car that t-boned her was nowhere in sight. It was like no matter who I asked, nobody had fucking information for me. It was like I was talking to a whole bunch of dumbasses who couldn’t tell me shit.
Cyro managed to pull up to the scene. I assumed he did what I did and took off on foot to get here. I was trying to push past the wall of fucking cops they were beginning to build around me when Cyro pulled me back.
“Ahk, you gotta chill. This shit look bad, but if you snap on these officers, they gone lock you up,” he attempted to reason with me.
I was so heated that I couldn’t even hear him out. My nose flared as I snapped. “Nobody telling me shit! Where the fuck is my wife?!”
Moments later, the initial officer I encountered when I first pulled up approached Cyro and me. “Sir, I’m gonna need you to calm down. I understand that there is a lot going on, but we’re also trying to assess the scene so we can get some understanding.”
I took in a sharp breath. I just needed someone to tell me something. “Just please let me know if my wife is okay. Do I need to be on the way to the hospital? Tell me what’s up.” The desperation in my eyes seemed to have broke him. His shoulders deflated as he peered into my eyes with a look of sorrow.
He pulled out his notepad and sighed deeply. “What’s your name sir?”
“Ahkeem Hendrix. My wife’s name is Jazzlyn Hendrix.”
He jotted it down before doubling back to go whisper something to another officer. I watched as the other officer nodded her head in confirmation before he returned to me and Cyro. “We can confirm that it was your wife who was involved in the crash. However, when we arrived at the scene, she was not in the vehicle or anywhere on scene.”
My hands went to my head as I desperately tried to stop my brain from turning into mush. “Son, what the fuck you telling me right now?”
“Sir, we are doing everything to make sense of this. We are pulling camera footage from the streetlights and surrounding buildings. We are searching for her.”
“You can’t even tell me if my wife is dead or alive! This shit not making sense! What the fuck you mean she wasn’t on the scene?!” I snarled.
I felt a tightness in my chest that was damn near debilitating. As her husband, I always knew where she was, how she was doing, and what she needed. In this very moment, the unknown had me ready to jump off the deep end. The thought of the worst happening to her plagued my mind. I couldn’t live without my baby. I needed to get to the bottom of this shit immediately!
“Mr. Hendrix, that is all the information I have at this time. Please step behind the yellow tape so we can continue conducting our investigation.”
Before I could protest, Priest pulled up. I was so deep in this shit, I didn’t even notice when Cyro called him to let him know what the fuck was going on. He had this panicked look on his face. I had known Priest for a while. Nothing ever shook him. At this very moment, the nigga was scared, and that helped me come to terms with how I was feeling. I was scared as fuck, and Icould shamelessly admit it. I needed to figure out where my wife was ASAP!
“They can’t fucking find her,” I informed Priest.
“What?” His face screwed up. “What the fuck they mean that can’t find her?”
“By the time they pulled up to the scene, she wasn’t in the car. The car that hit her? Nowhere to be fucking found. Somebody took my baby, yo.”
Cyro was more levelheaded than Priest and me combined. He guided us behind the yellow tape and to the corner of the block. “Ahk, think. You think this could be Silas?”
I looked around to ensure nobody was within ear shot before I replied to Cyro. “We handled some shit while in Miami. My homie Kross let me know Silas is holed up in the hospital out there.”
“Couldn’t get no details about how fucked up he is?” Priest asked.
“Nah. I just know he was checked in. That nigga called for this shit to happen from his fucking hospital bed.” My jaws clenched as rage festered inside of me. That burnt-faced bitch had taken it to the fucking extreme by fucking with my wife! If shit wasn’t fucking crazy out here, I would’ve been on the first thing smoking so I could slit his fucking throat. When it came to my wife, I was on whatever! Silas was gonna suffer. I was about to drop each and every last one of his people until I got some fucking answers.
“I gotta move, son. I can’t just sit here and be stagnant when my baby could be anywhere.” I slammed my fist into my hand.
“Move and do fucking what, Ahkeem? We don’t have shit to go off right now. Just take a second to think this shit out,” Priest preached at me while setting his hand on my shoulder.
He was right. One wrong move could cost my wife’s life. There was no doubt she was alive. If she wasn’t, whoever wasbehind this crash would’ve just left her body on the scene so I would’ve been devastated upon arrival.
“We start with the cameras. One of these cameras picked something up.” Cyro pointed around the block, pinpointing cameras that were hooked up on nearby buildings.
I shook my head. “I don’t trust the Feds to find shit and tell me about it. I can’t wait too long.”
“Kaymen know a nigga who can pull city feeds. I’ll hit him up. If someone dragged her out of the car, that shit was caught on the streetlight camera.” Priest whipped out his phone and dialed up Kaymen’s number.
Hearing him say that was like a blow to the fucking chest. I looked over my shoulder at the car. The driver’s side door was crushed inward, and there was glass everywhere. By the grace of God, there wasn’t any blood that I could pick up on, which meant she wasn’t bleeding, but she was definitely hurt. No one would’ve been able to walk away from a crash like that unscathed.
