“There she goes!” Knox blurted, sounding more excited than me.
I leaned in closer, squinting harder at the image displayed.
“Damn,” I muttered under my breath.
The woman on the footage had a sleek mid-back ponytail. That red dress clung to her body effortlessly and showed just enough skin to make every man in the building stare when she walked past.
“That look just like that Talia chick! I’m telling you… that’s her!” Knox kept rambling, tapping the screen insistently.
I continued to stare at the monitor, my mind racing as I attempted to piece together the fragments of that wild ass night.
A few minutes later, the footage showed the girl disappearing into the bathroom and following her was the drunk version of me.
“Nah, hold up.” I pointed at the screen. “Look at her body. She’s slimmer than Talia.”
Knox shrugged. “Nigga, it’s been a whole year. Women gain weight all the time.”
I kept staring. “Talia’s hair is also short.”
“She probably cut it,” Knox replied easily. “Women wake up sad one Monday and cut off ten inches. That’s not evidence.”
I folded my arms tighter. “Still not sure.”
Knox gave me a deadpan look. “There’s gotta be something unique that stood out about her that night—a tattoo, a weird laugh, an accent, a mole, scar… something.”
I cocked my head. “I was drunk,remember?”
“Merge, you can’t tell me you smashed somebody in a club bathroom and walked away remembering absolutelynothingbut vibes.”
“Icantell you that because it’s possible.”
Knox narrowed his eyes at me, unconvinced. “Well think harder, bruh. Yo’ ass can remember contracts from ten years ago, license plates from drive-bys, and who owed you money in 2018, but you can’t remember one detail about a woman you had bent over in a club bathroom?”
“I didn’t have her bent over,” I corrected with a grimace.
Now thinking about it… maybe I should’ve.
“Matter of fact, she was the aggressor that night if I’m being honest.”
For a brief second, the memory flashed through my head so clearly it almost threw me off balance.
Then I snapped back immediately and cleared my throat. “But I’m usuallysharpwhen it comes to business, threats, and remembering people connected to problems. But that night I was drunk, distracted, and focused on one thing. So let me think.”
I rubbed my jaw in frustration, forcing myself to remembersomethingbesides how good her pussy was, the sounds she made, the smell of her perfume, and the way her nails dug into my arm while she looked at me like she already knew she’d regret it later.
Then suddenly…
“Wait.”
Knox leaned forward. “What?”
I held up a finger. “She had this birthmark on her thigh.”
Knox’s brows lifted. “A birthmark?”
“Yeah,” I said, squinting as I dug deeper into the memory that was surfacing in my mind. “It looked like a star or some shit. It was small, but noticeable… and rememberable.”
Knox leaned back slowly. “You ever seen that mark on Talia?”
