“The best option would be for him to come find her himself but so far Valdez has been smart enough not to step down from his throne. But that doesn’t matter right now. What matters now is getting Sabrina to talk. So, are you ready?” I asked.
“You know I’m ready.” Tyra said, holding her gym bag in her lap.
“Yall friend is insane.” Black said, looking at Tyra with a groan but his lips were curled up in a smirk.
Chapter 8
Nova
Crewand the twins waited for us to grab some supplies and change before we all exited the compound through a back door cut into the mountain that led to a set of trails that would take us through the forest to the right or up the mountain to the left. We walked for about five minutes down the right path until we reached a small storage shed surrounded by an overgrowth of weeds, bushes and small trees. Blue walked over to a building and pulled back an army green tarp that blended in with the foliage, behind it was a large door with a scanner similar to the one on the main building. He placed his palm down and a red light ran up the length of his hand before the heavy door hissed open, letting bright lights and the sounds of baby shark stream out of the small space.
Black stepped up and heaved the door open before hitting a button on the wall quieting the song and killing the lights.
“Why the fuck ya’ll playin’ baby shark loud as fuck.” Tyra asked.
“All part of the plan.” Kema laughed.
Crew held the door letting us file in one at a time. The inside of the shed was empty except for a metal bench that took up one side of the wall and a reclining chair like the ones youfind in a dentist or doctor’s office. Inside it was Sabrina. The chair held her in a reclining position directly under what looked like a makeshift shower above. At closer look I noticed that the shower was on but it must have been by accident because only a drip or two of water was hitting Sabrina in the forehead at an annoyingly slow pace. Sabrina looked like she had been crying, her face was flushed and there were bags and dark circles under her eyes. There was also a red splotch right in the middle of her forehead where I guess the water had been hitting her.
Black walked over and tightened the knob on the shower, stopping the slow drips to her forehead. Relief instantly spread across her face, that is until she saw us watching her from the entrance. Her face drew up in a scowl and pure hate that I wasn’t sure was directed at us or the guys. She was barefoot and dressed in the same cocktail dress that she had been wearing the night before. She looked like shit and smelled even worse. The guys must have kept her strapped to the chair all night, with no bathroom breaks because the strong odor of piss was permeating the air. I looked back at Crew and he just shrugged.
“We wanted her to experience some of the trauma and psychological torture the women in those trucks went through, no food, no water, no bathroom toilet.” He said.
“Damn bitch you smell like a porta potty.” Tyra said, holding her nose and walking over to the table to drop her bag.
Next to it was a yellow tote with the word supplies written on a piece of duct tape.
“What is this?” Tyra said, opening her bag.
“Just what it says. We thought you guys might need props for this interrogation.” Black said.
We walked over and inside there were an array of knives, hammers, ice picks, a box of toothpicks and some other torture devices.
“I have some supplies too.” Tyra said, pulling out the items from her bag.
The first thing she pulled out was her pink bedazzled taser that she had bought a year ago to keep us safe when we were out late after work. She passed it to Kema and started to pull more items out of the bag. Next was a grill lighter and some ORS box perm. When she had everything on the table she turned back towards us with a huge smile.
“I knew this shit wasn’t gon’ work,” Black said, shaking his head. “This girl got muthafuckin’ Just For Me in her bag.”
“Tyra, what are you gonna do with that?” I asked her.
“Our guest will see if she doesn’t talk.” She laughed, looking directly at Sabrina.
Sabrina’s expression bristled for just a moment before she replaced it with a hard glare. With the way Tyra was looking at her like she couldn’t wait to use her bag of toys on her she should be worried, but I guess she couldn’t do her job if she got scared that easily.
“Really Crew you brought the little woman and her friends to try and help you do what you aren’t man enough to do yourself. You don’t really want to hurt me. Let’s be honest here.” Sabrina said, with her eyes on my husband.
“Bitch the last thing you should be worried about is somebody else’s husband. What you should be worried about is smelling like a porta potty. Did you even try to hold it? Damn you ain't even been in here that long.” Mecca said.
“I’m tired of the small talk. Can we get this shit started please? Tell us about your boss.” I demanded.
“Who are you supposed to be? Huh, am I supposed to be scared of you Nova?” She sneered.
“You should be. Tyra, see if Sabrina would like to test out your taser.”
“A taser really? I’ve had worse.” Sabrina laughed.
“Oh, thank you I didn’t think you guys would really let me help.” She said damn near skipping over to Sabrina.
