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“Go and read about the very man I speak of. This one seriously broods and gives off mafia vibes.”
“Then it can’t be Constantine. He’s a guard at the prison with a decorated past.”
“Or maybe it is. I’ll see if I can rifle a name from Rob. I’ll text you in a bit. Go get aroused by fictional men, love you!”
“You know we’re just discussing what we’ve read right?” Even as I said it, I knew she already hung up. Classic Kasey.
Shaking my head, I got out of my car and greeted the women. They jumped on me the instant Draven’s name hit the papers this morning. Someone had posted the explicit content of his sister’s rape video that involved the man he killed. Now, they wanted more information. If only they knew I’d never ask for it. My heart went out to his sister and to him. I knew he never wanted this to happen.
twenty-one
Costas
Finally having a moment to take in her place, I couldn’t believe it mirrored the sorrowful things Tony had mentioned. Part of me wondered if he exaggerated out of irrational thinking when he touched her and grew to be angry at the stupid boyfriend. Sure enough, just like he said, nothing of value stood out in decoration. The only good news from seeing this, no one would ever steal her things. Now, her boyfriend’s giant TV and gaming devices were a different story. He even had them near the entrance for anyone to see through the window like a schmuck. This neighborhood hadn’t been known for their redeeming qualities, so it made me wonder what Millie saw in his stupidity.
Skimming through the mail, I found something touching my leg. Glancing down, I noticed a cat rubbing its head against me. Staring at it, I noticed it was missing an eye once it glanced up to meow at me. We knew she had a cat, but this thing was as mangey as they come. No wonder Millie picked it. The woman knew he’d need more love than a normal person would ever offer something so broken.
It gave me hope I could find someone to love me, but the thought didn’t linger. I never made room for such thoughts. Love wouldn’t be on my horizon. Letting my hand fall, I gave the by passer a pet before heading deeper into their home. Not that it went very deep. Her one-bedroom place made it so one door sat between her room and the rest of the house. Opening it, I found the bathroom, and it had an adjoining door to what would be her bedroom. Taking the small detour through her personal items behind the mirror and in the tub, I snapped some pictures for Tony to know what brands she liked.
Again, there wasn’t much. My eyes skimmed over the basic bar of soap and cheap shampoo that sat in the shower, making me wonder what her idiot partner used. One towel hung up, but there wasn’t a hand one by the sink. Another bar of soap sat on the lip of it for people to use for their hands. Cheap toilet paper with the tissue paper touch sat stocked below the sink, but only three rolls sat in the package because one claimed the counter next to the toilet. The holder had been broken, so she hadn’t been able to fix it, and Timothy Bruton didn’t contain the proper bandwidth for helping her.
The walking tool didn’t have a single tool in this place. He literally let it crumble all around them. It displeased me greatly, wishing I could kill him for wasting oxygen. What kind of partner doesn't help their loved one? It only made me conclude officially that he didn’t love her. He just wanted to suck her resources dry instead of collecting his own.
Growling, the cat had been following me, so I picked it up and held it as I went into their bedroom. With it being daylight, I didn’t need to turn anything on to see. Though, there wasn’t much in here to step around. A bed laid flat on the floor with two plastic dressers. One had duct tape over the handle spot because it fell off at some point.
The cat’s purring became the only thing to dilute my mind enough to keep wandering through the muck of her poverty. There was nothing wrong with being broke, but it hurt to see it again. It hurt to see a good person barely scraping by because another person spent all their income. If she didn’t have Tim, she’d be fine, but she kept the freeloader.
“Anything sticking out? A shrine to a dead lover? Cult pamphlets? A bible or Book of Mormon in the end table drawer?” Tony asked through the com. He had to attend a meeting with a rival that wanted to look into forming a union.
“What’s wrong with a religious woman?” I asked, shaking my head at his antics.
“Do you think someone who believes in the ten commandments would commit to me or Draven?” he drawled. Having a point, I let out a soft chuckle. The cat meowed and rolled onto his back in my arms. “Are you holding the cat?”
“He wouldn’t stop following me.” Feeling like that was resolution enough, I decided to answer his other one. “And I haven’t seen a damn thing worth anything in here. Her end table is a box she has upside down.”
“It is?” He couldn’t believe it, not seeing it when he took advantage of her body when she called out his name. Kicking it, I felt the hollow and fragile state of it.
“Sure is. I’m taking pictures to send to you, but there’s not much worth documenting.” Opening her closet, she only had a few outfits for work like Tony already observed. “This place is so plain, you’d think it was for squatters,” I muttered.
“So I really had seen it right?” He didn’t like that notion, hoping it had been a fluke.
“You did, and there’s no room for anything else to be hiding. I have my device to alert me of anything metal hidden, but it hasn’t gone off. She doesn’t have a weapon in hiding like she should.”
“Not many people are trained to be ready for an attack,” he reminded me.
“No, but she’s a single female, so she should.”
“I’d bet money she thinks that douche will protect her.”
“I’m placing a com next to her bed,” I grumbled before hiding it between the wall and mattress. “This is not for you to listen and jerk off to, Tony.”
“Sure. Like it’ll do me any good any way. This is why I’m here and you’re there.”
“You’re there because you’re the boss they want to meet with,” I corrected.
“Ugh, true, but my reasoning still stands. I’d probably steal her underwear like a teen boy just to think about her pussy rubbing it.”
He didn’t know his words lived perversely inside my own mind. Secretly, I found Millie to be an exquisite little sample, but she’d never find a man like me worth much. That had been the story of my life when it came to women. I feel, they feared.
