Part 2.

L. A 2.

It was another beautiful day at Los Angeles with another murder issue case knocking at detective Philips door.

‘ vroom’, he sprints through the asphalt road with his Ford car dashing for the L.A police department.

At the L.A police.

‘ you better make it snappy, I don't have much time, we need to get to that young boy before detective Philips gets there before us ’, Roy said.

It was not that long after his statement that detective Philips just walks in over hearing him.

‘ what did you say ’, he asked.

He slowly turns around.

‘ and how is that your fucking business ’, he replied.

‘ I mean what boy are you talking about ’, in a serious tone.

Roy Earle turns away from him and holds up a smile on his face accompanied with a glare, ‘ don't try to be stupid, you really think am gonna fall for your dip shit huh, you should better rethink them or else.. ’.

He intruded with an aggressive tone, ‘ what will you do huh, you really think am gonna be like please my job, I don't wanna lose my job, if that's what you have planned am sorry to say that your tricks would not work on me ’.

He laughs, ‘ then you would not mind if I report you to the board and then revoke your license, I think your daughters will be very proud that they got a pricked up ball for a father ’.

Philips looks mad but tries to hide it, ‘ ok, what do you want me to do ’, he asked politely.

Roy pats him on the shoulder, ‘ nothing serious, just that you should just..stop fucking up or else you won't be seeing me here alright ’.

‘ alright ’, Philips moves into his office.

Inside detective Philips office.

He turns and rotates the chair around and when it was slowly lossing force he sits on it with his hands busy going through some Washington DC magazine.

‘’ what is becoming of the united states home land security ‘’, this was the article on the magazine with pictures of people been displayed on it.

‘ why don't you all ask them ’, he said to himself while digesting a round cookie accompanied with a glass of milk.

‘ clinking sounds coming from his door ’, he looks at his door only to discover that it was his fellow colleague.

‘ sir Philips, you have a visitor ’.

He looks sadistic, ‘ tell them I will be down in a minute ’, he drops down the cookie and drinks up the glass of milk.

Downstairs of the L.A police department.

He walks in with his cardigan on his left arm accompanied with his hair sporting a hat.

‘ please excuse us ’, Philips said.

Sitting on the bench downstairs was an old woman, she looks like those on their 40s and had a very young and attractive face.

She was average in height and had a tattooed right hand of Tupac Shakur accompanied with a rose on her back and a little black star on her face.

She was fair in complexion and had a very long hair and a blonde body shape accompanied with her blue eyes.

She squeeze up both of her palms as she shuddered and huffs heavily.

Philips could tell that something was wrong but he tries figuring it out from his own prospective.

‘ hello miss, I can see that you are looking for Roy Earle, sorry to tell you that he just let few minutes ago ’, he said while staring at her as she tilted down her head.

She slowly moves up her head with a frown on her face, ‘ what do you think I am, a slot, am sorry to burst your soft bubbles but am no one bitch, am my own bitch ’.

‘ ooh, am sorry about that I thought you were one of those chicks who always come over here in search for that bastard ’.

‘’ hiss..‘’.

‘ then if you are not here for him, why are you here ’.

‘ I just came in to place a search warrant for my son, he has been missing for months ’, with tears dripping down her cheeks.

He confines her, ‘ tell me what led to his disappearance ’.

‘ it was just a little argument that's all, he never stays away from home for this long, I think something is up with him, even though, he will surely call to ask of me but this time am fucking scared ’, in a worried tone.

‘ if you want us to carry out this investigation you have to come clean with us and tell us every little detail about our little man ok ’, he said to her as she nods her head, ‘ ok then that's a yes for me so my first question is ... what's his name, his height, complexion and other things about him like his hair cut so that we can get our sketchers down here with you, trust me they are really good ’, he emerged a smile.

‘ his name is Tommy, his my little man, my own son ’, she said while cleaning up her tears.

He writes it down, ‘ ok, tommy and what is his reflection like you know what I mean am not trying to be a racist here ’, with a smile.

‘ black, his a black African American ’, she replied.

While he jots it down on a white paper before slamming the pen, ‘ well thanks alot for your corporation we are gonna get back to you when we have something ’.

‘ and when is that ’, she asked.

He turns around, ‘ only God can answer that question for me but for now, there is nothing I can do concerning your boy, you just have to wait till we have something but for now am just like a blank piece of paper ’, he walks upstairs to his office.

Few minutes later.

‘’ vroom ‘’.

His Ford zoomed through the road like a stallion and slowly drives into a hotel.

The hotel was about 20 storey building tall hotel built out of glass on other word it was a 20 storey building skyscraper.

He walks through the front door and approaches for an elevator, “ alarm beep ”, the elevator stops with him walking do the passage and stopping at room 326 where he knocks at the door with the young boy opening up with an aggressive look.

‘ hey what are you doing put on some clothes ’, he walks into the room.

The boy locks the door, ‘ so what you be doing here homie ’.

He takes some taco from the table, ‘ I just said let me just drop in and say hi to my little man, hope am not making you feel a little uncomfortable ’.

He immediately rose up and walks to him, ‘ you say what, cause of you I was chased down by cops who wanted to arrest me for God know what, you promised me to what over my ass but it seems that you rotten me out ’, in an aggressive tone.

‘ at least you should be grateful ’.

‘ why should I be grateful ’, he asked.

‘ cause I warned you before hand and am the person paying for this luxury apartment you are living in, if I wanted to rot you out I would have done it the moment we met but you walked up to me yourself cause you trust me not cause you wanted to ’, in a high tone.

They both kept quiet for a while Philips heading to the door.

‘ am sorry, I know that I should learn how to be nice but you know how this game works, you trust no one but your gots, am really sorry about that ’, in a low tone.

He stops with his side view against him, ‘ no worries, moreover am not here for you, am here for Moses, if you can tell me where that bastard is hiding I would not bother you no more, hope you are speaking my language ’.

‘ yeah, I hear you alright but.. am kinda of in a trouble right now ’.

‘ and that is..’.

‘ it's kinda of my personal issues that I don't share out but I need some cash right now so.. if you can just like you know help me with some thousand dollars ’.

He chuckles, ‘ I can't cause I pay for your accomodation and your feeding including your free WIFI so you should better be grateful before you loss what you already have ’, he walks out from him.

Few minutes later.

A man can be seen sitting on a long counch with a decoder remote on his hands accompanied with a bottle of bear.

It seems he is watching television while slowly drinking from his bottle of bear when suddenly a car drifts into his compound with tyres wheeling holes to the ground.

Footsteps could be heard approaching for his direction.

He drops down the bottle as the figure walks into his room.

“ clinking sounds of a gun chip ”, ‘ don't tell me you have forgotten about my face already ’.

He inhales and slowly drops down his gun, ‘ no, I just wanted to see if you were tryna pull a fast on ’.

‘ what do you mean by that ’, he asked.

‘ don't try to play with me Tommy, I know everything, I also know that you called the cops about our little party, why will you do something so foolish huh ’, he asked with a serious look on his face.

‘ I don't understand a word you say ’, looking confused.

He lunge up to him clutching his fists for his neck while he raised him above the ground.

‘ you better start talking, I don't have much of the time to spend here with you am more of a killing spree guy maybe it's because I was already used to it ’.

‘ fuck you ’, in a high tone.

He drives his clenched fist for his abdomen sending him packing to the ground with his head aggressively slamming the wall.

‘ why do you always have to make things difficult between us, I just told you never to use the fuck word for me no more ’, he helps him on his feet.

‘ but you use them on me, what is bad about that huh, you call bastard I call you too, you call me fuck ass and any other name I will call you the same name too, so don't make things more difficult for yourself ’, he touches his bursted head.

He walks into the kitchen and gives him an ice bag, ‘ this is gonna help you a little, just keep adding a little pressure there ’, he went on saying as he turns his side view at him, ‘ don't mess things up this time, I wanna have that merchandise or else I might lose it to those mexico bastards, hope you know that this country is ours so if they don't know how to construct, am gonna teach them how but just do your own part of the deal and hide my hidden identity a secret ’, in a serious tone.

While he looks at him from a distance with anger written all over his face.

At detective Philips apartment.

It was around 2:00am that morning, detective Philips was still busy at that time, checking our some pictures on his dashboard.

‘’ ring ‘’, the annoying sound of his ringing telephone draws him to his parlor.

He picks up his phone, ‘ hello, who am I talking to ’.

The caller remain mute with detective Philips getting angry and frustrated, ‘ it seems that they were just kids pulling pranks ’, as he was about hanging up a very deep voice dashed out from his telephone.

‘ are you surprise to hear my voice, don't you remember me no more ’, the caller said.

He rose up his eyebrow, ‘ who the hell are you and what do you want from me ’, he asked in a high tone.

The caller sniffs and accompanied it with a laughter, ‘ what do you mean by that, you know me but you just don't know who I am, I am like the game player here while you are like one of my favorites character, so.. am gonna be checking out on you making sure that you don't end up screwing on us cause am gonna kill your beautiful daughter ’, in a serious tone.

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