Cheaper to Keep Her Part 3 (21 page)

“I’m over here,” I heard him reply. But it was barely audible. And when I looked in the direction from which I heard his voice, I saw him in the kitchen buried underneath some of the rubble that came from the crash. So, I ran to his rescue and helped him get up from the floor.

Immediately after I helped him to his feet, I noticed that he suffered mild bruises to his face. But he was more concerned about Agent Wise than his cuts and bruises. “Where is Agent Wise? Is she okay?” he asked me.

“I don’t know. I heard her scream while I was in the bathroom. But when I came out here, she was nowhere insight. And the driver of the car ain’t nowhere insight either.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m positive. But I know Bishop had something to do with it. He knew I was here because the car he gave me was still parked outside, so to shake me up, he made this happen.”

“Come on, let’s look for Agent Wise and then we’re gonna hurry up and get out of here.” Agent Morris said.

Agent Morris and I walked towards the living room that was only a few feet away but we had to step over a lot of debris before we could get there. I stumbled a couple of times but Agent Morris kept me from falling. “You better be careful.” he warned me. But I wasn’t too worried about me falling, I just wanted to hurry up and find the other agent before something else happens. For all we knew, Bishop could’ve been waiting for us to come outside to blow our fucking heads off. He also could’ve had those two cats that roughed me up, standing outside to do me in as well. Bishop had unique ways to carry out his death sentences. And the people he preyed on never knew the exact time they’d take their last breath. All they knew was that their life would end. What a fucked up way to live in the final hours of your life.

He’s the fucking devil!

Cheaper to Keep Her part 3 Unique

Finally Getting Some Closure – Chapter Twenty-Six

Agent Morris and I searched through the rubble and finally saw Agent Wise. The devastating part about finding her was that she was the fact that she was dead. She had gotten ran over by the car. We could only she part of her face and it was saturated with her blood. Luckily she was facing the opposite direction because her eyes were open, so I didn’t think I’d be able to handle looking at her head on.

Agent Morris immediately radioed Agent Sean because he lost his cell phone amongst the debris. Meanwhile he communicated with Sean, I ran back into my bedroom to get my things because I knew it would be a matter of minutes before we got out of here. “We’re about two hundred feet away from you so stay put.” I heard Sean tell Agent Morris.

“Copy that.” Agent Morris replied. Soon he was down on my heels. “Come on, we got to get out of here.” he said.

I grabbed my things I had packed earlier and followed Agent Morris to the front door. Several seconds later, Agent Sean appeared with five other agents. It was one female and four men. All of them including Sean were dressed in military issued fatigue gear, bulletproof vests inscribed with “FBI” on them and the heaviest, most deadly artillery one man could carry in their arms. They looked like they were ready for war.

Sean grabbed me by my arm. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

I swear, this was the first time that I can truly say that I was happy to see his ass. And I was convinced that he would risk his life to save mine. He was geared up and ready to serve and protect.

A few of the neighbors stood outside while Sean and two other agents escorted me to the car. Local police even joined the party. “We’re taking you somewhere safe.” he told me.

“Okay,” I replied.

When Sean helped me into the exact same black Suburban that followed Bishop and I down the New Jersey Turnpike, I shook my head. Who would’ve thought that I’d be traveling in it after Bishop noticed it on the turnpike and it was parked a couple of blocks from the house he shared with Keisha? Strange things intend to always happen.

While I sat inside of the truck, both of the agents guarded the truck from the outside. The windows were tinted so no one was able to see what position I was sitting in. “Do you have everything you need?” he asked me.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Well, hold tight and I’ll be right back.”

“Can you please hurry up? ‘Cause I can’t stand to be out here another minute.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.” He assured me and then he ran back towards the apartment.

I looked around the surrounding area and saw how most of the neighbors were migrating towards my apartment to see what all of the commotion was. I also watched as Sean, several police officers and the other agents were inspecting the old car that smashed in the wall of my living room. Moments later, I watched as the city tow truck service had arrived on the scene. Agent Sean said a few words to the tow truck driver and then he walked away from the truck. From that point, the tow truck driver proceeded to pull the car back out of my living room.

Before he was able to remove the car from the apartment, Sean and four police officers and the other two agents had to lift the car up so the tow truck driver wouldn’t pull Agent Wise’s body with it. And only after they struggled for ten minutes, the car was finally removed.

Immediately after Agent Wise’s body was attainable, a coroner had arrived, bagged up her body and then they took her away. I didn’t know her, but watching the coroner take her body away was a sad thing to see because I could’ve very well taken her place. I just hoped that she didn’t have any kids. It would be a sad day if she did.

A few more minutes passed but it seemed like time stood still. The crowd outside of my apartment grew larger by the minute. The agents and the police used yellow crime tape to secure the crime scene. It felt like I was watching an episode of CSI. But with the horrific scenes of that crime drama, I wasn’t ready when Sean came back to the truck with some more grim news.

After he climbed in the back seat where I was, he closed the door and said, “We just found Bria’s body in the trunk of that car. And it looks like she’s been dead at least two days.”

Hearing the words, Bria’s body, took a few minutes before it registered in my mind. And when it finally did, I was completely taken aback. But for some reason I needed to know more. “Was she shot?”

“She was wearing a blindfold and it definitely appears that she died from a gunshot wound to the head. So whoever shot her did it execution style.”

“Whatcha’ mean who ever did it? We both know that Bishop did that shit! That crazy motherfucker killed his own fucking sister. Now how fucked up is that. I swear, I hope y’all give that son of a bitch the death penalty when you catch his ass.”

“Listen, we’re gonna need you to help bring this joker down. Now Keisha has already agreed to help, and since you’re already on board we need to get you out of here right now and take you somewhere safe until we take him into custody.” Sean said.

“Well, I’m ready.” I assured him.

“So, you know, we’re taking you to a Witness Protection Program.”

“But, I don’t wanna go in Witness Protection. I already told Agent Morris, I wasn’t feeling that. People that are snitching go into that program and I’m not that kind of person. I was forced to help y’all. And look where it got me.”

“Okay listen, not all snitches go into that program. That program is for your protection. It’s government funded, so we can use all the resources to make sure nothing happens to you.”

I sat there with my arms folded and thought about what other options I had. And I came up with absolutely nothing. I did have Bishop’s dope and sixty-eight thousand dollars. So, after all this mess is over with, I’d be well equipped to go on my merry way.

Once I was able to ponder on this situation I finally told Sean I’d go to the program but I made him promise that as soon as Bishop was locked up, I’d be free to go. He agreed and then we shook on it. But before he got back out of the truck he looked at me and said, “I’m glad you agreed to get protection because when we looked in the trunk and saw the garage bag, it had a note taped to it that said, “Lynise this will be you next.”

After he gave me the rundown, he slid back out of the truck and pulled Agent Morris to the side. Seconds later, I saw Agent Morris coming towards me so I knew I was about to be out of this place.

It’s real in the field!

Cheaper to Keep Her part 3 Unique

No Way Out – Twenty-Seven

Agent Morris got on the passenger side of the truck while Agent Pax drove. It felt good to be getting away from the apartment but these dumb ass cats thought I was going to be around for the long haul. No sir! Not me! I swear after all this shit is over, I’m getting missing in action. And once I get rid of the dope, I should have enough money to last me as long as I lived modestly and stayed underneath the radar. For now, I intended to keep my money and my plans a mystery. It’s about Lynise and Lynise only.

“Where exactly are you guys taking me?” I asked. I figured since I was going in hiding; why not find out where they were taking me. I mean, it was my life that was on the line and I felt like whom better to look after it but me.

“Yeah, I love the show CSI and In Plain Sight.” I replied and then I turned my attention to the high-rise buildings as we passed them. “How faraway is this place? Because it’ll be a bummer if we gotta drive more than thirty miles.”

“You shouldn’t be worried about where we’re taking you or how long it’ll take us to get you there. Everything we do is confidential. But I will say that the place is safe and secured. And no one will be able to find it.”

“Can you at least tell me if y’all are taking me out of the state?” I continued to probe.

“No. You’re staying within the city limits. And once Bishop is picked up and prosecuted, then you’ll be able to leave and go wherever you want,” he answered.

Agent Morris kept giving me the runaround about where they were taking me so I left the whole thing alone. I wasn’t the type of chick that begged anyone. No way. He got me confused with somebody else.

During the rest of the drive the agents talked amongst themselves so I went into thought mode. I couldn’t help but wonder where they were going to house me and how long I was going to be there. Finding out this information would help me figure out how to make my escape plan and how long I would need to come up with one.

Finally after a thirty-five minute drive, Agent Morris told Agent Pax he had to use the bathroom. “Pull over to the Exxon gas station so I can use the bathroom.” he said.

“Yeah, I gotta take a leak myself.” Agent Pax told him.

“Well, I’ll go first and when I get back, I’ll stay here and let you go.” Agent Morris insisted.

“Let’s do it.” Agent Pax said and then he stopped and parked the SUV next to one of the gas pumps.

I sat in the backseat and watched Agent Morris walk to the men’s restroom, which was inside of the station. The sun was shinning bright and it seemed as though everybody was outside. I looked around to my left and saw a cute little Volkswagon Passat. It was white in color and it looked like it had just been driven off the showroom floor. The chick behind the wheel parked it at the gas pump next to ours. And when she got out of the car, I immediately knew that she was a stone cold gold digger. To sum up how she looked, she looked like she was Hispanic and black. Her hair was very long, but she wore it up in a ponytail. And she definitely had the body of a video vixen, minus the butt pads. I watched her as she removed a McDonald’s bag and a drink cup from her car and threw it into the trashcan next to her pump.

When Agent Morris came back outside this young lady caught his eye. He got her attention by saying something to her and after she looked up, she smiled and stopped everything she was doing. I watched them as they walked towards each other. I made a comment to Agent Pax about Agent Morris flirting with the woman. “Check out Agent Morris flirting with that young Spanish hottie.” I commented.

“Where?” Agent Pax asked.

“To your left.” I replied.

Agent Pax turned to his left and saw Agent Morris talking with the woman. “He’s not flirting with her. That’s Chrissy. She’s one of our linguist specialist” Agent Pax said.

“Did you say Chrissy?” I said aloud, because for some reason that name rung out to me.

“Yeah, why you know her?” Agent Pax asked me.

Before I answered him I thought back to the time I spoke with a Chrissy from Bishop’s phone. And I remembered Bishop talking to Monty about a Chrissy. But could this be the same Chrissy? “Nah, I don’t know her. But I do know somebody with the same name.” I finally replied.

Minutes later, Agent Morris decided to join us. But instead of climbing back into the SUV on the passenger side, he walked up to the driver side with Chrissy in tow. Agent Pax rolled down his window. “What are you doing on this side of town?”

“My mom lives near here so I decided to come out here to visit.” she told him.