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Sherwood nodded in agreement. “Oh, by the
way, did that person ever get back to you that you sent that
private message to on social media about this picture of the four
of them?”

“No, they didn’t. In fact,
when I tried to respond to them, it said that
USER NOT FOUND
crap. I think the
person deleted their account when they found out that I was a cop
investigating Felicity’s attempted murder.”

“
Naturally,” Sherwood said.
“Well, let’s get out of here and see if we can catch up with this
Carson guy. He hasn’t responded to the e-mails and texts that
you’ve sent to the club’s website, or the private messages you sent
to its social media page?”

“Not even one,” Seals replied. “I don’t
understand why he doesn’t wanna talk about someone who patronized
his brother’s club every Friday and Saturday.”

“Yeah, and that’s exactly what we wanna find
out is why he doesn’t wanna talk about her, especially since I know
that he’s seen these attempts at contacting him,” Sherwood
said.

They got up and left the room.

Meanwhile, Willow sighed as
she smoked a cigarette in the handicapped stall in the bathroom.
When she was done, she opened the door and
Jackie, Cherie, and Trina were standing
here
!

“Hey,” Willow said, as she tried to act as
if she didn’t know what was going on.

“Why were you questioned separately from us?
Huh?” Jackie asked.

Willow looked at her, and then at Cherie and
Trina as they waited for her to answer. “Look, I didn’t know that
you all were contacted before I was, okay? I just assumed that we
were all contacted at the same time and that we were all questioned
separately because that’s what those cops usually do. But I now
know why those cops wanted to question me separately.”

“Oh, yeah? Tell us,” Jackie said.

“Because I’m Sloan’s ex
girlfriend, that’s why. And I know those damn cops think I probably
teamed up with Sloan to hurt Felicity thinking that I want him back
and the only way that I was gonna get him back was to have her out
of the way. And they thought that we were all over her house to
hurt her because of me, but
you
know
we were there because of
you
wanting to get her
back for posting that picture of her in Allen’s bed, Jackie,”
Willow said.

“Yeah, but they don’t know that! They don’t
know shit about why we were over there, so I sure as fuck hope you
didn’t say anything to them about how Allen was the reason why we
were over there and not Sloan,” Jackie warned her.

“Of course I didn’t, Jackie. What kind of a
fuckin’ friend do you think I am?! They know damn well that they
have no proof of us being over there for that reason, but I’m
concerned about Saturday night,” Willow said.

“What for?” Jackie asked.

“Because they asked me where was I at on
that night,” Willow said.

“And where did you say that you were?”
Jackie asked.

Willow looked at Jackie, Cherie, and Trina,
as they waited for her to tell them. “I said you were all at my
place,” she lied.

Jackie, Cherie, and Trina nodded and looked
relieved.

“You said that we were at your house the
whole night?” Jackie asked.

“Yeah, the whole night,” Willow lied.

“Great, because that’s where we said that we
were! What a coincidence!” Jackie said.

“It really is!” Trina said.

“I guess you were reading our minds, Willow,
huh?” Cherie said.

Willow smiled. “Yeah, I was.”

“Well, I don’t trust those cops. I have a
feeling that they’re not gonna leave us alone about that fuck girl.
As long as we stay on the same page with everything then we should
be fine, because we’re always gonna be suspects in this case
because of that damn picture. I feel like killing that Taylor
motherfucker for taking that picture! I know he did it to prove
that we were over her house and how much of a pussy she was that
she either was there and didn’t come to the door, or she actually
wasn’t there. But that bitch won’t be messing with my man anymore!”
Jackie said.

“Or my ex,” Willow said.

They all laughed.

Jackie looked at her watch. “Let’s get out
of here. The bell’s about to ring.”

They all walked out of the bathroom and to
their next class.

Chapter 21

S
herwood and Seals arrived at Moves. They drove through the
empty parking lot.

“Do you think anyone’s here right now?”
Seals asked, as Sherwood pulled into a parking space.

“Looks like someone is here now. Let’s wait
here for a minute. Judging by the car, it must be the owner of this
club,” Sherwood said.

They watched as a young man got out of an
exotic sports car. He locked the doors to his car and headed
towards the front entrance of the club while he talked on the
latest and greatest smartphone, as he wore a pair of black
sunglasses, a dark grey hoodie with a white T-shirt underneath, and
dark blue jeans held up by a dark grey and black checkered luxury
belt.

Sherwood and Seals got out of the car and
headed towards him as he continued to head towards the club as he
talked to someone on his phone. He stopped in his tracks when
Sherwood and Seals showed their badges to him, formally identifying
them as cops.

“Let me call you back,” he said to the
person that he was talking to. He pressed a button on his phone,
and then looked at Sherwood and Seals. “What’s up?”

“I’m Detective Roland Sherwood and this is
Detective Genevieve Seals. May we ask who you are?”

“I’m Carmine Jennings. I’m the owner of this
club,” he replied.

“Do you have a brother by the name of
Carson?” Sherwood asked.

Carmine sighed. “What did he do?”

Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.

“Well, nothing that we know of, unless
there’s something that you’re not telling us,” Sherwood said.

“Well, there’s obviously something that
you’re not telling me because y’all came here to my club, I didn’t
come to you,” Carmine replied.

“Well, we came here because we’re
investigating the attempted murder of a club patron of yours,
Felicity Gains. Do you know her?” Seals asked.

Carmine nodded. “Yeah, I’ve
heard of her, but I don’t know her. Carson’s told me about her
coming here almost every Friday and Saturday.
Attempted murder
? Damn, that’s fucked
up.”

“To say the least. How well does your
brother know her?” Seals asked.

“I’m not sure. Carson is here to work, not
pick up girls. He knows the rules and he follows them. He’s one of
my best employees and they’re very hard to come by, especially
family members,” Carmine said.

“You got that right,” Sherwood said with a
slight grin. “So, is here today?”

“It’s Monday. This place is only open on
Fridays and Saturdays, or on another day if a special event is
going on. I don’t have any special events scheduled for this week,
but the staff is to report here every Wednesday for a weekly
meeting,” Carmine replied.

“Have you talked to your brother today?”
Seals asked.

“No, since he’s at school. If you wanna talk
to him I’ll say that’s the best place to catch him at,” Carmine
said.

“Do you two live together?” Sherwood
asked.

“No, we don’t. We haven’t lived together
since I was eighteen and moved out,” Carmine replied.

“Well, it’s obvious that you have a pretty
successful business here,” Sherwood said.

Carmine nodded with a grin. “Yeah, I do
alright. I come from a successful family so it’s in the genes.
Look, I hate to cut this short but I gotta get inside and get to
work.”

Sherwood reached inside his pocket and gave
Carmine two of his cards; Seals did the same.

Carmine took the cards. “I take it one’s for
me and the other’s for Carson?”

“Correct,” Sherwood said. “If you speak to
your brother today, tell him I said call us right away, okay?”

“No problem, man,” Carmine replied.

Sherwood and Seals got back into their
car.

“So, what do you think?” Seals asked.

“It’s hard to tell,” Sherwood replied. “If
he knows something then he sure isn’t acting like he does. And if
he does know something, he doesn’t even care because it’s not him.
I’ve seen his type before. He’s rich, handsome, and all about
success.”

“Unless someone puts that in jeopardy,”
Seals said.

“Exactly,” Sherwood replied. He started up
the car and drove out of the parking lot, passing Carmine’s car.
“And he has a lot of success when it comes to this club at least,
to be able to afford a car that’s over two-hundred thousand. I bet
he has no problem getting girls.”

Seals laughed. “I hope it’s not girls who
patronize his club because they’re underage!”

“He’s not that much older than them; I don’t
put him past twenty-six or so. But hey, when you got it, you got
it.”

“Jealous much?” Seals asked with a
chuckle.

“I plead the fifth!” Sherwood said with a
laugh.

They laughed as they left out of the parking
lot.

Back inside the club,
Carmine walked to his office as he looked at Sherwood and Seals’
cards. He walked inside his office and threw two of the cards on
his desk. “I think you might be interested in those,” he
said
to Carson
!

Carson was sitting at Carmine’s desk as he
looked at the computer. He picked up the cards, and then put them
back on the desk. “Hey, I don’t know why they wanna talk to me,
man. That’s why I didn’t go to school today because I didn’t want
them coming up there. That Seals chick has been texting, e-mailing,
and private messaging me on all of sites that have to do with this
business, man.”

“And why do they wanna question you so bad,
man, huh? Is there something you’re not telling me? This is my
business, man! I built this and I wanna keep it! That Felicity
chick has been coming here every fuckin’ Friday and Saturday for
over a year, man! Why wouldn’t they wanna talk to you? What the
fuck is goin’ on, man? Are you fucking her?”

“No, man! I only had one dance with her,
that’s it!”

“What
?! You know you’re not supposed to be gettin’ down with the
patrons, man! It’s against the club rules!”

“I couldn’t tell her no, man! I’m sorry!
That’s the first time she’s ever asked me to dance with her out of
all of times she’s been here.”

Carmine sighed as he sat in a chair in front
of his desk. “Look, man. If you have anything that you need to tell
those cops about that Felicity chick then you need to tell them and
you better tell them now. I don’t wanna see them up here anymore.
People seeing cops coming around here all the time — in uniform or
not — is bad business. I run a clean business here, you know that,
and I’ll be fuckin’ damned if I lose everything that I worked so
hard for over a fuck girl!”

“I know, man, okay? You’re not gonna lose
anything. I’m your brother. I saw how hard you worked to get this
off the ground. It’s your dream and you achieved it, that’s why I
don’t mind working here. I’m serious, man, when I say that I don’t
know Felicity like that. All I know is that she’s a fuck girl and
did a lot of shit to people that caused what happened to her to
happen. I’m surprised that I didn’t hear about something happening
to her sooner.”

Carmine nodded. “I’m surprised, too. Just
get this shit straightened out with them, man, okay? Luckily, I
caught them right outside of here and of course, I told them that
you were at school, so if you don’t wanna have them go up there
like what they’re probably gonna do, then talk to them.”

“I will,” Carson assured him.

“Oh, and this incident with Felicity made me
think about another incident that happened here last week
Friday.”

Carson looked at him. “And what incident is
that?”

“Let me switch places with you, man, because
I need to get on my computer,” Carmine said.

They switched places.

Carmine got on his computer and looked at
the file that he had on reported incidents that happened here.
“Here it is. Yeah, it happened last week Friday, not this past
Friday. A girl by the name of Stacia Eversley said that some girl
messed up her white luxury handbag. She said that the girl poured a
whole soda into it and then marked it up on one side with her red
lipstick. She also said that this girl stole her lipstick because
it was missing. She said that the bag was $2,900 and the lipstick
was $90 — damn, that’s a lot for some lipstick, but who am I to
talk? When I saw the pictures, I noticed how I got my girl about
five of them, and this exact same bag but in black. Stacia’s got
great taste. That’s some fuckery right there!”

“Yeah, I’ll say. I
definitely remember Stacia from that night. She was very
hard
not
to
remember because she was by far the hottest girl here that night. I
believe that was her first time here.”

“Yeah, it says in the
report that it was her first time coming here,” Carmine replied, as
he looked at the computer. “It also says that the case is still
unsolved. I’m surprised Stacia came back here this past Friday and
I got to see her in person —
damn
! I had to take my eyes off of
her before I got into trouble!”

Carson laughed. “Yeah, she’s a knockout. But
I’m gonna tell you what I’ve seen on social media about the
incident,” he informed him.

Carmine looked at him. “And
you’re telling me this
now,
man? What is it?”