End of the day
End of the age
Biting on the rage
Alone at the end of the road
As we catch the last bus home
Open the latch
Into the hole in our soul
That we call home
End of the day
End of the age
Biting on the rage
Alone at the end of the road
As we catch the last bus home
Open the latch
Into the hole in our soul
That we call home
Had no light in their eyes
Knew no love
Of any kind
Sat in the corner…
Dreaming of a life
Which they could not bare
One they could not hold
One they could not grasp
Woken in tears
Dying of breath
This child prayed
Day and night
When they could come home
And be held in arms
That would not harm
A hair on their head
This is a rough draft of the side stories I wanted to release for The Perfect Woman, it should come out down the road, in the mean time enjoy the rough draft. And please own your ebook copy of the THE PERFECT WOMAN at Amazon ( http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Woman-Jesse-Abundis-ebook/dp/B00MU2GKZU )
Welcome Home Mr. Clinton
I know what I did. I didn’t do it cause I wanted to make a name, I didn’t do it to look tough, and I sure as hell didn’t do it cause I wanted to feed a habit. I just wanted to put bread on the table for my little brother and sister. Hearing them cry each night about how hungry they were can tear your soul apart, you’re going through the same, but to see the pain in their eyes, I don’t know how people can just stand there and do nothing. Maybe that’s the problem, I hated my mother for having a habit, I hated my father for never being there. Hate them so much that I wanted to make things right, I wanted to do something they could never do. But it cost me, son, it cost me.
“ What’s your plan, you’re a free man?” The guard has to ask as the gates are opening up, setting me free after ten years in the pen. I can see he got jokes, he thinks I’ll be back here again, just like the other niggers who can’t find their place once they leave this hell hole,but I ain’t, I got plans.
“ Stay far from here, and from your sorry ass.” I smile at him. I can tell he feels like cracking that baton on my head, probably wouldn’t be the first time he did that to a black man. A lot of cops took privilege on beating up on anything that wasn’t white. “ But don’t worry, I’ll write to you.”
“ Laugh it up, fucker. Won’t be long till we haul your black ass back here.”
“ You’d like that wouldn’t you?” I just have to laugh, he’s a straight up fool.
“ You got lucky cause of your friends.” Bitter words out of his mouth.
“ I got no friends, mister porky.” I smile nice and big. “ Never had any. Well, expect for you, sir.”
“ Whatever,” He stands back. “ I’ll see you soon.”
Gates open, out walks a free man, who feels less free than he was back inside that cage. There’s no party thrown, no flags, no family, just a beat up ford truck waiting for my ass, being driven by one high as nigger whose trying his best to not act like he’s been smoking the j as stumbles out of the car.
“ Fredrick Clinton, free at last, free at last, oh thank God, you’re free at last!” He ain’t my friend. “ How you’ve grown, hard time did you good.” He’s just here to make sure I keep my damn mouth shut, is all.
“ Booker.” I don’t shake his hand. I just get in the car. I wanna leave this place, now put a god damn show for the popo.
“ You a sour ass mother fucker, you know that.” He gives the finger to the cops, acting like he was the one doing hard time. If he had, he’d been traded back and forth, get his daily ass raping at nights from everyone looking to blow some steam off. “ Fucking pigs.” He gets back in, laughing, thinking he owns the world.
“ Yeah.” I say.
“ If I had my gun, I’d blast all their asses to kingdom come.”
“ Right.” He doesn’t seem to like my tone, cause I can see it in his eyes, this fool is ready to give me a good backhand for disrespecting him. I really don’t care. I don’t.
“ Look nigger, just because you did hard time for us, don’t mean you can disrespect me.” He’s wagging his finger at me, trying to act like the boss. “ I’m a made man, I run with the big dogs. You’re lucky I even bother to pick your sorry ass from the joint. So I better start seeing some gratitude from you.”
I had enough of his shit.“ Nigger, you ain’t nothing. Just another broke ass fool trying to act tough.” I grab his fingers and begin to show him a little pain, he cries out like a punk ass bitch. “ I didn’t do hard time for you, I did hard time for Rayner. Capped a nigger that was going to send his ass to the clink.”
“ Let go.” Now the tears are coming down his cheek.
“ He said he’d pay me. So I did it. Ten years, not for you.” I release the grip. “ So you best remember the next time you speak like that to me, cause I swear to you Booker. I won’t hesitate to break your fucking neck if you try to treat me like a slave, we clear?”
He pulls away quickly and starts to rub away the pain. “ I think you broke it.”
“ Well you better get used to jacking off with your left hand for now on.” I snap my fingers at him. “ Drive me to Rayner. Let’s get this over with.”
See this light come over
See this day die in front of me
See myself in the rain
See my sadness fade
See my life past in a haze
How I feel overwhelmed
To much to say
To much to feel
Call out her name
Know the love
Will come to life
As the sun comes back our way
It seems hating Amazon has become a new trend among indie authors. I’m puzzled, mainly because those who are attacking, are the same people an agent or publisher would never give a rats ass about, the same authors who cried for Amazon to be the support they needed, the same ones so desperate for fame.
A lot of those authors who used and abuse Amazon KDP, have now become anti-amazon. Mainly because Amazon has opened their new Kindle Unlimited, which is a flat rate $9.99 a month, so you can read all the books your heart desire. Indie authors had a heart attack over this. They started screaming “ RAPE, RAPE, RAPE” Well, for their pockets. Because they feel Amazon new service will hurt them in the long run.
Amazon does pay a flat rate to Publishers, to indie authors without a publisher, the fee is somewhat between the $1.99 or $2.00 mark. True, it’s a bitch if you’re selling your book within the $4 or $5 mark, you’re not getting the full price of the book you priced with them. But Amazon has offered a counter, a top 100, those who become the most read book within that month, will earn a grant that falls from the range of $2,500 to – $100, plus the rental fees. But despite this, there are many sour faces.
I publish with Amazon only, and of course those who can only get the grant and rental fees are those who make their book a “ AMAZON ONLY” Book. I do so because I don’t very much care for Smashwords or any of those other sites. Amazon runs smoothly and I haven’t had a problem with them at all. I do put a lot of trust in the company, Amazon is not forcing me to join, I can still publish my book with them and other sites if I do so in the future. I will be aware, the day I do leave, I won’t have my share in any of the grants they provide.
SO, why are authors pissed, why the hate, why the call to arms? I’ll tell you why. They fear Amazon is going to crush and destroy other sites floating around. This new grant, has been called “ American Idol” by bloggers, and they are trying their hardest to tell people that Amazon is the evil giant.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! Did people forget how life was six years ago? We had no place, we were forgotten thoughts. The same thing Amazon is giving the common folks, is what PUBLISHERS like to do. Grants are called contracts to them, Amazon Rental fee, is BIG PUBLISHERS writers fee for each book sold. But unlike the road blocks Publishers have given us, Amazon takes those away. We still get paid full price if someone isn’t apart of Kindle Unlimited, we still get a grant if Amazon rentals are in the top 100. Where among this is wrong?
The more I browse through blogs and pages, I see authors who are scared, they are scared of the giant floodgate that is opening. It’s going to bring younger authors to the floor, we’re talking sixteen year old writers, maybe even younger and this is scary, because now you have the whole world who can enter in this field and share a book. It will become harder to shine, that I do know. I truly believe in five years, the market will be double of what we have, and this means more people packing Amazon.
Am I scared of an open market, not really. I mean, let it be. I welcome the youth to come and write their hearts out and publish it. We have the power to become our own publisher. I think authors need to get off their paranoia microphone, if you don’t like Amazon, then just don’t any type of business with them at all. Don’t bitch and preach bad things, but still publish with them, that just makes you look like an arrogant fucker who can’t stand by their own principles. Excuse my harsh words, but someone has to say it.
~ Jesse Abundis
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Where has my daughter gone?
The old dying mustang pulled up to the apartment complex which Maggie Donner was living in, it was a run down graffiti riddled cesspool. The homeless slept on the sidewalks with their make shifted homes and tents, the effect of the economic boom of the nation, the new poor of this generation, thirty and homeless with no where to live but the streets. “ The lengths a mother will go to find her daughter.” Peewee told Karen, staring at the apartment with heartbreak, knowing each visit ended the same, Maggie in tears, pleading for him to find Lisa , just to end the suffering that would drown her each night, Causing her to wake up from her nightmare and run to the phone, hoping her daughter would call as she always did each morning before work.
“ Okay, well, we better head up.” His voice was firm, but his will was weak, here he was with no further progress, just a bucket of false hope to ease her burden.
They exited the car and made their way inside. A few homeless folks slept in the hallways, in the stairwell was a woman tying herself off, ready to inject heroin into her veins. She eyed them from head to toe, wondering if they were cops. “ Best leave me alone, bitch, you ain’t better than me !” She screamed at them as they passed her by. “ You fucking assholes, you better keep walking.” They did nothing to set her off, it was just the natural instinct, a tick, when you were broken and defeated, everyone seemed like an enemy to you, mocking you and judging you with their eyes, pointing out the fall from grace you knew you had become. “ You don’t know my story, you don’t know the life I’ve lived.” Truth.
They reached Maggie’s apartment, before they could knock, the door opened. “ Peewee, you came!” Maggie cradled her cell phone in her hands. “ Come in, who is she?” She was taken back by Karen‘s tattooed arms.
“ She’s my associate. Karen, this is Maggie, Maggie this is Karen.” He introduced one another.
Karen had seen the photos of Maggie, she had long blonde hair, a face that never seem to age. That drastically changed with the months. She could tell Maggie wasn’t getting any sleep, the bags and dark circles under her eyes were proof of that. She even had lost a few pounds, her face was much thinner from past photos. The clothes she wore seem to almost barely cling on her. She wore a stain pink shirt, and baggy sweat pants. “ Come in, come in.” She opened the door, inviting them to make themselves at home. The entire apartment was a pigsty, It was litter with garbage and old news papers, insects crawled at the corner of the living room, and the stench of old food roamed in the air. Karen could see the deteriorating of Maggie Donner mind over her missing daughter. The old photos of Lisa as a child were littered around the house, Maggie was clinging on to the past, unable to come to terms with a future without her only daughter. Karen wondered if any news they brought would ease this woman’s already cracked psyche.
Both Peewee and Karen took a seat on a couple of boxes as Maggie sat on a wooden creaky chair. “ How’s everything, Mag?” Peewee spoke to her as an old friend.
“ Everything is fine,” She glanced constantly at the cell phone in her hand. “ just been working, trying to pay the bills.”
“ Do you need any money?” He asked her.
“ No, I’m doing fine, hon.” Peewee had loaned Maggie some money the last time he was here, she felt bad for not being able to pay him back. Her husband was the bread winner, but he refused for his wife to carry on the search. He like the others, thought Lisa had ran away out of her own free will.“
You just didn’t allow her to live her own life, you always kept hovering over her, why do you think she moved to New York, to escape you!” Maggie flinched in the seat, as her husband words replayed in her head, it was on the night he tossed away Lisa’s clothes in the fireplace, “ She’s not coming back, so stop all this right now!” No matter how hard she cried, he was willing to accept his daughter was never coming back, so he destroyed every last thing that used to be her.
“ I would offer you something to eat, but, I haven’t had time to head to the grocery store.” Maggie bit on her finger nails.
“ It’s alright, you texted me.” Peewee tried to keep Maggie focused. “ I’m guessing you wanted to know about the case?”
“ Do you know where she is?” Her voice was mixed with anticipation and fear.
“ Maggie, we think whatever happened to Lisa, is happening to other women as well.” Peewee cleared his throat.
“ Are you saying someone’s taking other girls, like my Lisa?” Karen could see it in the eyes of the poor woman, nothing was really sinking in, her mind just seem to wonder back to her old life. “ I wonder if this phone works.” Maggie stared at the cell in her hand, losing focus on what was in front of her.
Peewee carried on. “ Another girl, went missing, her name was Janet Morales.”
Karen interrupted Peewee to ask her own question, something that would keep Maggie Donner with them. “ How would you describe your daughter, Mrs. Donner?”
Peewee looked over to Karen. “ What are you doing?” She never answered.
“ She was a sweet girl,” Maggie began to smile. “ everyone loved her, she could make you laugh, she would just love you with open arms.”
“ How was Lisa’s past relationships?”
“ They were good.” Maggie darted her eyes to the floor.
“ That’s a lie.” Karen shot at Maggie.
“ What are you doing?” Peewee asked once more.
“ She was too good for them.” Maggie spat out angrily. “ Those little fuckers never could love her, they just used her, they used my angel.”
“ Maggie,” Karen voice began to soften as she saw Maggie returning back to the present, stepping away from the past. “ the last phone call you received from Lisa, what did you two talk about?”
“ I could have told you.” Peewee pulled on her arm.
“ I want to hear it for myself.” She moved Peewee’s hand away. “ Tell me what you two talked about.”
“ She would always call me before heading to work, she asked me how everything was back home, I filled her in on everything, then she told me about him.” She let a out scream of pain, she couldn’t relieve that moment again, the last time she heard her daughter’s voice.
“ Cool it.” Peewee demanded. “ All Lisa told her, was that she met a guy.”
“ What was his name?” Karen asked, she cold see the hate in Peewee’s eyes, the last thing he wanted to do was bring harm to this woman, make her relieve that agony. “ Maggie, if you want us to help you, you have to remember every little detail.”
“ His name was Gerard,” She sobbed. “ She told me they met a few weeks ago, and that she felt he could be the one.”
“ Where did they meet?” Karen asked.
“ The metropolitan museum of art.”
“ Why would Lisa go there,” Peewee stood silent, he was wondering where Karen was going with this. “ was she a fan of art?”
“ She liked paintings at a young age, she even drew some masterful ones.”
“ Did she even describe Gerard to you?”
“ Yes,” Peewee was in utter disbelief, not once did Maggie tell him a description of the charming man. “ He was tall, he had dark hair, she said she was handsome.”
“ What does that say?” Peewee asked Karen.
“ It means he either was stalking her before they met, getting to know everything about her or he enjoys art himself, I‘m willing to place my bet on the second.” Karen bit on her lip, thinking of the description given from Maggie and the waitress at the Midnight Heat “ The description we have don’t match.”
“ So, what, the Midnight Heat is not our guy.” Peewee slumped in his chair.
“ No,” Peewee was puzzled as Karen spoke. “ It means he’s careful.”
“ Disguises?” There was doubt in Peewee’s voice, even he felt that to be a stretch. “ Impossible.”
“ He’s not stupid, Peewee, if he’s taken more girls, he’s not going to walk out in the streets looking like himself.” Karen looked back at Maggie who was still cleaning the tears from her eyes. “ Maggie, did you guys ever check Lisa’s phone calls from her cell phone provider?”
“ No,” She shook her head. “ The fake letter came in days before the cops could look any further.”
“ Why didn’t you check it?” Karen asked Peewee.
“ Not as simple.” He said.
“ I’m sure we’ll find a way to get that info.” She smiled at him.
“ Yes ma’am.” It was refreshing to see that old fighting spirit return back to his friend, that was the girl he fell head over heels for, that’s the one he needed now, the one Maggie deserved.
“ Why aren’t the cops doing anything?” Maggie said.
“ There’s no body, mag.” Peewee told her.
“ What about the dead girl you told me about, you said they found DNA?”
“ I was ahead of myself, Mag‘s. They found the guy behind that, he‘s dead.” There were times when Peewee couldn’t take the look of disappointment on Maggie’s face, every time he let her down there was a blow to his heart, she put so much faith into him and still he had brought her nothing.
“ Will you ever find him?” Maggie said to them.
Karen interrupted Peewee before he could utter a single word. “ Of course, you‘ve given us a lot to go on, before you know it, we‘ll have the son of bitch in our hands.”
Maggie blew a sigh of relief, it was a comforting notion, knowing retribution would be paid. “Just, be careful.” Maggie knew as they did as well, the risk of hunting down a serial killer. There could be repercussions.
“ He’ll never see us coming, Maggie.” Peewee reassured her by holding on to her hand, he smiled at her with that boyish smile.
“ Thank you.” She squeezed his hand back.
Even though they were complete strangers, they both had formed a bound that seem to be mother and son like, though they didn’t share the affection as openly as others, it was evident in the way they spoke to each other and the small grasps of affection. It made Peewee think of his own mother and how he should visit her more often. Perhaps when the case was over and when he could hang a good deed around his neck, in the mean time he had a promise to keep. “ If you need anything, call me. I’ll be here.”
After all the goodbyes, they were back in the car, driving home ready to pour a few more hours trying to figure the what, when and where. “ What was all that about?” Peewee asked, still upset with the way Karen forced herself on Maggie.
“ I had to shake her out of whatever hole she was in, “ She turned over to Peewee. “ I know the last thing you want to bring to her is pain, but sometimes you have to shake people out of the lie they’re living in, for better or worse, or they‘ll just end up running away their entire life.”
National Front Disco
The Midnight Heat was empty; the cleaning crew was busy picking up the mess left by last night’s visitors. The only way Karen and Peewee had access this early in the morning was by passing themselves as private detectives hired by Janet Morales’s family, the owner Luis Santos agreed to meet them at 10:00 AM with the staff that was working on the night Janet went missing. “ The cops already talked to every of me workers and found nothing, okay, I’m not sure what you looking for.” The owner was a Puetro Rican in his mid forties, he talked a bit like Tony Montana and attended to walk with swagger. He opened the night club ten years ago, in the same exact spot of another failed night club name the National Front Disco, a joint paying homage to the Morrissey song of the same, you would still get those Morrissey look alikes walking into the club remembering the days of old.
Mr. Santos used to work as a kitchen cook in a Chinese restaurant in Brooklyn. It wouldn’t be long until he hit it big with a small sum from playing the lotto. It wasn’t enough for him to retire, but just right to fulfill a dream of owning a nightclub. The club was becoming vastly known in New York, it was bringing some of Hollywood Celebes under its roof. It was a hot spot for some of the N.Y Giants Football players to blow off some steam during the off-season, most of the heavy hitters would drop a cool four-thousand in mere minutes, but despite all the glitz and glamor, Midnight Heat still stayed a club for the people.
A club for the people, but now for Peewee, as he had tried to get in on numerous occasions, only to be tossed out by the bouncers at the door, which in itself is a shocker, as all guests were welcomed with open arms, but that one particular bouncer just had it in for Peewee. All in all this was a small victory in a way; he was finally inside the club that had made his mortal enemy list, right under old people and Oprah. “We just need to double check, you know how cops are.” Peewee was dressed in a cheap worn out suit, something a private eye would wear, an upgrade to his jeans and masturbating bears shirt or have a nice day smiley face.
Karen was dressed in her nice long trench coat, and work slacks, something a fed would wear. They needed to sell themselves, fit the description, fool the untrained eye, lies were only half of the equation. “We won’t take much of your time.” She added as well.
The staff that had been up late night walked in one by one, none of them pleased to be called out this early in the morning. “pendejos de mierda.” One of the bartenders muttered, Karen dabble in Spanish, she knew it meant “ Fucking assholes.”
“lo siento por todo esto, esto sólo tomará un minuto.” Karen replied in Spanish to the bartender, the only thing he could do was smile after being embarrassed, he and the entire staff never expected them to know a single word of Spanish, they both looked like the average white person with low self-esteem. “ Like I told your friend here, I’m sorry, but this won’t take long. We just need to ask you guys a few questions on the night Janet Morales went missing.”
The twelve employees talked among themselves, a bit suspicious that people were asking questions about the case, seeing how the cops had brushed it aside. “Cops already asked questions?” One female employee said.
“Yes, we know. We’re private detectives hired by the Morales family. We’re conducting our own search.” Karen pulled a photo of Janet and passed it around the employees to get a good look at her. “We know for a fact, that this was the last place Janet was in before she vanished. We just need you guys to remember something about that night that can help us speed things up.” Karen and Peewee spent hours speaking with Janet’s friend whom they ran into outside Rusty Chicken Shack, what they got out of her was little, but Janet did match Karen’s theory of the killers taste in his victims, Janet had been a part of a broken family, no father in her life, looking to the common loser for that missing void. Now all they needed was a miracle, someone that might have seen anything.
The photo circle around the group, each one just shook their head as they laid eyes on Janet; they couldn’t come up with a single thing to help them with their case. But the look on one of the girls face in the back caught Karen’s eye. “Hon, do you have something to add?”
She was hesitant to say anything for a second. “I do remember seeing the girl.” One of her female friends grasp her arm, telling her to stay back, but the young worker just said calmly. “ It’ll be ok.”
Karen gesture the girl to come forward. “Can we have a moment alone?” she asked the owner.
“Yeah, sure thing, boss.” Mr. Santos snapped his fingers at his crew. “ Let’s head out the parking, to have a smoke.” They followed, complaining on their way out. Asking if they would get paid for showing up to this meeting. “ You fucking lucky I pays you at all, chico.”
Karen waited until they were gone to continue asking questions. “Let’s have a seat.” The three moved over to a nearby table. The female worker looked no older than nineteen, no doubt too young to be working with the nightclub. But she was eye candy, which meant more customers for the establishment. “ What’s your name?” Karen asked.
“Brittany.” She mumbled.
“Relax, kid. You’ve got nothing to fear from us, we’re not the cops.” Peewee could see the uneasiness in her face, she was scared they would ask her age and use that as a card on the table. “ Just tell us what you saw.”
Brittany took a deep breath before answering. “ It was around midnight, I saw her dancing with this guy, they were getting hot and heavy on the dance floor. It was, sensual.” She blushed a bit.
“ That’s what caught your eye in the first place?” Karen smiled, she missed being young and pure. Though at her age, Karen had lost her purity ages ago.
“ Yeah.” She giggled nervously, she played with the edge of her flower skirt, twisting it back and forth, being interrogated was a first, she had no clue what to expect.
“ How did this guy look like?” Peewee took out a small notebook from his pocket to make notes.
“ He was tall.” She said.
“ Can you tell me how tall, like six feet?” Karen nodded at the girl to answer Peewee’s question.
“ He might have been, I think he was like six-four.” She nervously scratched her leg, her voice began to prattle. “ He also had long hair.” She scratched her forehead, trying her best to dig the memory from her mind.
“ Did you see him face to face?” Karen asked.
“ I passed him by twice, but each time his hair covered his face.” She shook her head. “ I should have said something, I know, but they told me not to, I can‘t lose this job.”
Karen held her hand. “ Relax, we’ve all been there. It’s ok, you’re not in trouble.”
“ Do you remember the detective name who came to question the staff?” Peewee’s voice was soft and comforting, he didn’t want this girl to feel she had cost someone’s life, no one deserved to carry that weight on their shoulder.
“ He looked mean, small, but built..” Brittany shivered
“ Harkness.” Both Karen and Peewee said, they knew the man, they knew his face, he could be a rabid dog when he wanted to be. Jamie had once been chased by the detective himself down the streets after snapping a photo of a crime scene. Her long legs were able to out run the detective in the four block race they had.
Karen placed her hand on her shoulder, to keep her calm. “Yeah, he’s a bit of an asshole.”
The young girl laughed. “He looked like one.”
“Is there a chance any of the other staff got a good look at him? “ Peewee knew it was a reach, but this could be the golden opportunity to have a visual description on their man.
“No, they were all busy handling other customers. I’m the only one that saw her on that night.” She looked at them. “You don’t thinks she’s dead?”
Karen jumped quickly to answer. “No, there’s a good chance she‘s just doing this to give her family a scare.” It was a lie, but a lie to ease Brittany’s mind. “You know, the whole melodrama.”
“ Good,” She blew a sigh of relief. “ is there any more questions you guys want to ask?”
“ No, we’re done.” Karen borrow Peewee’s notebook, ripped a clean page, and wrote both their numbers on the paper. “ I want you to have this,” She handed Brittany the piece of paper. “ It’s our cell numbers, in case you remember anything, don’t hesitate to give us a call any time of day or night.”
“ Can I call you if I’m lonely.” She winked at Karen.
Karen just rubbed her chin. “ I can never say no, to a pretty gal, like yourself. But, seriously, don’t hesitate to call us if you remember anything new.”
“ I will.” She reassured them.
“ That’s my cell at the bottom in case, you know, you want to chat or whatever.” Peewee said to her, but was complete blown off, which added more bruises to his already battered ego. “ Let’s get going.” He told Karen, grabbing his notebook feeling like the third wheel in this girl on girl sex fantasy, kinda like the guy in a porno, you don’t want to see him, you really don’t need to, the girls are all anyone needs. “ We got a lot of busy things to do.”
They informed the owner that they were through with the investigation and thanked him for his cooperation. “ We’re just glad we could help.”
“ There’s a bouncer here…” Peewee wanted to get to the bottom of that issue.
“ We’re done.” Karen yanked him out the front door.
“ The girl was all over me,” Peewee fixed his clip on tie as they walked down the street. “ I’m telling you it’s the suit.”
It didn’t take a genius to know he was full of crap, but Karen was willing to humor him. “ I saw that, made me so jealous. ”
“ I know, I saw that, I didn’t want to say anything, but I just knew it. I could see it in your eyes.” They reached the car. Peewee rubbed the hood, a sign to show his baby that he had return to her. “ But, that’s beside the point. What do you think of the description?”
“ It’s not a lot to go on, but, it proves our charming man was at the crime scene.” Karen didn’t want to use those words, she hoped the girls were alive and well. “ A note from Lisa Donner didn‘t come down the wire until the pressure was poured on, I’m guessing we’ll see the same here.”
“ What the hell does he do with them.” Peewee was frustrated, the more he tried to figure out the why the more walls he seemed to hit, it was wearing on him. “ I just need to know…” His cell vibrated in his pocket, taking the words out of his mouth.
“ Who is it?” Karen asked as he dug into his pocket to pull it out.
“ It’s Maggie, she wants to meet.”
“ I’ve been meaning to ask does Maggie live here or just flies over for a visit?” Karen wondered, seeing how Peewee had been very hushed in the whole background of his relationship.
“ She moved to N.Y recently, has a small apartment close to Harlem. She’s working at a diner to pay for the rent.”
“ Husband’s not in favor in her living here?” Karen knew the answer to the question already.
“ He’s hoping to cut Maggie off and get her back to L.A. It’s a really fucked up situation. You mind if we head over to her place?” Peewee looked at his cell again viewing the message left by Maggie, “ Have you found her?”
Karen wasn’t going to say no, she knew Peewee had formed a bond with this woman, it’s the only reason he was going out of his way to solve this case. “ Yeah, of course. I want to ask Maggie some questions too.”