Chapter 1
Justin.
Mama J
Marie.
Kendrick.
Brad.
Toya
Corey.
Kendra.
Kayce.
Nya.
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Chicago, Illinois
3 Years Earlier…
“How was the Academy?” Sasha asked Justin.
“Informative.” He replied.
“Good his name is Corey Johnson.”
“How do you know this?”
“I just do, start with his bitch Marie.” She slid him a picture of her.
“I guess I got some work to do.”
“Yes, you do, oh and Justin.”
“Huh?”
“You better get it done, or you will die.” Sasha responded; he nodded his head…
Marie-Ann Claire-Johnson:
3 Years Later…
“Baby I’ll be home late tonight not too late this time tho.”
“You’re going to be late getting home again Corey?” I asked, annoyed.
“Promise I’ll make it up to you gorgeous.” He said sweetly.
“I guess.” I rolled my eyes.
“You mad at me baby?” I didn’t say anything, I just felt a bad feeling in my stomach, I always got these feelings in my stomach when he says he’ll be home late. I don’t smell perfume or see any signs of him cheating so it can’t be that. “You hear me babe?”
“Yea Corey just let m-” I was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Let me call you back babe there’s someone at the door.”
“Alright, I love you sweetheart.”
“I love you more.” I replied, I hit the end button sitting my phone on the kitchen counter. I quickly dried my hands and rushed out of the kitchen once the knocking started again. “I’m coming stop banging on my door.” I say as I reached the front door, I looked out the peephole at a freckled face brown skin man, very well dressed. I raised an eyebrow as I opened the door, “Look I don’t want to buy whatever it is you’re selling.”
He chuckled, “Mrs. Johnson?” He asked.
“In the flesh.” I reply.
“I’m Justin Cole with the FBI.” He says showing me his badge. “Is your husband home?” He asked.
“No Corey’s at work, what’s this about?” I asked, feeling my heart sink into my stomach.
“May I?” He asked, “I moved aside.
“Of course, come in you’re probably freezing.” He made his way in instantly scanning the house. I closed the door locking it. “Sorry to disturb you, the food smells nice I just have some questions for you. Is it alright if I take a seat?” He asked, I nodded.
“Please help yourself I hope you’re not investigating me.” I say amusingly.
“Not you Mrs. Johnson, Uhm how is you and your husband’s relationship?” he asked as he took a seat flipping out a notepad.
“Happily married 10 years now.” I reply raising an eyebrow.
“Your husband ever hurt you? Does his behavior ever change?”
“Corey’s perfect, what’s this about?” I asked, getting offended.
“Mrs. Johnson, Is your husband into younger girls?”
I laughed, “Younger girls? What are you guys trying to accuse my husband of now?”
“Nothing ma’am just doing my job.”
“No, he has no fetishes.”
“Where was your husband last night at 11:30?” He asked.
“A bar with a couple of friends from work he texted me told me he’d be late getting home they were celebrating a new account they landed.”
“And what time had your husband come home?”
“I don’t know a little after 1?” I was irritated at this point. “Can you tell me what’s this about? What are you trying to accuse my husband of?”
“Ma’am last night a 16-year-old girl was found raped and murdered, another 3 found last week as well a-”
“I know you not in here trying to accuse my husband of raping no little girls, get out now.”
“Just please listen.” He said politely.
I sighed, “What?”
“Does the name Riff ring a bell?”
“No, why are you asking me that?”
“Well, it’s believed that’s the name your husband goes by in this sex trafficking-”
“Look I don’t think I wanna listen to this anymore this is absurd. You’re not about to tell me my husband is abducting and raping little girls, we’re trying to have a baby ourselves and we both want a little girl. My husband isn’t capable of this, not my husband, you must have him confused with someone else!”
“Look Mrs. Johnson, I didn’t mean to offend you, but this is important there’s over 50 young teenage girls missing most found raped and murdered going all the way back to 15 years ago, you sitting here telling me what your husband isn’t capable of isn’t bringing peace to any of these victim’s families I need your cooperation.”
“And how is my husband connected to this? Huh? You can’t come up in here accusing my husband of anything, there’s no way he’s involved. You got any type of evidence?”
“I know this is hard to believe but we have substantial evidence linking your husband to these girls not enough to arrest but I can say this won’t be the last time you see me Mrs. Johnson, we will bring your husband down and if we find out you’re involved in any kind of way, you as well.” He said getting up.
“Me?!” I shouted. “I had n-”
“I apologize, I shouldn’t have accused you I know it’s hard to believe your husband could be involved in anything like this. Just think about the many times he comes home late, the irrational behavior sometimes, look for agitations and signature moves like does he twitch, does his leg shake when you mention certain things. I’ll apologize now if we are investigating him, and he comes up innocent. But nothing shows he’s innocent besides the fact that he lives a perfect at home life with a beautiful woman.” I smiled at the compliment, “It’s a lot to take in, here’s my card if you ever just need to talk, or you feel like your life is in danger you give me a call and I’ll even put my personal cell number on the back.” He added as he scribbled his cell number on the back of the card. “I’d greatly appreciate it if you didn’t tell your husband about this for your safety and the delicacy of this investigation and if you do, I completely understand just text me and let me know if you tell him he could try and flee the country.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Your life may be in danger so be careful.” He gave me the card and a genuine smile before he walked around me letting himself out.
