Chapter 46: GOOD EVENING, APHRODITE
Abigail
The man in the photograph had his back to the cara. But I knew, I had always known soone had been there that night.
The parking lot was emptying around , car engines turning on with headlights sweeping across the tarmac. I stood beside my car and stared at the blurry image in my hand.
This wasn’t in the box sent to . There wasn’t a picture of a man bending over the car that night or the press wouldn’t have ruled it out as a single car accident.
My fingers shook. Oh my god, this was proof, undeniable proof that they were murdered, the man was evening bending over my parents car. With this I could get the police to start the investigation again.
But what about all the warnings I got?
I dragged a hand over my face, biting back a groan. Who was this person? Were they friends or foes? Why did it seem like they were trying to help
one minute but the next, they were threatening ?
Why did they keep dropping clues and won’t et ? What exactly are we playing at?
I whipped out my phone to take several pictures of the grainy photograph. A ssage from Annette slid atop the screen.
Annette: Babygirl where are you? The girls are here.
We were supposed to have dinner with Sasha and Jade at this fancy restaurant and because Jade had a kid already, this was the best ti she could squeeze out to have dinner with us. I glared at the picture.
I didn’t want to drag things out. I had to find whoever the hell this bastard was who killed my parents and I couldn’t do that if I was going to sit around waiting for whoever sent
this picture.
They already helped by sending
this. It’s all the proof I needed to get the police back on investigating the case, after all there was no statute of limitations on a murder case, right?
***
The drive to the NYPD precinct took fifteen minutes but getting the desk sergeant to get his ass off his seat and attend to
took a freaking hour.
"I’ve told you all you need to know, ma’am, you need to fill out the form and soone will be in touch." He grunted, like he had better things to do than the phone he was currentlh doomscrolling on.
"I want a tifra," I hissed through my teeth, trying not to lose my shit. "I already filled the form as you just shoved it into your desk drawer. How am I sure that form will see the light of day?"
"Are you trying to tell
how to do my job? Are you calling
incompetent?"
"If the shoe fits," I shrugged.
His ears burned red, I could almost his hsi veins popping as he supplied an unbefitting response "Ma’am, we have active cases that require more attention-"
"My parents’ murderer is roaming scot-free, all around the fucking place. I don’t care how many cases you have. Add this one to that pile. I have proof that it’s not just a car accident!" I slapped my palm flat on the counter. "Please, you have to help ,"
He sighed, rolling his eyes and leaned forward. "I’ll see what we can do, check back in like two weeks or whatever,"
Damn, looks like they taught shitty attitude as a course at whatever police academy this guy went to.
I stalked out of the New York Police Departnt, the picture sitting pretty in my bag. The warning from that building Annette and I had gone to flashed through my head.
Be careful what you search for.
I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I just needed progress, however small. I would find my parents’ murderer and I was going to make them rot in jail.
****
"AAN, YOU ARE AN HOUR LATE!"
Sasha’s voice carried across the entire restaurant as I walked in. She had her hand raised up from our table with a wine glass pointing at .
I winced, blushing slightly when heads in the restaurant turned to us.
"Jesus Christ, calm your tits, Sash, I got held up," A grin tugged at my lips as I got yanked down to my seat. Annette arched a brow, her eyes searching my face and I gave her a small smile assuring her I was fine. I would be, once the fucker in that picture was put behind bars.
"Held up!" Sasha scoffed. "She was held up! Girls, the audacity. I should have eaten your food, I knew I should have."
Jade slid a full glass toward . "You’re welco."
"Gosh, I love you guys," I groaned, snatching up the glass and downing the wine. "So, what did I miss?"
"Annette was just giving us more deets about that balless ex fiancee!" Sasha hissed. "Girl, that had to be the shittiest valentine day present,"
"Tell
about it," I groaned. "The snivelling piece of shit works with the company I work for now,"
"No way," Jade chuckled, flipping her violet colored hair over her shoulder. With the piercings and tattoos she had, nobody would have guessed she would be the first to settle down. "Please tell
you set fire to his dick or sothing."
"Easy girl, is this how you threaten poor Darren at ho?" Sasha guffawed.
She flexed her deep purple nails, her skull head wedding ring glinting on her finger. "Oh he knows better than to stick his dick anywhere else that isn’t my pussy,"
"Or your mouth," Annette snickered. "Or your asshole-"
"Okay we get it, jeez, y’all are nasty," Sasha scoffed, clapping a hand over her ears playfully. "Did you see the party Jennifer’s raving about on her Instagram? Should we go? I hear there’s a lot of celebrities showing up,"
We chatted for a while, made plans for a girls trip in a few months and when my bladder felt like it would explode, I excused myself to the bathroom.
I was halfway back to my desk, feeling light headed and much better but that was probably just the wine flooding my system when a voice ca from behind
and had
stiffening.
"Good evening, Aphrodite."
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