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hell was going on? They were involved with this case as well. It would be their team infiltrating the drug laboratory and operations building once the information was confirmed. Did the Valdamar brothers know that Melissa was at that meeting last night at the club? Do they know Bret attacked her?
He had a moral dilemma here. Dustin had saved his ass last year during a drug raid gone bad. Logan and his brothers were good men and had always pulled through for the department. Why was Melissa avoiding their calls?
Taking a deep breath, he closed her phone and walked back into the room. She was cleaning up the bar preparing to leave. Paul was paying her.
Nonchalantly Jamie walked over to the table and sat down, staring at Melissa as he inconspicuously dropped her cell phone under the chair she had been sitting in.
“Good luck, Melissa. Be safe,” Paul stated as he shook her hand and thanked her for her service tonight. The other men were walking out the door, and it was just Paul and Jamie now.
“Hey, let’s keep in touch. Don’t be such a stranger,” Jamie stated.
“You want to keep in touch as a friend or as a detective investigating a case and looking for a snitch?” she asked with attitude.
“A friend of, course. Give me your cell number so we can talk sometime.”
He watched as the panic hit her face as she realized her cell was missing. He played dumb and watched as she searched on the floor behind the bar then around the bar.
“Hey, I think I see something under the table,” Paul stated, reaching down to the floor. He pulled out the cell phone.
“Looks like you got another text.”
She grabbed it from him. “Thanks.”
He said good-bye as she grabbed her bag and left the room.
* * * *
Melissa couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there. It was nearly midnight when she received the call from Celine.
The text said urgent, so she called her the second she got into her car.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m in trouble, Mel. I’m in serious fucking trouble.”
“What trouble? What’s going on? Are the kids okay?” she asked in a panic.
“Yes, the kids are fine. They’re in the other room sleeping, and so is your aunt. I heard from the bank, and because I wouldn’t fuck that little weasel that came to the apartment the other day, he messed with my records. They say I owe ninety thousand dollars, Mel. Where the hell am I going to get that kind of money? The bank called and said if I don’t have it by tomorrow or make a payment of at least half of it, they’ll arrest me. They’ll take my kids, Mel, they’ll take my kids.” Celine cried hysterically.
“Damn it, Celine. Maybe we can get a lawyer?”
“And pay for it how? Can’t you see that it wouldn’t matter? There’s no time, Mel. I’m going to jail, and I am going to lose my kids.”
Melissa was scrambling for a solution. There had to be a way around this. Maybe she could go talk to the bank guy and make him change the numbers back? Maybe she could get help from the police or maybe Jamie? No, if she did he would probably ask for her help to bring down Bret. She couldn’t do that. She had to handle this alone. Just like all the other times.
“Watch the kids for me. Don’t panic if you don’t hear from me right away. I’ll fix this, Celine. I promise.”
* * * *
Melissa felt her heart beating so fast she thought she would pass out. Desperate times called for desperate measures. That’s exactly what she kept telling herself.
She kept her back to the concrete wall inside the building. If she had gotten the call from Celine an hour earlier, she could have better prepared herself for this hit. Melissa remembered Bret saying something about Lester Crowe meeting a guy and trading the drugs for money. She almost missed his black sports car as it sped down Fifth and Madison Avenue. She continued to follow him, all the way through Harlem and on to the road leading to an old warehouse. Parking her car three blocks away, near
He had a moral dilemma here. Dustin had saved his ass last year during a drug raid gone bad. Logan and his brothers were good men and had always pulled through for the department. Why was Melissa avoiding their calls?
Taking a deep breath, he closed her phone and walked back into the room. She was cleaning up the bar preparing to leave. Paul was paying her.
Nonchalantly Jamie walked over to the table and sat down, staring at Melissa as he inconspicuously dropped her cell phone under the chair she had been sitting in.
“Good luck, Melissa. Be safe,” Paul stated as he shook her hand and thanked her for her service tonight. The other men were walking out the door, and it was just Paul and Jamie now.
“Hey, let’s keep in touch. Don’t be such a stranger,” Jamie stated.
“You want to keep in touch as a friend or as a detective investigating a case and looking for a snitch?” she asked with attitude.
“A friend of, course. Give me your cell number so we can talk sometime.”
He watched as the panic hit her face as she realized her cell was missing. He played dumb and watched as she searched on the floor behind the bar then around the bar.
“Hey, I think I see something under the table,” Paul stated, reaching down to the floor. He pulled out the cell phone.
“Looks like you got another text.”
She grabbed it from him. “Thanks.”
He said good-bye as she grabbed her bag and left the room.
* * * *
Melissa couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there. It was nearly midnight when she received the call from Celine.
The text said urgent, so she called her the second she got into her car.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m in trouble, Mel. I’m in serious fucking trouble.”
“What trouble? What’s going on? Are the kids okay?” she asked in a panic.
“Yes, the kids are fine. They’re in the other room sleeping, and so is your aunt. I heard from the bank, and because I wouldn’t fuck that little weasel that came to the apartment the other day, he messed with my records. They say I owe ninety thousand dollars, Mel. Where the hell am I going to get that kind of money? The bank called and said if I don’t have it by tomorrow or make a payment of at least half of it, they’ll arrest me. They’ll take my kids, Mel, they’ll take my kids.” Celine cried hysterically.
“Damn it, Celine. Maybe we can get a lawyer?”
“And pay for it how? Can’t you see that it wouldn’t matter? There’s no time, Mel. I’m going to jail, and I am going to lose my kids.”
Melissa was scrambling for a solution. There had to be a way around this. Maybe she could go talk to the bank guy and make him change the numbers back? Maybe she could get help from the police or maybe Jamie? No, if she did he would probably ask for her help to bring down Bret. She couldn’t do that. She had to handle this alone. Just like all the other times.
“Watch the kids for me. Don’t panic if you don’t hear from me right away. I’ll fix this, Celine. I promise.”
* * * *
Melissa felt her heart beating so fast she thought she would pass out. Desperate times called for desperate measures. That’s exactly what she kept telling herself.
She kept her back to the concrete wall inside the building. If she had gotten the call from Celine an hour earlier, she could have better prepared herself for this hit. Melissa remembered Bret saying something about Lester Crowe meeting a guy and trading the drugs for money. She almost missed his black sports car as it sped down Fifth and Madison Avenue. She continued to follow him, all the way through Harlem and on to the road leading to an old warehouse. Parking her car three blocks away, near
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