Chapter 287: Chapter 287
Chapter 287
~Lucy is arrested~
Before Lucy retired home, it was late and she deemed it fit to pass the night at Virgen’s. She had been dialing Virgen but to no avail. For over thirty minutes her number had been switched off and it troubled Lucy to ponder that she could be probably down with a client for sessions of sex.
Speedily she drove into the night feeling tired and drawn after burying her money bag in the valley, she was nudged to pass the night at Virgen’s, something she often did whenever she had the instinct not to return home after late hour. She wondered why her day was full of suspicion and worries. As she drove into the night she recalled the late hour phone call her jewel, Fanny called made to her yesterday, and she argued if the dream would ever come to pass. She had never believed in dreams. Reality had always been her thing. She believed Fanny had the right to foster such dream because he was so much into her that a day without her was detrimental and so dreaming was invertible. She was missing him as much as he did and she wished she had the veto power to reduce his jail terms
Sometimes she felt like shedding tears for her fate of loving a convict. But she was going to be fine. Ten years was no joke and each day made it even longer.
Her Cadillac puttered in the scanty, moon-lit compound and she was forced to believe that a single soul was staying in that compound. She glared around and all of a sudden the entire place became ghostly. It was Monday night so Virgen was always around , either for the sake of banging a VIP client in her house or giving shelter to a potential client for a week or more.
She intentionally made the convergent head lamp of her car to beam and hooting horn just to add a little life to the mysterious compound and light it up. Satisfied about the safety of the environment she alighted, and advanced quickly to the door and pressed the bell. After a little while she pressed the bell again and kept to herself as she could hear the shuffling of Virgen coming through.
Great! She was around!” Lucy thought as she waited for her to drift to the door and usher her in.
The door yanked open. She was disappointed! An older, shoulder-prostrating woman in her seventies came through, shooting a smile into her face and sampling her brown neatly arranged dentition at Lucy who lacked interest in seeing the stranger.
“Good evening! the old woman greeted and pulled down her smile once she noticed her visitor was in no mood for smiles.
“Yeah, good evening ma’am,” replied Lucy, “Please my friend , Virgen stays here,” she said, and stole a glance into the sitting room to see an old man also well seated to a movie on the TV. What is happing? She contemplated.
“She doesn’t stay here anymore,” the old woman explained to Lucy who was still lost in her bewilderment. Lucy was dumbfounded as she listened to the old woman.
“No my friend Virgen stays her , we were together a day ago. This is her house.”
“Virgen? The Spanish prostitute? The old woman said emphatically to Lucy to convince her she knew what she was saying.
“Yeah yeah ,” Lucy responded hastily, shaking her head, feeling the woman wasn’t bluffing after all.
“We moved in today. She had told the house agent about relocating to another country an gave up her flat. We love the house and we plan to add garden to the spaciousness at the backyard. She gave it up yesterday. We paid yesterday and moved in today.
Lucy searched for saliva to swallow down her throat as she listened to the old woman and was shocked to her bones that her friend , Viregn could pull up such ,mischievous act because she was hiding her destination from her.
“But we were actually together yesterday.” Lucy nagged, staring in the space thoughtfully and finally said, “Ok, thank you, ma’am , but did she mention her destination to you or did you know of any?” she demanded and the old woman shook her head in the negative, gave grateful smile.
“I am afraid. I got to tend to my husband,” the old woman said finally and shut the door.
Lucy wondered why Virgen would share a moment with her this minute and the next minute she was nowhere to be found. They never discussed her relocating to another country. She never for once mentioned her plans to leave California. It was strange and gross that her best friend could leave her in the dark and disappear out of the surface of California without a parting word. Nothing had been mysterious and strange.
Disappointed, Lucy gave a grin and decided to drive to any suite in town, one closer to her stall , so she could rise on time and assemble the drugs for distribution. Tuesday was her epic day and nothing short of a stereotype. Inwardly she decided to go for the bag of money she buried in the valley over the weekend.
As soon as she hopped into her Cadillac and swerved her wheel to sprint away, the strange saloon car doubled crossed her.
“What the fuck!” she cursed, “What are you up to, driver?” she queried, brought her face out of the window to curse the driver, “Take that bone shaker out of my way now!”
Noticing that the driver hesitated, , she wheeled her Cadillac in reverse but only succeeded in burping into another car, a station wagon, which doubled crossed her from the rear.
“Oh my goose!” she kept exclaiming.
She had sensed terror and war. It was too late to escape now.
Already a party of police men surged from both cars, and advanced to her, pointing their A-38 pistols at her. It was then she knew they were police. Another different police van blared siren and halted at the scene. A senior police detective alighted quickly, holding a white paper and advanced to her door. With simple heave at her door, it opened and the detective flashed the paper in her eyes.
“We have the warrant of arrest Mrs. Lucy. You are under arrest for drug trafficking and playing accomplice to the murder of one Mr. Rod Marksman. You have the right to remain silent otherwise whatever you say will be used against you in the court of law…”