Chapter 288: Chapter 288
Chapter 288
~Fanny feels Lucy is arrested~
The moment an arrest was placed on Lucy, Mr. Fanny was held bound by the same dream again. For the second time, he flinched and screamed from the dream as he woke up with his eyes darting around and searching for Lucy only to realize that he was still in jail, and luckily it was dawn. He blinked furiously, snorted and wiped the sweat on his face.
“She is in trouble…” he kept murmuring as he paced up and down the cubicle before he cast a glance at the phone booth to see that a handful of inmates were making calls and he quickly came out to join them .
Soon it got to his turn. He dialed Lucy and waited patiently for her to pick up but to no avail.
Her phone lay carelessly in her Cadillac which was part of the inventory impounded by the police. The phone rang on end and quenched only to start off again.
Mr. Fanny tried it one more time and shut his eyes nervously as he nagged, “Oh pick up, pick up, Lucy. Shit!” he cursed and lost interest in trying further as other inmates in the queue had already started murmuring at him for taking too long a time to make a call
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Mrs. Lucy Genova. Twenty eight years of age, ex prostitute, single and from New York…” the police detective read from a paper , “Permit me to add, drug dealer,” he said , circling his gaze around Lucy’s porcelain crimson face that shone under the energy lantern . “If we are mistaking an identity tell me. But for all I know the picture I am having handy is same as who is seated before me here.”
“ Your asshole snitch didn’t mention to you that I have the most patronized barbecue joint in town, uh?” she sounded through clenched teeth , rolled her eyes at him and breathed uneasily as she stared at the vague neatly polished table.
The detective let out a inimical mocking chuckle and clapped his hands, “Good to spice up your dirty resume,” he placed the wrap of cocaine they got form the oldie’s hotel room, which he was sniffing before he died, “You have denied having knowledge of the packs of cocaine. You don’t have to worry yourself. My loyal police officers are out to raid your stalls and house,” he groaned, peered his face to her and sounded yet again, “I can’t wait to stare you in the eye and hear you say you have no knowledge of them. Mrs. Lucy Genova, your time is up. The drugs you sold to Mr. Rod , an ailing old man has cost him his life and his children are fire-crazy to hand you over to the law and ensure you pay with your life.”
Lucy sniffed, forced a smile and shut her eyes briefly , “And Mr. Rod told you I sold drugs to him or what? Am I the only Lucy Genova on the surface of California, uh?”
The detective cut in, “Oh perhaps you are the only Lucy Genova who was once a prostitute that opened a barbecue joint which she later used as a front for her drugs business. Tell me, when last did you do a mouth watering barbecue? When last did customers flood your stall, craving for your masterpiece, uh? In six months you haven’t sold barbecue but under twenty four hours you acquired a Cadillac and a detached duplex, so tell me how you got your money right since barbecue wasn’t selling ,” the detective queried , slammed his palm on the table.
She burst into a radical laugh and tried not to get choked as she coughed, “You want to know how I got my money right , it would interest you to know that I collected all the destinies in your generation and sold them to the devil.” She molded a huge frown and paused her lips in fury. “Are you still interested to know how I got my money right, asshole?”
“Good.” The detective started off clapping and pacing up and down the room. I would pay you a visit in jail to know more about that. The rest of your declining life shall be spent behind bars. Fifteen years will be too small a jail term that would be allotted to you. I would ensure we get the best solicitor that would burn your heart with justice and revenge. Your time is up, Lucy. Perhaps I have some visitors for you,” the detective said and shook his head at the police man standing by all this while and the police stamped his feet to the door, yanked it open and the two sons of the oldie, dashed into the room in anger. The eldest one sprang to Lucy and clenched her on the throat to strangle her.
But the detective protested and held him away from her, “I didn’t invite you over to inflict harm on the suspect, gentle men,” he said and sheared a stare among them.
When the detective thought he got things under control, the younger son of the Rods picked up the rugby bat that lay on the floor and almost smashed Lucy on the head when the other police officer seized him to the wall, pinned his head across the wall and disarmed him of the bat. But there was not stopping him. He sneered at Lucy pointing his middle finger at her.
“An eye for an eye bitch!” he panted , “Your misery just begun. You neglected the fact that my father was not only aged but ailing and you sold drugs to him. I will seek after your family and slowly take their breath, trust me on this. We are in the same box now. The death of my father will cost you the extinction of your generation and generation unborn, unless I am an empty vessel…!” the young man’s voice was interrupted by the detective’s
“Oh no this is not what we bargained. If you lay your hand on the suspect and she gets hurt, really bad the law will reject her because of her brutality. No harm must come upon her. I repeat no harm must come upon her. If you have anything to do, say it don’t do it. She is going to appear in court soon and all through the court sessions, there will be preliminary bodily harm observation which she can use against you, Ok. No harm. Beat her with your words and not with your hands.
“I am done telling her all I need to tell her!” The younger son said and left.
The eldest son drifted to Lucy, peered to her and said, “If you have a solicitor invite him because you are already behind bars,” he said through gnashed teeth and left.
Lucy was already all tears….