Free Obsession 3 by Treasure Hernandez

I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”
    Ray smiled and leaned closer to Secret, placing her hand on top of hers. “Don’t worry, Li’l Muffin. I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

Chapter 9
    As promised, the first chance Ray got she took Secret downtown to get her state case situated. Secret was happy to find that her welfare benefits had not been interrupted and were still in effect. Due to the birth of the baby, her monthly check was even increased. Ray also took her to the office of the place she’d signed up for in the hospital that would help her out with milk and dairy products for her and the baby. They had to take some type of iron tests where their fingers were pricked.
    â€œThank you for spending your day off driving us around,” Secret told Ray. “Detective Davis said he’s going to see about getting my vehicle back.”
    â€œNo problem,” Ray said, “But first things first; let’s go see about getting your apartment back.”
    Secret gave Ray the address to the place she was staying before she went to jail. Ten minutes later they were on the doorstep.
    â€œWell, at least there is no huge orange eviction sticker on the door,” Secret said as she dug in her purse for her keys. She fiddled around with them.
    â€œDo you remember which one it is?” Ray asked her.
    â€œIt’s only been a little over a month. Unless having a baby gives a woman amnesia, I better remember.” She laughed, finding the key and unlocking the door. She slowly opened it not knowing what to expect. She looked around and everything seemed to be in the same condition as it was the last time she was there. No furniture was turned over. The chair by the door was in place. The couch, the coffee table, and the television all in their same positions. The two-seater table set in the dining area off of the living room and before you get to the kitchen appeared fine. Papers weren’t thrown all over the place. It looked as though it hadn’t been touched.
    â€œDoes it look like the police have been here at all?” Ray said, looking around.
    â€œNot from what I can tell,” Secret said.
    â€œThat’s probably because they knew better than to waste their time. They knew that dope wasn’t yours, that you weren’t no drug dealer.”
    Detective Davis had told Secret that he’d been watching Lucky and therefore had been watching her. A wave of anger dispatched within Secret’s being. It had just hit her at that very moment that those cops knew she was innocent all along. They knew that duffle bag full of cocaine wasn’t hers. They’d probably watched Lucky himself place it in the back of her car. His luck wasn’t that bad to have just so happened to get pulled over riding dirty.
    With Dina in her car seat in hand, Secret headed through the living room, to the small dining area and into the kitchen. She hated to admit it, but she probably would feel a little better if the police had turned over a table, pulled out a few drawers or something to back up their case that they believed she was a drug dealer.
    The closer she got, the stronger the smell got that was assaulting her nose. “Uhgggg!” Secret moaned out just a couple seconds later after entering the kitchen.
    Ray rushed into the kitchen. “What’s wrong?”
    â€œThis.” Secret pinched her nose and pointed to the garbage can that had maggots crawling around on food that had been scraped into the trash.
    â€œJesus!” Ray ran over and opened up the cabinet underneath the kitchen sink. She dug around until she found what she was looking for. She slipped the long rubber gloves onto her hands and then went back over to the trash can. “Open the door,” she ordered Secret.
    Secret went and opened the back door. Ray pulled the bag out of the can, tied it up and placed it in the back alleyway. Secret stood in the doorway