Free No Home Training by Ms. Michel Moore

in the city since they were last there. The water for their first of many cups of coffee was just starting to heat up when Kendrick brought in his first prisoner that was in lock up.
    â€œTangelina Marie Gibson.”
    â€œYeah, that’s me.” Tangy leaned back in the chair as far as the shackles would allow her.
    â€œI see here you’re charged with assault of a one Vanessa Sunderland as well as resisting arrest. You know you’re in a lot of trouble don’t you?”
    â€œYeah, well it ain’t nothing I can’t handle.”
    â€œWell, tough girl. Your records show you just got released a short time ago and you’re on parole.”
    â€œTell me something I don’t know.” Tangy wasn’t scared of jailing it again. She considered it her home away from home getting three free meals a day and all the pussy she could eat at night.
    â€œWell if Ms. Sunderland decides to press charges that would violate your parole, which is a mandatory ninety days.”
    â€œOh, well.” As she watched the cop place the call to Vanessa, Tangy sat back mad as hell that O.T. was gonna be getting in her bitch’s pussy once more while she was gone.
    Meanwhile Detective Malloy carefully read over the paperwork on a missing persons report and felt like there was something bizarre going on. “Well, I’ll be damned! That’s strange.”
    â€œWhat is it?” Kendrick asked waiting to get an answer on the phone line.
    â€œYou know Alley Cats?”
    â€œWho doesn’t?”
    â€œWell somebody came in here last night claiming his girlfriend is missing. And get this. She works at the bar!”
    â€œDamn, that makes two people supposedly missing.”
    â€œWhat’s going on at that club?”
    Kendrick held up his hand when Vanessa picked up obviously saying she was definitely gonna sign the paperwork.
    â€œWell?” Tangy was on the edge of her seat.
    â€œPack ya bags, honey! It’s ninety days for you!”
    â€œWhatever! Take me back to my cell! And if you and Columbo over there wanna find out some shady shit going on at Alley Cats get at the fool O.T., that’s y’all’s best bet. Nine outta ten he behind the bullshit!”
    Having another officer escort Tangy back to her holding cell to await being bused out to county lockup, Malloy went to work pulling an old file out the cabinet. “Remember that old lady who came in here acting a fool?”
    Kendrick poured his coffee in a bright yellow mug and set it on the desk. “How can I forget? She called both of us and the entire department incompetent because we didn’t have any substantiating leads on her only grandson Deacon McKay’s disappearance.”
    â€œYeah, that’s her.” Malloy shuffled papers. “Well, with this Nicole Daniels being missing also, that might give us enough information to really go over there and put the heat on Tony Christian.”
    â€œYou might just have something there,” Kendrick eagerly agreed as he raised his mug. “Even though I haven’t heard much about him personally in the past few months, it seems as if his little brother has taken over the reins and pissed somebody off.” He laughed referring to Tangy’s last minute outburst.
    â€œWhoever it takes for me to lock up to close a few cases, I’m doing it!” Malloy found Royce’s number at the bottom of the page and went on somewhat of a fishing expedition. “Yes, hello. This is Detective Malloy with the police department.”
    â€œHave you found her?” Royce perked up not having a minute’s rest for hours.
    â€œNo, not yet, sir. I just got the case. I need to ask you some more questions for my notes.”
    Grilling Royce, discovering his criminal record was as long as his right arm, he strategically played the namedropping game to see what kind of response he’d get. When he mentioned O.T.’s name to Royce you