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.
âTangelina Marie Gibson.â
âYeah, thatâs me.â Tangy leaned back in the chair as far as the shackles would allow her.
âI see here youâre charged with assault of a one Vanessa Sunderland as well as resisting arrest. You know youâre in a lot of trouble donât you?â
âYeah, well it ainât nothing I canât handle.â
âWell, tough girl. Your records show you just got released a short time ago and youâre on parole.â
âTell me something I donât know.â Tangy wasnât 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.
âWell if Ms. Sunderland decides to press charges that would violate your parole, which is a mandatory ninety days.â
âOh, well.â 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 bitchâs 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. âWell, Iâll be damned! Thatâs strange.â
âWhat is it?â Kendrick asked waiting to get an answer on the phone line.
âYou know Alley Cats?â
âWho doesnât?â
âWell somebody came in here last night claiming his girlfriend is missing. And get this. She works at the bar!â
âDamn, that makes two people supposedly missing.â
âWhatâs going on at that club?â
Kendrick held up his hand when Vanessa picked up obviously saying she was definitely gonna sign the paperwork.
âWell?â Tangy was on the edge of her seat.
âPack ya bags, honey! Itâs ninety days for you!â
âWhatever! 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., thatâs yâallâs best bet. Nine outta ten he behind the bullshit!â
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. âRemember that old lady who came in here acting a fool?â
Kendrick poured his coffee in a bright yellow mug and set it on the desk. âHow can I forget? She called both of us and the entire department incompetent because we didnât have any substantiating leads on her only grandson Deacon McKayâs disappearance.â
âYeah, thatâs her.â Malloy shuffled papers. âWell, 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
âYou might just have something there,â Kendrick eagerly agreed as he raised his mug. âEven though I havenât 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.â He laughed referring to Tangyâs last minute outburst.
âWhoever it takes for me to lock up to close a few cases, Iâm doing it!â Malloy found Royceâs number at the bottom of the page and went on somewhat of a fishing expedition. âYes, hello. This is Detective Malloy with the police department.â
âHave you found her?â Royce perked up not having a minuteâs rest for hours.
âNo, not yet, sir. I just got the case. I need to ask you some more questions for my notes.â
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 heâd get. When he mentioned O.T.âs name to Royce you