Free The Prada Plan 2: Leah's Story by Ashley Antoinette Page A

they got in, and we didn’t hear anything,” Indie said.
    “Hmm, convenient,” the agent scoffed. “Excuse me?” YaYa asked.
    Norris shook his head and replied, “Why did you wait an entire day before reporting her disappearance? You wake up in the middle of the night and your baby is missing. Why hesitate to call?”
    YaYa was at a loss for words. She didn’t know how to respond. The innuendo of guilt that Agent Norris expressed was enough to let YaYa know that she had no ally in him.
    Before they could even answer him, he continued, “Do you see how this looks from where I’m sitting? So, tell me what really happened. Ms. Morgan, did you accidentally bring harm to your baby? And did Dad help you cover your tracks?”
    “I would never—” YaYa began to defend herself, but Agent Norris held up a hand to stop her midsentence.
    “That’s what they all say. I’ve been doing this for a long time, and nine times out of ten, the parents are the guilty party,” he stated firmly.
    “That’s enough,” Indie finally spoke up and said. “I thought this was an interview, not an interrogation. You can contact my attorney if these are the types of questions you’re going to ask. Somebody has my daughter, and it would be in your best interest to start doing your job instead of insulting my family.”
    Norris smirked, unimpressed and unthreatened by Indie’s show of manhood. “We’re going to set up in the living room for forty-eight hours. This could be a ransom kidnapping. All we can do is sit back and wait for the perpetrator to make contact.” He began to walk away. His cocky attitude displayed dominance, as if he owned the place.
    He stopped when he was halfway across the room and snapped his fingers. “Oh, yeah, Mr. Perkins. What line of business did you say you were in?” he asked.
    “I didn’t,” Indie replied.
    Agent Norris looked around the plush townhome while nodding his head in approval. “Whatever it is, must be lucrative,” he commented sarcastically as he took in the luxury around him.
    Indie’s jaw tightened as he watched local and federal cops take over his home. “This is just the beginning,” he said loud enough for only YaYa to hear him. “Be careful what you say to them, YaYa. If it’s not about Sky, they don’t need to know,” he warned as he kissed her cheek before making his way out of the room.
    “Indie,” YaYa called to him, but he ignored her calls as he stormed out of the room. Indie made his way into their master bath and locked the door behind him. There was only so much one man could take. All control had been shifted out of his hands, and the possibility of Skylar’s safe return was fading. The realization that he may never see her again tore his heart out of his chest. His resolve broke, and as he stared at himself in the mirror, he sobbed silently. It was a moment that he would never share with another soul, tears that were only meant for God to see.
     
     
    YaYa stared out of her bedroom window in awe at all of the media outlets that were parked outside of her house. News stations all over Houston had come out at the chance to jump on the big story of a kidnapped infant. A part of YaYa was relieved. The more people who knew about Skylar’s disappearance, the more eyes there would be to look for her, but she knew that the attention would put a lot of strangers in their business. Indie’s empire would be at a standstill as long as the spotlight was shining so brightly upon them.
    She felt his presence behind her and closed her eyes as he wrapped his toned arms around her waist. He kissed the top of her head and she sighed.
    “I didn’t know that all of this would come about when I called the police,” she said.
    “I know you didn’t, ma. Don’t worry about that. That’s one thing that you don’t need to let stress you out. Everybody will just have to be careful, watch what they say, and be aware of how they move while this is going on. I’ll let Khi,