Sins of a Siren (14 page)

He pushed the door open and walked inside. He nodded at the solemn-faced Tyrone. He glanced at the attractive hot chocolate-colored woman seated next to Tyrone, then to Captain Kelly. “Wassup?”

Captain Kelly cleared his throat, ran his large brown hand through his gray hair and looked into Darius's eyes. “We have a problem.” He looked in the direction of the Internal Affairs investigator. “Agent King-Bey?”

The petite, slightly graying woman rose from her seat. She walked over and extended her hand to Darius. “Hello, Officer Kain. I'm glad you made it.”

He looked into her brown eyes and shook her soft hand. “Thanks.” He walked over and sat down in the last vacant chair across from Captain Kelly's desk. “So what's this all about?”

An hour later, Darius and Tyrone exited Captain Kelly's office. On the way to the elevator, Tyrone grimaced. “I knew it! I
knew
you fuckin' with that bitch Trenda was gonna get us in trouble!”

Darius pressed the elevator button. “Shut the fuck up. You ain't no better; out there beatin' on those hoes like you some kinda pimp when they don't wanna suck you or fuck you for free.” He followed Tyrone inside. “Now, quit trippin'. I told you they ain't got shit without Trenda's statement. They can't prove me and her weren't involved in a sexual role playin' game. Anyway, all they got you on anyway is suspicion of being an accessory.”

Tyrone glared at him. “Did you forget Trenda mentioned me robbing her? How about Diamond? Did you forget how he choked to death on his own blood after we beat his ass in the Lighthouse? That bitch was there, remember? I sure as fuck didn't.” He pounded his fist on the elevator wall. “This thirty-day suspension is gonna be nothing compared to what will happen if they do find her and she snitches.”

Darius relived that night when he and Tyrone kidnapped the area's largest heroin dealer, Diamond, and ended up beating him to death after he decided he wasn't going to pay their new extortion rates. Unfortunately, Trenda was riding with Diamond when he and Tyrone forced them into the back of their patrol car. Trenda never asked what happened inside the Lighthouse while she was locked in the patrol car, but Darius knew she was smart enough to figure out what had happened—especially after she had watched them stuff Diamond's carcass into his car.

The following day, the media reported that Diamond's body was found burned to death in the front seat of his car, blocks away from the Lighthouse. “Relax…you are still getting paid. Consider it a month-long paid vacation. Besides, our voices were so muffled on that video that they need a statement from Trenda or else all they can do to us is discipline us.”

“I don't see how you were able to file for vacation today, right
before this meeting. You skated on getting put on leave like I did.”

“That was pure luck; I ran into Terrence on the way to Captain Kelly's office. I'm gonna find Trenda before they do. They have no idea she's in California.”

“How can you be so damn sure? For all you know they could have her locked up already and be waiting to build up enough evidence to fire our asses or throw us in jail. What if they find her and she tells them
everything
…including information about our ‘side jobs'?”

Darius shook his head. “As bad as the captain wants me gone, he would have let Agent King-Bey grill us alive. They have nothing. Trust me. I can tell by how pissed off he was when I handed him my authorized vacation slip.”

Tyrone mulled it over as the elevator came to a halt. They stepped out and entered the parking garage. “You take shit too lightly. Not everybody has a wife with a good job to fall back on, and a grandfather that left them a large chunk of money.”

Darius swung around, grabbed Tyrone by the front of his Morehouse college sweatshirt and pushed him up against a concrete pillar. “Don't you
ever
bring up my family again, you hear?”

Tyrone tried, but couldn't break Darius's grip. “Get your fuckin' hands off me!”

Darius glared at his partner a moment longer, then let go. “Just keep your mouth closed and lay low. I'm gonna give you a call later.”

Tyrone straightened out his sweatshirt and pointed at Darius. “You had better be careful about who you grab on! I ain't one of them dope fiends or hoes you like fuckin' with.”

Darius smirked, turned and walked toward his Escalade. “Like I said, I'll call you later, partner.”

F
ifteen minutes before her appointment, Trenda walked through the lobby and found the manager's office. “Thanks for working me into your schedule and interviewing me this afternoon, Mr. Wright,” Trenda said as she stood and shook hands with the manager of the Waters Edge Hotel.

The lanky, middle-aged man's blue eyes sparkled in appreciation of Trenda's sexiness. “No, thank
you!
It would be great to have you come aboard. You come highly recommended by Lollie.” He opened a manila folder on his desk and glanced at the applications inside. He then closed it and returned his eyes to Trenda's tight gray sweater. “I do have a few others I was considering for the job, but what the hell.” He smiled and did his best to keep his eyes on hers and not the outline of her impressive nipples. “I'd like to formally offer you the job, Mya.”

Trenda returned his smile, adjusted her short charcoal skirt and shook his hand again. “I really appreciate this. What's the next step?”

“Come in tomorrow morning at eleven and meet with Connie, our HR person. She will have a few forms for you to fill out. Once that's done, come to my office and I'll get you set up to train with Lollie.”

She shouldered her black purse. “Great! I'll be here at 10:59 in the morning.”

“I look forward to it. Have yourself a great rest of the day, Ms. Collins.”

Trenda sauntered out, making sure Mr. Wright got a nice view of her swaying hips.
This is workin' out cool!
She exited the building, pulled out her cell phone and called Lollie. “Hello, Lollie, guess what; I got the job!”

Lollie laughed as she sat in the manicure shop having her nails done. “I told you, you would get it! Now we really gotta celebrate tonight. Remember, I'm gonna pick you up at eight.”

“Cool. I'll be ready.” Trenda hung up and walked to the bus stop on Broadway. While waiting for the bus, her cell phone rang. She read “Secrease Funereal Home” on the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Hello, Sexy Red! What are you up to?”

“Not much, Mr. Man. Just leaving a job interview. What's goin' on?”

He smiled, leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on his desk. “No wonder I couldn't find you. How did it go?”

She sat on the bus stop bench. “It went well. What did you mean when you said you couldn't find me?”

“I stopped by the hotel this morning with intentions to take you to breakfast with me. Unfortunately, when I got there I got no answer when I knocked on the door.”

Trenda's smile faded. “So, you just showed up this morning without callin' me?”

“Well, yes. I wanted to surprise you.”

Oh hell naw, this fool got shit twisted.
“Uhhh, Mr. Secrease, I really do appreciate what you did for me, but I'm not real cool with you just showin' up on my doorstep unannounced.”

“Hmmm, I had no idea my little surprise would cause so much drama.”

Trenda was no fool. She knew she had to be diplomatic in her approach. “It's all good, I just hope that from here on, you can give me a lil' heads-up. You feel me?”

“No need to be paranoid. I assure you I have no intention of stalking you. Anyway, where are you? Are you free to hang out with me for a while?”

This fool is lyin' his ass off. I can already tell he's one of those possessive brothas.
“I'm kinda busy right now; can I get with you later?”

He paused, then sighed. “Okay. I was hoping to take you to Sausalito with me for a late lunch.”

She read a mix of disappointment and annoyance in his voice. “I'm sorry, Boo. I have a second job interview to go to. As a matter of fact, I have to get movin' so I won't be late. I promise I'll make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay. Call me when you're done. I'll be waiting. I've been craving a taste of you all day.”

She smiled at his admitted horniness. “Is that right? Well, in that case, let me get goin' so I can help feed that craving. I'll call you later.” She hung up, saw the bus approaching and got to her feet. She rode the bus back to the hotel thinking of how she wanted to further wrap Mr. Secrease in her web of pussy. Back at the hotel, she picked up a copy of the
Oakland Tribune
and a copy of the
Classified Flea Market
from the lobby and took them to her room. She entered her room, kicked off her shoes, turned on the TV, sat on the sofa and began scanning the papers' classified sections.
I need to find me a cheap ride. I hate not having my own transportation.

She circled a few promising car ads, then yawned. The low hum of the room's heater coupled with the sound of Oprah's voice and the muffled sound of the traffic below her suite caused her to nod off. She put the papers on the coffee table, stretched out on the sofa and slept.

She awakened three hours later to the sound of her cell phone ringing. She sat up and picked her phone up off of the coffee table.
She read the name on the caller ID, grinned, then answered. “Hello?”

“Wassup, girl? It sounds like you either just woke up or just got some dick!”

“You are half right. Just finished takin' a nap and need some dick.”

Lollie laughed. “You are a natural
fool
! It's about ten to seven. I'll be there at eight to get you. I'm about to drop my sister off in El Cerrito, then I'll be heading your way. Are you gonna be ready?”

El Cerrito…now why does that name sound familiar?
“Yeah, that's cool. I'm about to get ready now. I'll meet you in front at eight.” She ended the call and walked back to her bedroom. A smile etched on her face.
Now I remember; Mr. Box lives in El Cerrito!
The memory of the sweet taste of his cum almost made her salivate. She stripped off her clothes, entered the bathroom and started the shower.
I'll have to call up my teddy bear and see how he's doing.

Forty-five minutes later, after a hot shower, Trenda stood in the bathroom mirror admiring how nice her jeans made her hips and ass look. Even the scratch on her face was healing well. It was barely noticeable. The cut on her shoulder looked better, but was still a bit sorer than it should be. She went to the closet and put on her new Triple 5 Soul, form-fitting navy blue hoody. It fit her like a mini skirt over her tight jeans. She sat on the bed and pulled on her black Steve Madden Latchh Boots. After packing her butterfly knife into her boot, some cash in her front pocket, she put her fake ID, room key, and cell phone in her small black leather purse. On the way out, she gave herself the once-over in the mirror mounted over the room's desk. She smiled.
Trenda, you are ready to get ya party on!

Five minutes after exiting the hotel, a black Nissan Pathfinder
on large chrome rims pulled up to the curb. Trenda took a step back until she recognized Lollie's cute chocolate face. She walked up to the window. “Damn, I didn't think you would be rollin' like
this
.”

Lollie tossed her freshly blow-dried hair over her shoulder. “I might be a broke bitch, but I still ride like I'm ballin'!” They laughed as Lollie unlocked the door. “Get on in.”

Fifteen minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of the local hot spot, Fats. The club was a one hundred-year-old Victorian house that was converted into a restaurant/nightclub a decade ago. Situated on the border of downtown and the ghetto, the club drew a mixed economic crowd. Trenda followed Lollie down the side of the club. A line of people waited to enter a side door, which led into the club. The front door took you upstairs to the seafood restaurant. The food was almost as legendary as the club's female deejays. Lollie pulled down the hem of her burgundy sweater dress. It fit her like a condom. She fished through her small burgundy Juicy Couture purse, which hung from her shoulder, for her ID. “What you think so far, Mya?”

Trenda's mind was on the knife in her boot and the burly bouncer at the door with the metal detector wand. She noticed that when he talked with the women trying to get in, he only waved the wand from their tits to their crotch. She looked from the bouncer to Lollie's round ass. “What do I think about what?”

“What do you think about my town so far?”

“So far it's all good! I got a job, the weather is way better than in Baltimore and I've met some cool people…hell, I might just make this my new home.”

Lollie opened her purse for the lusting bouncer to inspect. “That's real cool! I need me another runnin' buddy.”

Trenda looked up into the bouncer's eyes and gave him a flirtatious smile. “How you doin' tonight, muscles?”

The bouncer barely glanced in her purse. He instead focused on her eyes and tits. “I'm real good…especially now that you just showed up.”

She stepped closer to him and opened her purse. “I hope all the bouncers here in the Bay Area are as sweet as you!”

Her hypnotic eyes and smile successfully distracted him. His wand dangled at his side. “Where you from?”

She closed her purse. “Jersey. I just moved here a few weeks ago. Maybe you can recommend a few places where I can have some fun?”

He glanced at the line of people waiting to get in. “Yeah, holla at me on your way out.” He winked at her. “I'm sure I can help you out with that.”

Trenda walked away. “Thanks, boo. I'll be lookin' for you later.”

So smooth was her move, no one noticed she got away from the bouncer unscanned. The cityscape-painted walls vibrated from the bass rumble of the music. The tall, bronze Amazon-like DJ shook her six-inch blonde Mohawk to the beat. Lollie took Trenda by the hand. “C'mon, let me buy you a drink to celebrate your new job!”