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Fuel To The Fire
Ron drove past his house. His scooter made such distinctive noises sputtering past his house. His parents gathered around the living room window, seeing another girl—who wasn't Kim—riding on the back of their son's scooter.
He drops Indigo off at her house, wishes her well on her job tomorrow, then backs out and returns home himself. The blonde boy climbs off his scooter and makes his way up the front walk. He barely gets inside, only to be greeting by both parents.
His dad speaks for them both asking, "Who's your 'lady friend, Ronald?"
"Her name's Indigo Ferrara, Dad," he didn't see the big deal.
"Is she new in town, Son?" His mom probes how serious he was about this girl. Maybe she could pull her son out of this funk?
Ron felt like a little kid again. His parents always did the same thing. They'd fuss over every friend, especially girls. That's why he became a social outcast. It was easier than the 3rd degree. Maybe that's why he had such a hard time making new friends today. He knew, they meant well.
"She just moved into the neighborhood," he didn't offer much else.
His dad wouldn't accept such secrecy asking, "Where's she from?"
"Aurora, IL," their son replies. "Her father was a cop there. He was killed in the line of duty".
Pearl didn't say anything. Her downtrodden expression betrayed her mounting concerns. She barely gets him outside his shell. And what happens? He hooks up with another traumatized soul.
"Relax, Mom," he assures his worry-wort, but well-meaning mom. "Indigo isn't some girl I picked up on the rebound to replace Kim, in case she dies, or to ruffle your feathers. I'm simply helping her cope with her father's passing and acclimate into Middleton".
"We trust you, Son," Dean ruffles his son's hair playfully.
'Just not her,' Pearl snits her husband's proclamation.
"Thanks, Dad," Ron appreciated his trust. "I'm gonna head to bed. I must be at work bright and early tomorrow. I work the 7:00-3:00 p.m. shift".
"Good night, Son".
Ron head upstairs to bathe and get ready for bed.
Ron exits his home exactly 6:15 a.m. the next morning. He switches things up wearing a light blue short-sleeve turtleneck, black slacks, and dark blue sneakers. Ron rounds the shrubs stopping cod. And there she stood in full beauty.
"Uh...hi," he stutters, as if he'd forgotten her name.
"Indigo, remember?" She reminds his about her name. "We met yesterday".
"Oh, yea, how could I so easily forget?" He jokes to ease their tension.
She breaks the tension asking pointedly, "Can I bum a ride?"
"I'm actually heading to work".
"Me, too," she explains her situation. "For whatever reason, my 1978 Chevy Nova refuses to start this morning. What worse, I can't afford a mechanic, until I get my first paycheck".
Ron rushes into the garage, grabs Kim's spare helmet, and hands it over, "Wear this and hold on. It isn't the fastest thing on the road..."
Her dad used to say the same thing. She completes his catchphrase, "…at least it gets you where you are heading, right?"
"Kinda like your Nova, well, usually," Ron straddles his moped.
Indigo cracks up laughing. She climbs abroad grasping his waist.
Ron starts up his moped sputtering down the street.
Monique passes them on Main Street heading to work. She still managed Club Banana's store inside the local mall. She couldn't miss Ron's beat up, sputtering moped a mile away, or his passenger with her arms around his waist, smiling.
"Call, Wade," her car's bluetooth dials her boyfriend.
Wade cell phone rings. He rolls over in bed groaning. He'd been up all night programming a special DOD project, and had barely gotten to sleep good. "Hello," he answers groggily.
"Wade, do you ever want to date me again?"
"Uh, is this a trick question, Monique? We're already dating..." His jaded mind finally catches up. "Wait," he leaps out of bed, "are you calling to break up with me? Did I do something...?"
"Not yet," she leaves him hanging.
"What do you mean 'not yet'?"
"Ron met a new girl. She's putting the move on my girl's man..."
Wade stifles a snicker, but not soon enough.
"I know you didn't just laugh over my girl's pain and another hussy putting the moves on her man," Monique reproves his insensitivity.
"No, I'd never..."
"You know what..." She pauses to better choose her words. "Never mind," she goes to hang up.
"Don't hang up, Moni," Wade pleads. "Ask what you will, and I'll do my best".
"Ron met a new girl. She gave him a sad song and dance. Her name is Jame Indigo Ferrara," she even spells the hussy's name. "Supposedly, her and her mom are very poor. She's an inexperienced chef or some nonsense like that, but works at Smarty Mart just to eat. She shares Ron's dream of being a chef one day. Something don't smell right about this girl".
"Kinda like Eric, only in reverse?" Wade grins.
Monique didn't need to see him. "Exactly," she turns his smirk upside down, "only this time they hit the central nerve, not just a minor one, Hot Lips".
Wade instantly perceives what she meant. Hot Lips signaled, decipher this strange girl's game, if she is pulling one, and she's make his wildest dreams come true. "I'll get right on this, Moni".
"See you do, Heart Throb".
Time and Again
Ron's schedule remained the same over the next week:
5:45 a.m. Wake up and take a shower.
5:55 a.m. Get dressed
6:05 a.m. Grab a bowl of cereal, Fruit Loops mixed with Apple Jacks
6:15 a.m. Meet Indigo outside and leave for work
7-3 p.m. Manage Smarty Mart. He was Barkin's boss, finally.
He spent every afternoon, 3-8 p.m., showing the new girl Middleton's highlights: three theaters, the best restaurants, four local parks, the mall, and various night clubs. Ron pulls into Maja's Bar and Grill, the hippest German nightclub in the Tri-County area.
"Did Josh examine your car?"
"The blue eyed, frosted brown haired mechanic?"
"That's my man," Ron snaps his fingers.
"Yea, he did".
"What'd he say?"
"First, he tried to get into my pants".
"I told you watch yourself around that one," Ron winks in her direction. "He has an eye for gorgeous babes and doesn't mind sampling if they're dishing".
Indigo rolls her eyes in disgust, but held her tongue. He may be Ron's friends, not hers.
"What'd he say?" Ron asks the same question.
"My distributor went bad. He said, it'd cost $500 to get her fixed again".
"I see," Ron gets out heading into the bar.
The waitress had just delivered their platter of German-sauerkraut pork sliders, served with fry-bites mixed with jalapenos, bacon bits, and Swiss-cheddar cheese.
Ron's phone rings. He stops up one ear answering on the 4th ring, "Hello".
"Ron, it's done," Josh Mankey alerts Ron.
"Good, let's rev her up," Ron sticks his phone unto Indigo's left ear.
Josh turns over the ignition mashing the gas. Her Chevy Nova roars to life sputter over 6 RPMs. "What do you think?"
"It sounds beautiful," she was near tears.
"How?" Indigo hands back his phone.
Ron hangs up, "Short and sweet, I paid your repair bill. Now, you don't have to sleep with him or me. Friendship aside, you will pay me back every dime".
"How?" She asks uneasily over what most men wanted in the past.
"Here," he hands her a contract, "you will sign this for starters".
"What's this?" She slides her platter over reading the contract.
"I've already checked out your vehicle. The car's registered under your name. That piece of paper states," he sums up its major points, "I've placed a lien against your vehicle. You'll pay me $40/week until your debt is paid in full. You renege, and you forfeit ownership. If you get mad..."
She loses control sobbing heavily.
Ron sits there. He grew uncomfortable under people's piercing glares. He reaches out and grasps her hand reassuringly apologizing, "I'm sorry..."
"Don't be," she regains her composure enough choking out. "I'm not mad, quite the opposite. I'll gladly pay you back. Men usually only show such kindness when..."
"Say no more. I understand what you mean. I don't want or expect that. I gave my heart unto my special lady friend".
"I understand, and envy her," she signs the contract, leans over and pecks his right cheek.
"I get that a lot," Ron winks, folding and putting away his legal document. He starts to devour his sliders stuffing fry bites into his mouth at the same time. He really missed Rufus during these times. His passing hit Team Possible hard. He simply couldn't replace his little buddy.
Unsettling Development
Wade didn't date much growing up. He esteemed most girls his own age as being way too immature. Maybe that's why he was attracted unto a certain ebony queen. His mom finally approved them dating when he turned 18. They'd been together over a year. Ron's new lady friend threatens his happiness. He checked into her cryptic past, and didn't like what he'd found dialing his lady friend.
"What do you have for me, Hot Chocolate?"
"First off, I'm man enough to say I'm sorry".
"For what?" She downplays his fault.
"I thought you were jealin' over another woman putting the moves on Kim's man".
"Well?" She quickly loses patience dancing around the issue.
"Moving on," Wade chuckles, glad to see she wasn't sore. "I checked with Aurora PD in Illinois. The girl's father wasn't just killed in the line of duty. He..."
"I knew that bitch was lying..." She chatters away enumerating her grievances against Indigo.
"Mon," he callers her name three times, each time louder.
"What?" She yells over being interrupted.
"The cloud of suspicion rests on her mom, not Indigo".
"Her mom? Why?"
"It's true, her father was gunned down during a routine traffic stop. His gun never cleared his holster. Aurora PD immediately suspected he knew his murderer and focused their investigation closer to home. Well, they build a circumstantial case against the mom, Shirley Lynn Ferrara".
"What about that redhead skank?"
"Indigo wasn't in town. She was at Super-CDA, a cheerleader camp in Hoffman Estates, IL".
"That homewrecker's a cheerleader, too?"
"Captain of Aurora High School's Varsity Squad".
"What else?" Monique started to like this girl less and less.
"She's active in gymnastics, martial arts, extracurricular activities, even heavily involved in bettering her neighborhood back home, well, before her father's death".
"So, basically, she was the Kim Possible of Aurora, IL".
"I'd say so. Their high school and college transcripts are very similar, minus world saving and her interest in culinary arts. Why do you ask?"
"Wade, call me jealous or conspiratorial. I don't care. Something isn't right about her. My danger senses tingle anytime I'm around Miss Sassy-Hips. She is proportionate with Kim—same height, weight, and size, only a little fuller upstairs, if you know what I mean, plus, she possesses Kim's talents, and Ron's interests. She acted so shy when we first met, but butterflied instantly upon meeting Ron. Isn't that suspicious enough?"
"I'll admit, it's highly unlikely a girl would 'butterfly' around Ron. Kim and Tara did, though".
Monique throws her hands on her hips glaring sideways into the kimmunicator.
Spiraling Accusations
"Even if she did, that still wouldn't explain these recent social media posts popping up all over the net lately," Wade changes the subject fast.
"What posts?"
"Well," Wade gives her more reason to not trust this Indigo, "she drives a gray and black 1978 Chevy Nova. Her distributor went bad. She was almost late for her first day at Smarty Mart. She asked, and Ron gave her rides back and forth this whole week…"
"Don't remind me," Monique grumbles under her breath. "I saw them every morning sputtering along towards Smarty Mart, with her on the back".
Good, she knew that much. He tests the rest, "Did you know they've also traversed Middleton visiting the library, art gallery, movie theaters, local parks, even several restaurants and nightclubs together?"
"Are you positive about that last part, Wade?"
"Ron's credit card statement and/or kimmunicator's GPS signal puts him at or near the exact locations here these social media pics were taken. I realize, these pics could be fake. So, I accessed business, traffic, and other cams roundabout these places. My probing proves, Ron wasn't alone. Indigo was with him. I have proof if you still doubt my thoroughness, My Lady".
"What do these posts say?"
"One photo depicts Kim's headstone inscribed with RIP. The next post reveals how Ron and Indigo met. This blogger even lauds you, as Ron's 'Wing Girl'…"
"Wing girl!" Monique fumes over the implications. It could wreck their friendship, if Kim survives, reads and believes these lies.
"A wing girl is a friend..."
"I know what it means, Lover Boy," she grumbles through gritted teeth, grabs her laptop, and logs into her ISP. "Send me this blog's link". Her computer beeps on the other end. Monique clicks the link. A sultry blog comes up.
Her eyes rake another post, Indigo and Ron's side portraits. The caption underneath read, "Ronald Stoppable trades up, dumping his dying girlfriend and getting a newer, hotter one, and with Km Possible's best friend's approval". It showed a picture of them inside Bueno Nacho. Monique introducing Indigo to Ron with her usual cavalier smile.
Other posts documented them at work, having lunch together, long walks to unwind after work, eating at posh restaurants, even nightclubbing. Each new caption chronicled their deepening love affair. "Tell me you know who's posting this crud".
"Not exactly," Wade wavers under her piercing stare. "Whoever's responsible, he/she is very careful about leaving any digital footprints".
"Tell you what, Playboy. Find out who's responsible and I'll make your ultimate dream come true?" She teases him in a sultry tone.
"My ultimate dream?" His cheeks darken with excitement tinged with embarrassment.
"I'll wear my sexy baby blue Cinderella full length ball gown with open sweetheart neckline, glitter tulle accents, satin blue choker, and matching extra-long satin gloves and headband, and 5-inch clear rhinestone heels. Underneath that, I'll wear a matching sheer mesh see-through babydoll dress".
Wade blushes deeper imagination running wild. They were already sexually active. Monique had never been this adventurous, or insinuated she knew his darkest fantasies. Her knowing him that well only turned him on more. "I'll find them, one way or another, Dear Heart, count on it".
"You do, Brain Boy, and I'll make your wildest dreams come true," Monique disconnects with a seditious smirk. Confident, she'd properly motivated him to find those doing this unto her girl.
Choices and Regrets
Monique wanted to confront that redhead homewrecker that night. Civility wins out. She decides she'd wait until the next day. Everyone would be better rested and less temperamental. She wakes up bright and early, 6:00 a.m., breaks out her computer, and checks this elusive blogger's latest post. Her blood boils in under 3-seconds flat. She regretted ever introducing these two.
Monique snaps up her wrist kimmunicator grumbling, "You'd best answer this call, Brain Boy".
"Monique?" Wade yawns, still half-asleep and wearing his blue polka dotted sleep shorts with a pullover t-shirt. Nothing she hadn't already seen his wearing.
"Yea, yea, it's me".
"What's wrong, My Little Coco Angel?"
That pet name usually made her laugh, sometimes even blush. Nothing today. He knew instantly, something was wrong and, whatever it was, tweaked her worse than yesterday.
"Did you find who's posting this garbage yet?"
"Not yet, but I'm close".
"Do you know Ron's work schedule and plans today?"
"Work and dinner at the Possibles at 6:00 p.m. Why?"
"Will his shadow be there, too?"
Wade immediately knew who she meant. "Yes, Indigo will be there. She swapped her afternoon shift with a fellow co-worker's shift so she could attend".
"I'll bet she did," Monique huff, wanting to control this hussy now more than ever.
He discerns her deep animosity towards Ron's new lady friend. Pet names didn't ease their tension. He tries the direct approach, "Monique, what's wrong?"
"Have you checked today's post on that liar's blog?"
"No," Wade wonders what rubbed her the wrong way.
"Well, you should," she huffs with her arms crossed. "It seems, Kim, Bonnie, Tara, me, and a few other local girls entered the oldest profession known to women, and Ron's..." She could even say it aloud, just the very thought turned her stomach. She slams down her cell letting the dial tone say what she couldn't. A lady never speaks about such things, at least not openly.
Wade checked out the blogger's latest post. Indigo and Ron were inside some bar, probably Mexican, based on the surrounding décor. Indigo held a piece of paper sobbing. A line of pictures illustrate her signing and handing Ron back said document, bawling heavier than ever. The caption beneath tread, "Another lost girl follows her friends' example signing with her new Pimp".
"Oh, man, no wonder she's tweaked," Wade debates his choices. Tell Ron, and Monique may never speak to him again. Keep quiet and he'll be tweaked but get over it, eventually, given his forgiving nature. Wade drops the issue. His choice made. He gets busy trying to locate this mysterious blogger, before he/she completely wrecks his budding relationship.
Answer Me This
Monique did a little investigating on her own. She called every man and woman on her gossip line. Given, she couldn't believe half of what they said. At least, it gave her a place to start. No one knew much about the Ferraras. The daughter was shy, well, around everyone, but Ron. The mother, though, was a virtual recluse; never leaving home. One rumor alleged her suffering from agoraphobia.
She did, however, learn something new. Ron was Middleton's Pimp-Daddy. All hookers answered unto him. Middleton PD reopened the case, where Drakken and Shego stole his money. A certain detective had started to question their guilt. She theorized, Ron staged this whole incident to start up his new 'high class call girl' empire. Monique was his newest Madam.
Work couldn't end fast enough. Monique didn't bother clocking overtime. She had more pressing matters. A certain sultry redhead was on her radar. Monique clocked out at exactly 6:00 p.m. She grabs her purse, locks the store, and heads out into the parking lot. She climbs inside her VW Beetle, turns over the ignition, and peels out reaching the Possibles in 10-minutes.
She screeches into the drive throwing her car into park. She notices the van parked across the street, even the camera flash taking her picture. She turns off the ignition, jumps out, and tromps up the front walk, each step heavier than the last, knocking.
Anne Possible answers the door surprised, "Monique, what are you doing here? We..."
"Yea, yea, about to eat," she pushes past the older woman without an invitation.
Anne was so shocked by her abrasiveness. She closes the front door not saying anything, good or bad. She opts to reserve judgment until she knew what this was really about.
Monique marches right up to the dinner table, pulls out a chair, and sits across from Indigo, "Ruby, you and I need to speak candidly".
"Sure, Monique, what about?" Indigo shrugs, sipping her sweet ice tea.
Monique didn't soften the blow, "Are you a prostitute?"
Indigo spews her tea in shock coughing out, "No!" She gasps between breaths clearing her lungs.
"Monique, you have no right..."
"The hell I don't, Snuggles".
"Watch your language, Monique".
"Sorry, Mrs. P".
She turns her attention back towards him, "Anytime something affects my reputation, it affects my bottom line. I've lost three prominent clients in the last two days, which equates to about $200,000 in commission lost. That makes it beyond personal for me, Ron. And it should you, too".
"Noted," he didn't blame her so far. "What's behind this attack then?"
"This is only a discussion, not an attack, Silly Boy," she counters his misconceptions.
"Okay," he gives her the benefit of the doubt, "why are you so tweaked at Indigo?"
"Let me state plainly. I don't blame her directly. It's just this whole sitch revolves around her, somehow, someway, I don't have the answers yet. And only she can answer why".
"What are you talking about, Monique?"
"Let's talk about you becoming Middleton's newest Pimp".
"What? You can't be serious," Ron stutters in shock.
"Serious as a heart attack, Blue Boy," she didn't waver a second.
"Where'd you hear that nonsense?" Indigo couldn't stay quiet any longer.
"Don't believe me? I won't take offense. Have Wade check out that rusty yellow van parked across the road. Cops, I suspect, but who knows? They snapped my photo upon pulling into the Possibles' driveway. I'm willing to bet, they're listening unto this very conversation through a parabolic mic or bug(s) scattered roundabout the Possibles' home".
The Unsettling Truth
"Why would cops be watching my house?"
"What he said?" Ron seconds James Possible question.
"First, let me state my position. I don't believe these lies. Kim's still my best friend. But, a blogger captured some suggestive photos of Indigo and Ron together, at different places around Middleton. In the latest, you two were eating at some nightclub. It seems, she signed…"
"Ah, man," Ron bangs his head on the dining room table.
Indigo vividly remembered that night stating, "Ron paid to have my car fixed. That's all. I signed a repayment agreement. I'd pay him back $40/week until paid in full, and not on my back".
James clears his throat, uncomfortable where this discussion led.
"If I reneged, my car would be his. It was a lien, I swear".
"Well, this blogger captured you signing and handing over his contract bawling. Well," she twists around her laptop, "he deduced your becoming Ron's newest prostitute".
Ron only bagged his head harder groaning louder.
"That's idiotic," Indigo shares his disgust.
"I'm afraid the lies only get worse. It's no secret. Middleton P.D.'s has cracked down on teenage prostitution lately. My sources say, several snitches have named Ron as Middleton's top Pimp".
"Oh, Dear God, Kim..."
"I'm afraid so, Mrs. P," Monique confirms her worst fears. "Sergeant Detective Mariah Warfield, lead detective heading this crackdown, believes my best friend contracted a venereal disease, while being pimped out by Ron".
"Mr. and Mrs. P, you have to believe..." He loses his temper glowing royal pissed off blue. The very air crackled with raw energy around them.
Indigo backs away in terror. She'd never seen him this furious.
A mighty wind swept over the home's interior. His feet leave the ground. A thousand monkeys' war cry emanated all around them. The house trembled under their ferine vox. Ron starts towards the door. Neither parent doubted his intentions: beat some sense into that cop.
"We believe you, Son," James grabs his hand.
White sockets stare down barely registering his presence. His wrath ebbs. Ron settles back onto the floor sobbing, "I'd never do that...to Kim or any other woman. I just want her back".
Her parents say nothing. Both afraid, a wrong word may set him off again.
Anne groans inwardly, over the mess his temper tantrum created in her dining room and kitchen.
"Boys, find out who's behind this. I don't care how. Let the cops watch me. I've done nothing wrong. They'll eventually go away".
"They're mainly watching me, aren't they, Monique?" The redhead asks with growing concern. She seemed legitimately terrified of something or someone, specifically tied with the police force.
"Indigo, the police are watching us all. This blogger may be one of them or an informant. Who knows? Wade can't say positively that they're only after you. Ron has his own enemies. What really worries us, Ron has few male friends but many female friends.
This blogger could've used any of our pictures to sell these lies. For whatever reason, he/she seems fixated upon you, only using suggestive pics with you and Ron together. We believe, he's done this, because he wishes to isolate you more by alienating whatever new friends you've acquired since moving here. He could seek revenge over some perceived wrong he blames on you. Why do you ask?"
More Than Meets The Eye
"That can only mean they've found us again," Indigo sobs, terrified for her own safety.
"They, who?" Anne asks with growing concern for this young woman's safety.
Indigo shoves her plate aside. She'd lost her appetite. "I didn't tell you the whole truth. My old man was a cop. And he was killed in the line of duty. Truth is, my mom was the lead suspect. Investigators extracted six bloody 350-grain, 12.7-mm .500-S&W Magnum cartridges from his body. There different eyewitnesses reported a Chevy Nova, matching my car's description fleeing his murder".
"Do you believe she did it?" Monique only asked what the rest wondered.
"No," Indigo shakes her head sobbing lightly. "The police recovered oil stains near his murder. I won't debate the possibility of my father's murderer driving a car matching mine's description. My car may be old, but doesn't leak oil, then or now".
"How can you be so sure, Indigo?" Anne poses a legitimate question.
"First, a mechanic replaced my oil pump, the seals, and pan a week earlier. My father's ex-partner, Colonel Detective Carlos Boyd, was and still is the driving force behind this witch hunt. He found out my mom was having an affair with my mechanic. They'd been seeing each other for 3-years, even until my dad's death. The mechanic drove a Chevy Nova, too, same year, only a different shade of color.
Hell, he's the one who helped me purchase mine. Boyd became convinced, this mechanic killed my father for my mom. He pulled our cars into police impound. CSI mechanics combed every square inch, inside, out, and under the hood. Their tests conclusively proved, neither car's oil texture and sediment deposits matched the sample from my dad's murder scene. That setback didn't dissuade him.
First, he tried to turn me against my mom sharing his suspicions. I rejected his baseless accusations. He accused me of aiding and abetting, and denounced me as guiltier than my mom. The whole town turned against us overnight. Family, friends, and strangers spat on, slapped, and kicked us wherever we went to town. The incessant whispers became almost unbearable. That wasn't enough.
Even merchants started refusing to sell us everyday supplies, like food, gas for our vehicles, power and heat turned off in dead of winter (by accident, of course), etc. Peer pressure and social ostracization didn't break my spirits. I guess, they'd had enough. Three men broke into my house about a week later beating us mercilessly. That's how mom would up cripple for life. I ripped a sergeant's stripe off one of my attacker's shoulder. I had a good idea who hurt us, but couldn't prove anything.
It was my word against his. I spent 3-days in the ICU, then went back to work. Colonel Boyd paid me a visit giving me one last chance. Relent and testify against my mom, or my situation would only deteriorate. I knew what he meant. We won't survive their next attack. He gave me 3-days to think over his proposal. The clinic discharged my mom the next day. I raced home that night, gathered up what I could, and fled in the middle of the night, never looking back. It'd seem, my tormentors have found me again. Here, Ron," she hands him a list of names with cities beside each.
"What's this?"
"The cities I've lived and different aliases I adopted trying to avoid their detection. Nothing worked. They'd always found us. This blog isn't the first. It's happened in the past. Have your tech friend check out those places. And you'll understand. I regret my troubles have disrupted your lives," Indigo stands up, folds her napkin, and lays it beside her plate. "It's best if I leave". She walks out the front door, gets into her car, cranks up and leaves.
Ron didn't stop her testing a theory. He sits quietly, til hearing her car crank up and back outside the drive. He activates his kimmunicator, "Wade, what'd that van do?"
"The van followed her, Ron".
"Did you identify the driver?"
"You won't like this," Wade wavers, uncertain whether or not he should tell him.
"Just spit it out, Old Buddy".
"Colonel Detective Carlos 'Two-Story' Boyd".
"Isn't he a little out of his jurisdiction?" Monique petitions him, more confused than ever.
"Not any more, Moni," Wade relays the latest reports. "He transferred here last week. It'd seem, our cop has moved around quite a bit lately. Ron, I'll need those cities and aliases ASAP. That way, I can possibly cross-reference those old blogs with this new one and ascertain who'd behind this".
"I'll scan the list into my computer at home. Unfortunately, Kim's spare kimmunicator's doesn't scan documents, Wade".
"What? It should," Wade protests his creation's limitation. Every spy needed to scan documents. That was like James Bond 101, or something.
"Well, it did, but it malfunctioned," Ron clears his throat. He didn't wish to offend Wade by insinuating its malfunction was due to poor craftsmanship.
"I'll get you a replacement kimmunicator, right away," Wade grumbles.
"I could use another, Old Buddy. However, we can worry about that late," Ron had more pressing worries on his mind.
"What's on your mind, Ron?" Wade knew that tone. He'd been around Kim long enough. The blonde boy shifted into 'mission mode'.
He had his opening. That was all Ron needed. "Wade," he delegates their next objectives, "compare that cop's arrival in town with when this Middleton blog first popped up online".
Wade taps away on his keyboard, and only glances up hearing his computer beep. "This blog popped up two days after his arrival. Why do you ask, Ron?"
Monique breaches the gap in their understanding supplicating, "I think Blue Boy's trying to say. He doesn't think Indigo posted those provocative pics of herself and him, nor wrote those ludicrous captions. It'd only expose her location faster. That detective is probably his lead suspect behind this madness".
"I'll get right on him, Ron," Wade signs off.
"Monique, take all necessary precautions to stay safe," Ron cautions the ebony woman. "There's more behind this nonsense than some vengeful partner".
"I can't agree more," Monique pats her purse, assuring him, she'd brought protection.
'A gun?' Ron wonders. Monique never carried a gun in the past. Of course, this could be her way of dealing with what happened to Kim. Now, this strange girl moves into town putting the moves on her 'home girl's' man. He laughs inwardly, while maintaining his outward composure.