Chapter 11: Not a key not a clue

"Vee, they really made an arrest?" I asked

"Yea some boho chick with blonde hair and giant boobs." She answered

Dabria? I know it wasn't Dabria, I heard the men say they did it, with no help. What the hell?

"Has anyone, broken out of jail? Have they given any information, did she turn herself in? Did someone turn her in?"

"Yes babe, why are you so interested? They said that no one broke out of jail and someone else turned her in, she didn't have any backup for her story and they took her in, the name is Dabria." She muttered into the phone.

"Hey Vee I need to call you back, er, uhm later." I said before she could rant about how I wouldn't call her back. Patch then swiftly came into the room.

"Something is wrong with you I could feel it from the other room. What happened?" He asked concerned.

"I was on the phone with Vee, the body is Marcie's and they made an arrest." I murmured covering my hands with my face

"Who did they arrest?" Patch asked grabbing my wrist to bring my hands away from my face.

"Dabria, someone turned her in."

"You said 2 men did it!"

"I know they did, I heard them say it was all them and no help."

"Are you sure?"

"No I'm not sure, I'm deaf and heard them wrong. Yes I'm sure patch!"

Patch watched me as I knawed on my nail clearly thinking.

He grabbed his car keys off the counter and snatched my hand up.

"I hate to take you out but we need to go get answers."

We got into Patch's car outside of the park and sped away down the street. Later, we pulled up at an old abandoned factory and Patch hopped out then came around to the other side to get me out. He held my hand and we went inside.

"Tarcus, we need you help!" He shouted into the building hoping someone would emerge from the shadows.

"Patch, so long no see. Is that how they say it? Oh well, how are you?" A man in his later thirties or early forties appeared out of nowhere.

"I'm good thank you, and you?" Patch asked with a touch of impatience.

"Good, and doing well thanks. What can I help you with?"

"You have all the fallen angel files that you have kept. I need a certain file."

"Who's would it be?"

"Dabria's."

"Patch I thought you-"

"I am done with her but she recently had a problem and I need to find out who might have something against her other than me."

"Fine I can help."

Tarcus walked away into the shadows and came back into the only light, coming from a sky light, a moment later.

"Here you go."

Tarcus handed Patch a small key with feathers on it.

"Thank you I will return it to you in a month's time."

"Remember once you see a person's file it can never be seen again by the same person. I'd advise taking notes and both of you working on it. I will see you in a month, and don't do anything stupid." He said, though he knew that wasn't possible for Patch.

How can a small key have any documents or files in it? How can I small, rusted, metal key do anything for us. I didn't question Patch I just got back in the Jeep Commander and stayed silent. When we got home Patch threw everything into his room except for the key and took a seat on the couch, and patted the seat next to him for me to sit. I took a seat,

"How will a key help us?" I ask

"The key will show us the file. Each feather stands for a document they have under her name.

I followed the key up to the key ring and to the small feathers and counted 672 feathers, 672 documents we have to go through in a month.

"We don't have the file though."

"Oh but we do it's like a key to a locking cabinet. You slid the key in, twist it and the cabinet opens."

I looked around and no cabinet, anywhere. I looked up at Patch and he had a smug look on his face. He held the key up and out to the air with the patterned side plunged into the air. Where air should be, small circle twisting, and twirling formed around the key.