Chapter 17
After many no's and many, many, many 'you gotta be fucking kidding me!' I reluctantly agreed on the premise Naraku was going to pay me my commission and other expenses if I accepted.
I got half the payment in my purse. I may seem a little naive but I don't play bout my money. I still have to pay rent and live. This game of cops and robbers isn't going to help with my bottom line in no way or form.
We got in Naraku's car and he drove us back to my building. Inuyasha grabbed my elbow and took me to his car. I got in and then he did. He turned the engine on and off we went. My dreams of Punta Cana was getting further and further away from me. I need to make some money.
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In Inuyasha's Car
"I need to talk to a guy about somethings. I'll leave the car running so you won't die of a heat stroke," Inuyasha said.
"Oh thank you kind sir for thinking of my survival in the heat of the day. How should I repay you?" I asked.
"You are going to give me hell aren't you?" Inuyasha said and opened the door to get out of the car.
"Yup," I said popping the 'p' and looking through my purse to get my cellphone out.
Again...not there! I think that phone knows something I don't.
I quickly rolled down the window to get his attention before he walked off.
"Can I use your phone. I need to make a call and I left mine in my office," I said to him.
He reached in his pocket and unlocked it and handed it to me. He walked away after telling me to stay in the car and keep the doors locked.
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"House Hunter Real Estate, if you haven't found it we will seek it, Miroku Shinport speaking," Miroku said as his greeting.
"Hey, its me. The meeting is running longer than expected and I am only going to come by and get my phone that I'm pretty sure I left there. I also don't think I am going to come in for a few days. I have some personal matters to handle. Any calls just foreward to my Vonage* Number ok," I told him looking through Inuyasha's glove compartment for a napkin.
"Ok, oh someone from HVPD came by looking for you about 15 minutes after you left. Name Detective Beatrice Clay. She waited for you for about 30 minutes and then left. Before you ask no, I didn't let her in your office to snoop. She stayed in the lobby with Meghan and I locked your door," Miroku said. I heard him flipping through his notebook.
"Thank you so much. Ugh I wonder what Bad Breathe Betty wanted? You know what I don't care. I will also come by your house to pick up my car," I told him.
"Okay. It's in the garage. You know the code right?" Miroku asked.
"Yeah, thanks again," I said and found several pictures of...me.
"Be careful ok. It seems like ever since that bank teller gave you that stuff from that safe deposit box, your life has became very interesting," Miroku said.
"You have no idea. Can you do me a favor and do a soft credit check on a Inuyasha Takahashi for me please," I asked him.
"Sure toots. Was he the one you was doing the lunch meeting with?" Miroku asked.
"You can say that. What did you pull up?" I asked.
"First I am going to ask why, then I will tell you," Miroku said.
"Well, you remember that guy I told you about that I was doing a Where's Waldo that Friday?"
"Yeah, silver hair, tight ass, little dick?" Miroku asked.
"Yeah him. Well to make a long and dull story short. He broke into my house, found out he was apart of the FBI, got accused of murder and come to find out it wasn't even the right guy. Then I am in his car because I have weak elbows. Oh and his dad was the one I had a meeting with this morning," I concluded.
I didn't need him to know of what was to take place in a couple of days because I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it. So trying to explain it to someone else.
Yeah hashtag epic failure.
"You know if it was anyone else I would have a hard time believing that. But since it's you and the weekend you had, I am just going to ride with it. So why do you want to do a credit check on him for?" Miroku asked.
I could still hear him on the keyboard.
"Well I was looking for a napkin," I started out trying to find the right words to say.
"Also known as being nosy, continue,"Miroku injected.
"Tomato tomatoe, anyway. I am finding pictures of a woman that is me or looks like me. Nope its me and Hiten. Why does he have pictures of me and Hiten? That's like three years ago," I said flipping through the pictures.
"Maybe he is an admirer?" Miroku asked.
"Hiten's face is burned out with a cigarette I think? There are burn holes like when he was kissing me or omg!" I said in disbelief.
"What Kagome!" Miroku yelled in the phone.
"He-he has a picture of Hiten and me doing it. At Hiten's house and a hotel we went to. In his car when we first started dating. He had just started with the FBI and we went out to celebrate. We found this secluded area and we were horny and I wanted to do something and wow. His face is burned out of it too," I said.
Paranoia was setting in again. What the hell is going on?
"Kagome, Kagome. Where are you? Come back to the office," Miroku said calmly but I could tell he wasn't trying to freak me out.
"I have no idea. I mean like I know we are still in Harbor Valley but I am so backwards. I can't breathe. This guy has been stalking me for however long and took some very intimate pictures of me. It makes sense how he was able to get inside of my house. He has been there," I said while taking out a pair of my underwear that were my favorite!
"Just calm down. Ok his report is finally pulled up. I can email it to you so you can read it if you want," Miroku suggested.
"Yeah, sure. Can you tell me a little bit though," I asked.
"Sure, overrall. He has excellent credit. He has never bought a house. He lives in an apartment. He has three credit cards open and all are paid up. So he handles money pretty well. He has a mother, father, and brother. He owns a car and I will not bore you with details since you are in his car. He had co-signed for another car for a Hiten Kingsley back in 2009 but it seems that the car was repossessed or he took his name off in 2012. He works for the government sector and nothing else. Oh he has a license with the Police for Private Investigator dated all the way back in 2009," Miroku concluded.
"How do you know so much because that's not a typical credit pull," I told him.
"Well if I told you I would have to shoot you. I like you so I am not going to tell you. Just know, that it comes in handy," Miroku said all secretive.
"I'll keep that in mind, because access like that is illegal. Just pointing out," I said putting the pictures back and putting the napkin in my purse.
"What are you going to do with all this new information that you have?" Miroku wanted to know.
"I don't know-zeet zeet- hold on. His phone is vibrating. I think he got a text message," I told him pulling the phone away from my ear.
"Well read it and then mark it as unread," Miroku said.
I guess it's boring at the office today. I rolled my eyes and pushed the app for text messages.
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Old Man
Me: Why were you at Higurashi's office earlier?...
Sent: 11:54 am 2015/08/06
Dad: Make sure to come to my office. I need to talk to you. Don't bullshit around Yash
Received: 2:47 pm 2015/08/06
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"It was his dad. The man that came to my office earlier how did he know that his dad was in my office?," I asked nosy Miroku.
"Oh, hmm, I have no idea. Maybe he saw him come I need to get back to work and see if I can get some of our advertisement cheaper with Aya. She likes me, right?" Miroku asked.
"Yeah, like I like squid and snails," I told him.
"But you hate squid-oh I see. Well I better bring chocolate then. Talk to you later Higurashi," Miroku said and hung up after I said bye.
Zeet Zeet Another text message but there was no name just a number. I opened it up and read the new message.
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498-098-9887
498-098-9887: U never got back to me abt lunch? I followed your car to your current location.
Received: 2:55 pm 2015/08/06
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Hmm, I wonder who this could be? I'm bored and curiosity is gnawing at me to do a quick scroll. I know I shouldn't but damn. Curiosity won and here I go.
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498-098-9887
498-098-9887: Here's my # save it.
Received: 8:13 am 2015/14/01
498-098-9887: I had an amazing time...I hope that we can do that again. You was such an animal
Received: 7:32 am 2015/25/05
498-098-9887: Are you ok being partners on this case? We do have a brief history that we can explore in depth again:)
Received: 9:14 am 2015/29/05
Me: It was a moment of weakness. We were just drunk I guess you can say. We are suppose to be professionals. Let's just keep this as such, professionals…
Sent: 8:32 am 2015/30/05 Read 05/30/15
498-098-9887: I won't give up but I will respect your wishes. I hope the sexual tension between us won't bother us and our job
Sent: 10:17 am 2015/30/05
Me: Got a lead on case, I will inform Mario as well. Will be going to a club called Club Indigo. Informant said something about drugs will be there in the private rooms. Also Kibbles the doctor mule will be there. Maybe a break in the case. Still waiting on picture analysis on i.d. I got from that woman that looks like Onigumo's girlfriend/mistress. She got the stuff out of security box. Waiting on her to come out of mall...
Sent: 5:45 pm 2015/05/06 Read 06/05/15
498-098-9887: Ok, thanks for keeping me in the loop. Didn't need to bring Mario in it just saying. But I will see if I can pull up her DMV records. See you tonight;)
Received: 6:12 pm 2015/05/06
Me: Don't come over, I am busy and tired...explain later...
Sent: 2:12 am 2015/06/06 Read 06/06/15
498-098-9887: Are you sure? I am awake. We can sit up and talk about the case and stuff. I got a new coffee maker. Anyway good night
Received: 2:14 am 2015/06/06
498-098-9887: What are we going to do now about that woman. I know she is lying. I can just feel it in my bones she is lying.
Received: 10:28 pm 2015/07/06
Me: I have an idea. Trust me ok...
Sent: 11:19 pm 2015/07/06 Read 06/07/15
498-098-9887: tell me. We are partners on this case
Received: 11:21 pm 2015/07/06
Me: Solo mission. I'll keep you informed. I have a good feeling about this...going to talk to the tech guys in the a.m...
Sent: 11:47pm 2015/07/06 Read 06/07/15
498-098-9887: Kk...wanna do dinner tomorrow or lunch?
Received: 11:50pm 2015/07/06
498-098-9887: Of course as friends, nothing more. If you don't want it to be more.
Received: 11:50 pm 2015/07/06
498-098-9887: I need for you to answer my last txt msg
Received: 8:12 am 2015/08/06
Me: I'm busy, I'll call you later...
Sent: 9:43 am 2015/08/06 Read 06/08/15
498-098-9887: What are u planning? I need to know! Just in case you need back up you know. Just because you are in the FBI doesn't mean that we can't be friends or intimate. Am I coming off too strong? We had sex two times and you are giving me the cold shoulder. What is your logic? I thought we were getting close?
Received: 9:45 am 2015/08/06
498-098-9887: I'm not trying to sound desparate. I thought we had a connection. I don't want to jeopardise this case. I hope that we can explore our options in our relationship before you go back to Quantico.
Received: 9:56 am 2015/08/06
498-098-9887: U never got back to me abt lunch? I followed your car to your current location.
Received: 2:55 pm 2015/08/06
Zeet Zeet
498-098-9887: Why do I see the prime suspect in your car at Jenkins and Holly Bell? What is going on? I am calling you. Please answer.
Received: 3:03 pm 2015/08/06
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Shit!
Inuyasha where are you? I slowly lift up my head and act like I just didn't read her text messages. She's a desparate woman and Inuyasha must have dicked her down really good. Well she can have him, I already have my eye out for Robert Downy Jr. He will be my boyfriend!
So I look stretch and pretend to look around. I saw her. Damn and she is getting out of her car and heading my way. Damn it, Damn it, Damn it. I checked to make sure that all the doors were lock.
Yes!
I cut the radio on and leaned my chair back. I placed his phone between my legs under my dress. Out of sight out of mind, right!
Tap Tap Tap
I heard on the window on my side. Ignore, ignore, ignore. Go away Bad Breath Betty.
Tap Tap Tap
"Roll down the window! I know you can hear me! Where is Special Agent Takahashi at?-Bam- Answer me!" she yelled and spit was coming from her mouth.
I looked closer at the woman that was clearly dick whipped over my half demon friend-like person. She had dull messy brown hair, red and rough patches on her pale cheeks, a double chin but she wasn't that fat, her eyebrows was in a straight line (reminded me of Helga from Hey Arnold!) small breasts, small hips, absolutely no ass, and yellow crooked teeth. He must of been ape shit drunk and desperate to stick his dick inside that thing. Must of put a brown paper back and had cut out a circle for her to breathe. Ooo and he didn't pass out from her halitosis? Goodness!
Now I will be the first to admit that I am not a fashionista. I can't go to a Thrift Store and voila! Instant combinations of clothing. I pick practical items that fit my body frame. Officer Betty doesn't. Her clothes was swallowing her up, they were grey and looked like she lost a lot of weight and was in dire need of a tummy tuck. Sango would have had a heart attack.
So I sat up my seat and tried not to scrunch up my face from looking at her. I then shrugged my shoulders to her question and kept the doors locked and ignore her. I looked everywhere but at here. Again how did he have sex with her twice and I'm having a hard time looking at her with clothes on.
Tap Tap Tap
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"Let me in, you are not suppose to be in his car. You are violating several laws," Officer Betty kept spewing bullshit and tapping the window glass with her fingernail.
First off, that didn't make sense because it could be anyone's car that I am in. Secondly, she was just jealous that Inuyasha wasn't giving her the time or the day. He was eating lunch with me and ignoring your text messages hahaha.
Zeet Zeet
His phone again. I bet $20 bucks it was her. So I turned my body so she couldn't see what I was doing. I read what she texted Inuyasha's phone. Oh, I hope I don't get into too much trouble because I am looking through another man's phone who isn't even dating me. Plus he is a man of the badge. Good grief! Already got bitch problems who can't seem to catch a damn clue.
498-098-9887
498-098-9887: Where are you? Why is that woman in your car and not opening up the door? Did you get enough evidence to put that bitch away? Because I would love to shoot her because of what she said about me! Please answer the phone. We need to talk and get on the same page.
Received: 3:15 pm 2015/08/06
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I wonder how mad she would be if I delete the message? I should text her back. I'm not because it could easily be blown back in my face. How my luck is seems to be set up right now it sucks.
Tap Tap Tap
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She kept it up with her fingernail. She was irking my last nerve. I had to close my eyes so I can imagine her not there bothering me.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing Detective Clay?" a male voice asked.
I opened my eyes and it was Inuyasha. He had a manilla envelope in his hand and a scowl on his brow. I guess he wasn't happy to see Al Budney at his car door trying to crack the window glass.
"Inu-I mean Special Agent. I was trying to get the prime suspect out of your car. It's clear that she is trying to get police information by being close to you. You know that you profiled the head of Black Widow as a charismatic person that has mastered the art of persuasion. I-I'm just protecting you and make sure that you don't get the okie dok," Bad Breathe Betty said.
I know her name she is just stuck with BBB now.
"Her lawyer and our tech guys proved that she wasn't able to do any of the crimes. Her phone records never called one person except Naraku Onigumo and that was twice. We checked with his secretary and she was the one to call her not him. Your captain dismissed the charges and you need to too. Maybe this case is too much for you. You are being replaced with Mario, ok. Just go home and get some sleep. Thanks for checking up on me but it's not needed. See you around Detective Clay," Inuyasha said and walked around to his side of the car and got in.
He put the envelope in the back seat and shifted the gears to drive. He left a crestfallen woman behind.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Oh dear sweet baby Jesus.
A/N: MY INTERNET IS BACK ON PPL! I Survived the Internet Crash of 2015
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