pretended to think of something before answering. “I was delivering food boxes to a homeless shelter in the Bronx.” I said sarcastically. “At two in the morning...now we both know you weren’t doing that.” He said with such an annoyance I knew I was getting to him. “No you really don’t do you?” I continued to antagonize him. Detective Trent and I had are run-ins on numerous occasion being in my chosen profession, but he and his dumb nut team could never charge me with anything because I was to smooth to get caught…knew the game to well. The best he could hope for was to get a confession out of me...and there was no chance in hell of that happening. Detective Trent stepped closer to me and circled around the room. “ You know Derrick you and I have been tip toeing around each other for a while now.” “ Yes we have.” I agreed. “ But I could never catch you doing your dirt…until now.” My face froze and I suddenly felt cold. “What are you talking about?” He pulled out a bagged weapon from behind him that looked very familiar and my eyes widened in shock. “Doctors found this on you when they brought you into the hospital…an unmarked gun Derrick? What is that… five maybe ten years?” I shook my head knowing damn well I was screwed. “Lord knows what I’m going to find when I search your place.” Detective Trent went on. “What!” I looked at him in disbelief. “Oh yeah…that search warrant I have been trying get on you finally panned out.” He said pulling out a blue slip from his jacket. He looked down on me with pitying eyes. “Looks like your luck has gone…it is over Derrick.” I looked away from him and shook my head. Damn. How the hell I was going to get out of this mess?
7 Coming Home
Destiny I sat at my desk reviewing request for upcoming galas that had pre ordered particular paintings from my gallery. I had to make sure everything was right and in order before sending them off. I stood up and walked around my office as I reviewed dates, locations, and times trying to focus on work and not the events of the past week. “Ok paintings three and four go to Staten Island…Paintings five and two go to Queens….paintings one and six…” I stopped as Derrick Lyfe once again entered my thoughts. All I could see was his handsome face, battered body, and terrified eyes. “C’mon Destiny…forget about him…it’s over with.” I sighed. I threw the review orders on my desk and paced the floors. It had been a while since the accident and I had tried my hardest to bury those memories in the back of my mind. The entire experience had been so traumatic for me...for the both of us. When I went to the cabin that night I had no idea I was going to leave so early, let along witness an accident and put myself in harm’s way to save the victim …but I did. I wanted to stay at the hospital with him to make sure he was all right. He looked so hurt…so bruised… I wasn’t sure he would recover. When he opened his eyes he was so deranged and frantic like a wild animal…it still to this day frightened me. “Why am I still thinking about him?” I chuckled to myself as to why this man wouldn’t leave my mind. It all seemed like a beautiful nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from, but in reality I wondered would I ever see him again. I turned to a knock on the door. “Is it ok for me to come in?” Marisol asked standing in the doorway. “Oh yes, what’s up?” I asked welcoming her in. Marisol brought in some coffee for the both of us and took a seat. “I thought you could use it.” Marisol was the only I had told as of yet about the accident and she had been checking up on me every second of the hour. We both sat back and avoided the main topic that was on both our minds. “Well has anyone called about more orders?” I asked trying to avoid the conversation I didn’t want to talk about. She shook her head. “No just confirmations on already purchased items.” I