Saturday, November 1, 2008
Blacked Out?
The detective surveyed the crime scene with a sharp, keen eye. She had seen many cases that were similar to this, but this had been one that even she couldn’t have believed existed. There the victim sat with her face running with tears and runny make up. Her hair was roughed up and frizzy. She was about five foot five, about one hundred thirty-five pounds. She was a golden brown complexion in which she resembled singer Keyshia Cole. The pictures that weren’t shattered around the apartment, showed a very attractive young lady that possessed a killer smile and small dimples on the side of her face. The detective continued to assess the apartment’s damage. Broken lamps, dishes, a smashed in closet, and other damaged items were thrown about.
“Looks as if an unknown hurricane came through wrecked havoc or something, Detective Nix”, said the leading officer on the scene.
Detective Nix who was a seasoned veteran on the Northwest Police District just sighed and continued to continue her investigation.
“What statement did the victim give?”
The leading officer grabbed his notepad and gave a brief rundown to Detective Nix.
“Her name is Carmen Morales. She’s twenty-three years old. Victim says that she and the boyfriend got into an argument that turned violent.”
“Violent?” Detective Nix stated raising her eyebrow.
“According to the victim, apparently so. She states that she found out about some other female that he was supposedly talking to and “blacked out”.
“So I guess she went into another mind state and caused a ruckus in which neighbors became frightened and called the police.”
Detective Nix looked at the victim before taking a deep breath. She knew that this would be a long evening so mentally she prepared herself for the long haul.
“Hello
Carmen looked up at Detective Nix with a defeated stare. Her eyes were running with makeup and her hair was just a frizzy mess. Look clothes look wrinkled and roughed up but she was holding herself together.
“Why ask additional questions? I just answered the officer’s questions, what more do you want to know? What I ate for the dinner? The last time I fucked?”
Detective Nix became visibly irritated by Carmen’s outburst but being the professional that she was known for, she took the questioning in another direction.
“I understand that you have had a long evening, but I thought that we could talk woman to woman about what happened this evening. As a woman, I understand that these things happen and our emotions run very high.”
Carmen brushed her fingers through her hair and cleared her throat. She took a sip of the water that was sitting next to her and proceeded to explain her story.
“Well today I was doing the laundry and I was checking Duck’s clothes. So as I was going through the pockets, I pulled out four phone numbers. Then I was like nah I know my baby wouldn’t be out here tricking with these hoes because he has a good woman at home. So I called the numbers one by one and these bitches were saying that they met Duck around various places in the city and that he was trying to talk to them. So I was like fuck this. I wasn’t going to let this shit fly at all. I went to the closet and grabbed all his gear and started cutting up his clothes. I grabbed his brand new custom Nikes and I threw all that shit in the trash can. I lit a match and got my Angela Bassett on. So then when he came home, he saw that the trash can was still burning. Then he comes in the house stark raving mad at me. I’m like fuck you because I’ve been faithful to his dumb ass and he playing me with these silly ass hoes. Duck then walks away and comes back with some bleach and pours it all over my brand new coat. At that point, I blacked out the house was in shambles and Duck was gone. At that point I heard the sirens and my neighbor across the hall telling the officers to get in here quick before someone gets hurt.”
Detective Nix took one last how the apartment looked when she arrived on the scene.
“This had to been a fight because this place looks a war zone in Iraq.” she thought to herself. “Is that the end of it? Where is Duck?” she asked Carmen.
“Fuck if I know.” she replied. “But you better hope that you get him before I do. He’s going to regret the day he crossed me.”
Detective Nix thanked Carmen for her time and prepared to leave for the evening. After giving the apartment one last search, she headed towards her vehicle.
“I swear they don’t pay me enough for this shit.” she said as she pulled off.
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