“Xyleek.”
I licked my lips. “Yes?”
“No.”
“Okay. See you in a minute,” I hung up on her ass.
I didn’t give a fuck what Angel was talking about. She couldn’t deny me access to my nourishment. That’s the type of shit that’d get someone locked up for neglect, and I knew for a fact she wasn’t trying to go back to jail. If she didn’t feed me though, I’d have no choice but to call the police and make a report.
Tossing my phone in the passenger seat, I maneuvered out of the parking spot and headed to the park. My jewelry store was out of the way, so it took me a little longer to get back to the main part of the city. Nearly an hour later, I was arriving and parking.
“What’s going on, Xy?” Dean rolled down the window on the truck as I got out.
“I’m just meeting with someone who has information I need. Give me fifteen.”
His head rocked once, so I stepped off in search of Miss Frizzle. I figured it wouldn’t be hard to spot her orange hair, and I was right. She was standing near the playground where a bunch of kids were running around.
“I can see which one is yours,” I stood next to her, instantly noticing the little girl who appeared to have Down Syndrome. Her hair was just as orange as her mother’s. “She’s beautiful.”
Her lips pulled into a faint smile. “Thank you. Heidi. That’s her name. She’s eight.”
“And her father?” I probed with my hands behind my back, watching kids be kids.
“Murdered when she was only two.”
Glancing down at Miss Frizzle, I started to feel bad for her. “Damn. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah. So…it’s just been the two of us. My family is disgusted by her and hate to go out in public with us.”
“That’s fucked up. I think all children are God’s gift to the Earth. Fuck your family though,” I said with a straight face.
She laughed with a sincere smile. “Right, fuck those people. So,” she cleared her throat, and her expression became serious again. “I can e-mail you the information I was able to get. I did confirm with the owner of the car that they’ve had it for the last two years.”
“Good shit, Miss Frizzle,” I smirked. “You know their name?”
She snickered, shook her head and slipped her phone from her pocket. “Cassie Cooke.”
“Cassie?” I pondered out loud, trying to remember if I’d ever fucked a damn Cassie. That was gon’ be hard though, considering that I didn’t remember the names of most of the women I fucked.
“Yes. I lied and told her that the family had been trying to track down the cars for some insurance shit. She believed it and said she would get the car put in her name,” she smiled like she was satisfied with her detective work. “Though, I don’t exactly believe she will.”
“No? Why’s that?”
“She just didn’t strike me as the kind of person that lives a lifestyle where she would want a car in her name, you know? She lives in a sketchy neighborhood, she herself was acting sketchy when I was talking with her. My gut is telling me that she’ll ditch the car before she puts it in her name, but I emailed you over her address, phone number, and a copy of her driver’s license.”
Usually, white people didn’t impress me because I felt like they always had the upper hand in life anyway. Miss Frizzle, however, had just impressed the fuck out of me.
“You have no idea how much this means to me or my wife, Miss Frizzle. And if you give me until the end of the day, I’ll have your daughter’s medical bills taken care of, and you will also receive a payment for your services.”
Her jaw dropped and tears pooled in her eyes. “Wait…w-w-what? I thought…”
“I know, but I can tell how much you love yourdaughter, and I fully believe in supporting single mothers. I’ll give my accountant your name and number, and she’ll be in touch with you,” I told her, sending a text to my accountant, Karmen, to let her know what I needed.
“Thank you so much!” She wept, squatting down as she covered her face. “Oh my God, thank you so much! You have no idea that I just prayed for this very thing months ago,” she turned her head to look up at me. “Iprayedfor a miracle to have my daughter’s medical expenses wiped clean and…and here you are! God sent you!”
God might’ve sent me to her, but the devil damn sure was rolling with me to that address. We chopped it for a few more minutes and after Karmen confirmed that she’d get it done, I left Miss Frizzle and her daughter to it. Quickly filling Dean and Ashaun in on what’d just happened, I got back in my car and damn near flew to the address. I needed to see who this Cassiebitch was, figure out if I fucked her or not, and then permanently remove the air from her chest.
Luck was on my side because two minutes after I parked, the front door opened, and a woman stepped out with a bag of trash. Leaning forward, I studied her face that looked oddly familiar. I knew there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I’d fucked her though because she almost looked like a man. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was wearing a sports bra, displaying her big ass titties, I would’ve thought shewasa man.
