she would confront her. Now that Carlisha was dead he didn’t know what hurt him more – the fact that she was dead or the fact that he couldn’t call her up to kick it with her for a while, help him relieve some stress. He knew that was a messed up way to think – but it is what it is. Besides, Porsha knew how to keep him happy in the bedroom – come to think about it, he figured that was one of the major reasons he put up with her crazy behind. She quenched his sexual appetite.
Still looking through the peephole, Roger tried to remember if he forgot to pay some parking tickets, but he was sure he was current. He was positive the men on his porch were cops – no way were they salesmen. He hadn’t gotten cited for a while. What the hell are the cops doing at my house? He slowly opened the door after the third knock he knew they saw him or at least heard him so he couldn’t pretend like no one was home.
“How can I help you gentlemen?” Roger asked as politely as he could muster up while he held the door ajar to address the two men on his front porch. One white gentleman and the other black were dressed in casual dress attire.
“Is Porsha Smith at home?” The black gentleman asked.
“Sorry but she’s not. What is this about?”
“I’m Detective Wright and this is Detective Miller,” the white detective flashed his credentials. “When do you expect her home?” he continued as Detective Miller tried to look through the curtain covered window near the front door.
“I don’t know, she doesn’t exactly have a schedule,” Roger replied, indignant.
“Well when she returns inform her that we need her to contact the station as soon as possible.” Detective Miller handed Roger a card which he reluctantly received.
“What is this about?” Roger demanded as the detectives turned to walk away.
“We can only discuss the matter with Mrs. Smith, Sir.” Detective Wright stated after turning briefly to face Roger. “Please have her contact us as soon as possible.”
Roger slammed the door shut then stared down at the card in his hand. What kind of mess did Porsha get her crazy behind caught up in? And she wonders why I’m always cheating on her, it’s because she puts me through too much stress. If it wasn’t for the dirt she has on me, I would seriously walk out on her and her ingrate kids. He walked back to the couch, picked up his beer bottle off the coffee table and sat back down. He took a long swig of beer. This wench done gone and did something stupid, her and her crazy posse. Now they have the cops knocking on my got-damn door. It better be about her – she had better not ratted me out to the cops, she always threatens to do so when she gets upset with me. No, they asked for Porsha, if they had wanted me, with all the evidence she has against me, they would’ve dragged me out of here without a second thought. Roger took another long swig of beer – the jezebel done messed up and got herself in trouble. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Chapter 25
Detectives Wright and Miller returned to their unmarked vehicle two blocks away from the house. They would sit and wait a while in hopes of Porsha Smith returning home. They were thankful it wasn’t a high profile case. Heck it wasn’t even cycling around in the local newspapers or media outlets. Arresting Porsha Smith would be a piece of cake.
Unbeknownst to Roger and Porsha– after the attack on Carlisha, Rachel went on a mission to prove that the attack was the cause of her death. There was no way, in her mind, that she – or any of their co-workers and friends believed that young, beautiful, full-life-ahead-of-her Carlisha, could have died purely from complications of childbirth. Even if she never revealed to anyone but Debra about her pregnancy – Rachel just knew she had to vindicate her friend’s death. She had to.
When the police department dragged their feet to properly investigate the report of the attack that James
Still looking through the peephole, Roger tried to remember if he forgot to pay some parking tickets, but he was sure he was current. He was positive the men on his porch were cops – no way were they salesmen. He hadn’t gotten cited for a while. What the hell are the cops doing at my house? He slowly opened the door after the third knock he knew they saw him or at least heard him so he couldn’t pretend like no one was home.
“How can I help you gentlemen?” Roger asked as politely as he could muster up while he held the door ajar to address the two men on his front porch. One white gentleman and the other black were dressed in casual dress attire.
“Is Porsha Smith at home?” The black gentleman asked.
“Sorry but she’s not. What is this about?”
“I’m Detective Wright and this is Detective Miller,” the white detective flashed his credentials. “When do you expect her home?” he continued as Detective Miller tried to look through the curtain covered window near the front door.
“I don’t know, she doesn’t exactly have a schedule,” Roger replied, indignant.
“Well when she returns inform her that we need her to contact the station as soon as possible.” Detective Miller handed Roger a card which he reluctantly received.
“What is this about?” Roger demanded as the detectives turned to walk away.
“We can only discuss the matter with Mrs. Smith, Sir.” Detective Wright stated after turning briefly to face Roger. “Please have her contact us as soon as possible.”
Roger slammed the door shut then stared down at the card in his hand. What kind of mess did Porsha get her crazy behind caught up in? And she wonders why I’m always cheating on her, it’s because she puts me through too much stress. If it wasn’t for the dirt she has on me, I would seriously walk out on her and her ingrate kids. He walked back to the couch, picked up his beer bottle off the coffee table and sat back down. He took a long swig of beer. This wench done gone and did something stupid, her and her crazy posse. Now they have the cops knocking on my got-damn door. It better be about her – she had better not ratted me out to the cops, she always threatens to do so when she gets upset with me. No, they asked for Porsha, if they had wanted me, with all the evidence she has against me, they would’ve dragged me out of here without a second thought. Roger took another long swig of beer – the jezebel done messed up and got herself in trouble. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Chapter 25
Detectives Wright and Miller returned to their unmarked vehicle two blocks away from the house. They would sit and wait a while in hopes of Porsha Smith returning home. They were thankful it wasn’t a high profile case. Heck it wasn’t even cycling around in the local newspapers or media outlets. Arresting Porsha Smith would be a piece of cake.
Unbeknownst to Roger and Porsha– after the attack on Carlisha, Rachel went on a mission to prove that the attack was the cause of her death. There was no way, in her mind, that she – or any of their co-workers and friends believed that young, beautiful, full-life-ahead-of-her Carlisha, could have died purely from complications of childbirth. Even if she never revealed to anyone but Debra about her pregnancy – Rachel just knew she had to vindicate her friend’s death. She had to.
When the police department dragged their feet to properly investigate the report of the attack that James
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