F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1) (27 page)

“And hopefully one of these cars that’s also
back here is Carson’s,” Seals replied, as she freshened up her
makeup. She put her compact away. “Let’s see if we can get
inside.”

They got out of the car and
headed towards a door that said
EMPLOYEES
ENTRANCE.
Sherwood knocked hard on the door
several times as the faint sound of music could be heard on the
inside and the stench of cigarette smoke made its way to the
outside.

As they were waiting for someone to answer
the door, Seals paced back and forth while naturally looking at the
ground. She looked over by the huge garbage dumpsters as a light
was shining on both of them. She looked down at the ground and saw
something that appeared to be sparkly that was underneath one of
the dumpsters. She walked over to the dumpsters and bent down to
look underneath the one that had that sparkle underneath it and
noticed the rectangular-shaped object appeared to be a phone. She
got her mini-size flashlight out and shined it on the object and
noticed that it was at least a phone cover. “Sherwood! Come here!”
she said as quietly as she could, since she knew that this phone
case did not get here by accident.

Sherwood walked over to her. “What is
it?”

“Look!” Seals said, as she pointed her
flashlight back on the phone case.

Sherwood bent down by her side to look at
it. “Wow. You got your gloves with you?”

“This is why I carry them everywhere I go
because I never know!” Seals said. She got her gloves out of her
pocket and then reached underneath the dumpster and was able to
grab the phone case since it was in arms-length from her. As she
slid it towards her, the weight of it told her that it wasn’t just
the case, but in fact the phone! “Well, some girl is gonna be glad
that I found her phone!” she laughed. She turned it on; the battery
was dead. “Damn! It’s outta juice. Well, I’ll put it in the car and
get it charged back up at the station so we can see who it belongs
to.”

“Yeah, you don’t wanna go into that club and
have the DJ stop the music to ask did anyone lose a phone because
everyone is gonna say they did — even the boys, although the
crystal-encrusted cover with red and pink hearts all over it
clearly indicates that it’s a girl’s phone — because you can tell
it’s the latest and greatest phone out right now,” Sherwood
said.

“Exactly!” Seals said with a laugh.

After she put the phone in
the car, they went back up to the door and Sherwood knocked on it
hard once again, and
it opened to
Carson
!

“What’s up?” Carson asked, since he didn’t
recognize Sherwood and Seals. “Are you folks looking for your
child?”

Seals looked at Sherwood and grinned; he
returned the gesture.

“Not tonight, son. But I am looking for a
Carson Jennings,” Sherwood replied.

Carson gave him an immediate look of
suspicion. “What do you want with him?”

“Cut the crap, Carson. We know it’s you,”
Seals informed him. She showed him her badge, as did Sherwood. “I’m
Detective Genevieve Seals and this is my partner Detective Roland
Sherwood. We’re investigating the assault and attempted murder of
Felicity Gains.”

Carson tried not to look surprised. “And
what do I have to do with that?”

“Well, you tell us, Carson. Do you have
anything to do with it?” Sherwood asked. “Because if you didn’t
have anything to do with it then we would’ve heard back from you so
you could be eliminated early on.”

“Exactly. You’re a hard guy to get a hold
of,” Seals said.

Carson sighed. “I’ve been busy.”

“Well, aren’t we gonna be invited in?”
Sherwood asked.

“I have nothing to say about Felicity,
okay?” Carson let them know.

“Oh, we beg to differ,
Carson. We believe you have
a lot
to say about her, especially since she and her
best friend Erin were regulars here every Friday and Saturday night
for over a year. We already talked to your brother this week about
it — not sure if he told you that we did or not — and he really
wasn’t that much help which we kind of figured that he wouldn’t be,
so we need to get more info from you. The more you help us out then
the more further we can get in this investigation because there’s a
lot of people we suspect of this and a lot of things that we need
to sort out,” Seals said.

Carson glared at her. “Follow me,” he
said.

A minute later, Sherwood and Seals walked
into a small, windowless meeting room that had a large table with
several chairs on each side. They sat on one side of the table and
Carson sat at the head of the table to the right of them.

“Okay, I know I’m not gonna be able to leave
here without talking to the two of you, so what is it that y’all
wanna know?” Carson asked.

“Well, for starters, we know of your
relationship with Felicity here, but did you have one with her
outside of here?” Seals asked.

“Absolutely not. There’s a zero tolerance
policy for employees here to date the patrons. Besides, I wasn’t
her type,” Carson informed them.

Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.

“But was she yours?” Sherwood asked.

“Does it matter?” Carson asked.

“Yes, it matters, Carson!” Sherwood said.
“Felicity may not come out of this incident alive, so we need to
know everything about her and who she caused fuckery to, who’s
she’s been serious about and who she hasn’t been serious about —
you get what I’m saying.”

“Yeah, I get what you’re saying,” Carson
said.

“Well, it’s obvious that she was your type,
Carson, but you never knew if you were her type, right?” Seals
asked.

Carson sighed. “No, I didn’t know,” he
admitted.

Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.

“Look, I just assumed that I was because
it’s not like she never talked to me while she was here,” Carson
said.

“What do you mean while she was here? Did
the two of you see each other outside of here?” Sherwood asked.

Carson sighed as he looked towards the
door.

“Carson, look at us. We
need to know what kind of involvement you had with Felicity no
matter where it was at. If you had something going on with her that
no one knew about except the two of you then you need to tell
us
right now
,”
Sherwood said.

Carson looked down at the table as he sat
back slightly slumped down in his chair. He let out another sigh.
“Look, I don’t want my brother to know anything, okay?”

Sherwood and Seals looked at each other;
they looked at Carson.

“Okay, he won’t. So what you’re trying to
tell us is that you did have some contact with Felicity outside of
this club since she’s been coming here?” Seals asked.

“Almost all the time,” Carson confessed.

Sherwood and Seals looked at each other
again as they tried not to gasp.

“We’re listening,” Seals said.

“I don’t know what it is
that you guys want me to tell you. All I’m gonna say is that I
wasn’t gonna pass up a chance to always be with her. We knew no one
could know about us, especially since she was with Sloan. She would
always tell me while we were in bed together that she wanted to be
with me but she couldn’t because of Sloan and because she didn’t
want Carmine finding out about us seeing each other. I said that if
I talked to him that he might make an exception, but she told me
not to bother because she didn’t wanna cause any trouble, plus, she
was with Sloan but didn’t know if she wanted to stay with him or
not. She promised me that we would be together once her and Sloan
broke up, but when I heard that they did, she backed out of her
promise. I tried calling her and texting her about it since she
didn’t wanna talk about it when she was here, so I pretended like
nothing was going on between us, especially last week Friday when
Sloan showed up here. When she grabbed me and wanted to dance with
me just because he was here, I knew I was being used because we
never danced with each other here because, getting back to what I
said before about working here, I couldn’t be seen having any
suggestive contact with patrons, and that includes dancing with
them. But I finally came to accept the fact that she fucked with me
the whole time and only slept with me for the free stuff. She had
her fun with Jay here, but had her fun with me in my bed at my
house. She fucked with both of us, but Jay didn’t lose money on the
count of her fuckery,
I did,
and now I have to pay it all back if she doesn’t
make it! And not only that, but that fuck girl promised me that she
would be with me when her and Sloan were through! She just fucked
with me! She just used me! I was fooled by a fuck girl!” Carson
said angrily, as he tried to control his emotions, but his shame
and guilt had no control.

“Calm down, son. I know how hard that was
for you to tell us. And trust me, we all know how it feels to be
used by someone, and it’s even harder when someone uses you for so
long and makes promises to you that they had no intentions on
keeping. Do you feel like you can tell your brother this?” Sherwood
asked.

“No, because I don’t wanna
hear his mouth about me violating the rules, and I did violate
them. I’m only here because of him, but I let my feelings for
Felicity go way too far and pretended like I didn’t know what kind
of a girl she really was because
I had to
pretend
.
I had to
pretend
like we weren’t involved with each
other, but I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t pretend anymore about
being used for all of the free stuff I gave her and Erin and
thinking that I was gonna be her boyfriend after Sloan, but all she
was doing was fucking with me the whole time. I just can’t pretend
about anything anymore!” Carson said, as he tried to choke back
tears.

Seals looked at him sympathetically. “You
don’t have to pretend anymore, Carson. So you were here all night
last week Friday? That Friday that Sloan was here?”

“Yeah, I was,” Carson said.

“And were you here on Saturday, the next
day?” Seals asked.

“Yeah, I was. I’m always here until it opens
and closes. I’m the one who usually always closes,” Carson
said.

Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.

“And did you close last week Saturday
night?” Sherwood asked.

Carson looked at him. “No, I didn’t,” he
replied.

Sherwood and Seals looked at each other
again.

“Do you know who closed that night?”
Sherwood asked.

“I don’t remember. I’ll have to check the
schedule,” Carson replied. Suddenly, he received a text on his
phone. “Um . . . I think we need to cut this meeting short.”

Sherwood and Seals looked at him. “Why?”
they asked.

“Because they need us all outside right
away,” Carson said.

They all got up and headed outside.

Chapter 29

S
herwood and Seals stared at their car, but weren’t surprised
at what happened to it. The windows were broken, and the phone that
Seals had placed in the car that she found underneath the dumpster
before they went in to talk to Carson, was gone.

Seals shook her head as she walked to the
car as she tried not to step on the shards of glass. She looked
inside the completely shattered passenger side window and shook her
head as glass completely covered the seats, armrest, and floor.
“It’s obvious that they were after the phone I found. How did they
know that there was a phone in this car when the windows are
tinted?”

“Good question,” Sherwood replied. “Someone
must’ve been watching us and we didn’t see them. I have to admit
that even being a cop that I can let my guard down.”

“Exactly. We’re not perfect,” Seals said.
She scanned the area as a few patrons and employees stared at a
distance. “There’s nothing to see here, everyone. You can all go
back to doing what you were doing, unless you saw who did this,”
she said to them.

The patrons and employees shook their heads,
and then quickly left the scene.

Seals smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I
thought,” she said.

Sherwood got off of his phone. “Well, the
team will be up here in a few minutes, and someone is gonna give us
a ride back to the station, of course,” he told Seals. He looked
around. “Where’s Carson?”

Seals shrugged. “Beats me. I think we got
enough from him for now, but like with all of the others, we’ll
definitely be talking to him again. And since finding out about his
relationship with Felicity outside of this club, he’s now one of
the top suspects, but he doesn’t know that yet.”

“Yeah, but he will know soon enough,
especially if Felicity doesn’t make it,” Sherwood said.

Several minutes later, Sherwood and Seals
were being driven back to the station by their lieutenant,
Lieutenant Kent Murdock, who assigned them to Felicity’s case.

“So, guys, I know how hard you’ve been
working on this case. How many suspects do you have to date?”
Murdock asked.

“A ton,” Sherwood replied.

Seals chuckled; Murdock grinned.

“Okay. So how many have been eliminated?”
Murdock asked.

“None,” Sherwood and Seals replied.

Murdock shook his head. “Damn, was that girl
really that bad? I have a daughter who’s heard about Felicity
before what happened to her did, and she even said that she’s not
surprised that it happened. She told me that people hate fuck girls
and will do anything to get rid of them. She said that she knows a
lot of them that go to her school, but she said none of them seem
as bad as Felicity.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Seals said. “It’s
like everyone had a motive to do what they did to her, so we
honestly don’t know who was mad enough to hurt her this bad where
she’s fighting for her life now. I know you told your daughter to
learn from what happened to Felicity and to never be like her. It’s
hard enough for girls out here — always has been — but it’s even
more now since people have all kinds of ways to fuck with people
now and think they can get away with it because you can choose to
totally remain anonymous. But in this case, no one is remaining
anonymous about Felicity, that’s why we have so many suspects. And
most importantly, Felicity didn’t remain anonymous about everything
she did to people. It’s clear that she loved to flaunt her fuckery,
and that’s never good.”