Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series) (7 page)

"Sony to interrupt, Mr. Mills, but the front gate called up
and said that Detective Moore is here to see you."

"Thanks, Devon. You can send him in when he gets here."

"Were you expecting Detective Moore?" I asked as a
feeling of anxiousness hit me.

"No, but maybe he has some news about Precious."

What the fuck is that fucking detective snooping around for this time? He
ain't got no news. If anything, he's coming over here trying to dig up some
news. That sonofabitch is about to work my very last nerve.

"Mr. Mills, Ms. Owens, nice to see you, although I wish
it was under different circumstances. I heard about your nanny, Anna. It seems to be one tragedy after another in
this family," Detective Moore commented as he took it
upon himself to sit down.

"We're handling it. What brings you by here today?"
Supreme put his glass down and folded his arms.

"Mr. Mills, I'm assuming still no word on your wife's
whereabouts?"

"You're assuming correctly, but I hope you didn't come all
the way over here to tell me something that I already know."

"Well, let's see. Did you know that your wife's cell
phone records show that the last person she spoke to
was Nico Carter?" I watched as the vein in Supreme's
forehead pulsated and every muscle from his jaw down
throbbed. "From what I understand, your wife and Nico
Carter share a long history together."

"What's your point, detective?"

"I don't have a point ...yet. Merely trying to connect the
dots. But I have reached out to Mr. Carter. Unfortunately
my office hasn't been able to get in touch with him yet."

"Are you saying you think he has something to do with
my wife's disappearance?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but from what we've gathered so far
he is the last person she spoke to on her cell phone. We're
also looking into the possibility that Ms. Owens' brother,
Mike could be behind this," Detective Moore said, turning
his mug directly towards me. "Have you had any contact
with your brother, Ms. Owens?"

"No I haven't. But with all the heat on him, I doubt he
would take a chance and come back to LA."

"In my twenty years of detective work, I've learned you
can never underestimate what a deranged, sick criminal is capable of, which includes your brother. He seemed
to have a strong fixation on your wife." Detective Moore
now turned back to Supreme. "Maybe he threw caution
out the window and came back to finish the punishment
on your family that he had started."

"I thought about that, but he would need resources, money,
and with Clip dead I don't see how it's possible."

"Maybe he had more than just Clip and that young
woman, Destiny helping him out. I mean somebody had
to be behind the wheel of the car during that drive by,
and I seriously doubt it was Mike. And who knows? It
may also be the shooter from the unsolved murders of
Terrell and Nina Douglas."

"Oh, so I guess that means you no longer suspect that
Precious had any involvement with either one of those
murders?" I inquired.

"I never said Mrs. Mills was a suspect."

"But you did imply that last time you came over,
Detective Moore," Supreme reminded him.

"I simply wanted to ask your wife a few questions
because I was made aware that at one time Mrs. Mills
was friends with one of the victims."

"Precious doesn't have any friends besides me. Nina
pretended to care about Precious because she was
working for my brother."

"Right. Well again, this is all speculation. I'm gathering as
much information as possible in hopes that it will answer all
of our unanswered questions," the detective said, standing
up from the couch. "I'm sure I'll be in touch soon. But of
course if either one of you come across any new information,
give me a call."

"Will do, detective," Supreme said as he poured himself
another drink.

"By the way Maya is it okay for me to call you Maya?"
Detective Moore asked, catching me off guard because
he had practically reached the front door.

"Of course. It is my name," I smiled as I continued to
hold Aaliyah.

"Do you recall seeing Nina Douglas on the day she was
murdered?" he asked, walking back towards my direction.

"Uh, no I don't."

"I only ask because I know you were an invited guest
to the wedding but never showed up."

"And who told you that?"

"I had an opportunity to speak with Jamal Crawford,
Nina's fiancee at the time. He specifically remembered
that you were supposed to come to the wedding with
Precious but neither of you showed up."

"That's right, but, umm, it was so long ago. If I'm not
mistaken, I was planning on attending the wedding with
Precious but I had some boyfriend issues. Precious stayed
with me to work them out and it ended up getting too late
for us to make the wedding."

"And who was your boyfriend at the time? Would that
have been Clip?"

"I don't believe so. I think it was another guy. But what
does any of this have to do with Nina's brother's murder?"
I was about to end my statement with a four letter word
but kept my tongue intact. I knew the sneaky detective
was dying to get a reaction out of me but I wasn't about
to give it to him.

"As I stated before, I have a hunch that the two murders are somehow connected. But I could be wrong. I would
ask you for that boyfriend's name but I'm sure you've
forgotten it by now," he remarked, not bothering to wait
for my response. "Again, I must be going, but like I said,
I will be in touch."

My blood was boiling as I watched Detective Moore finally
stroll out of the door. "That man has a lot of nerve."

"Yeah, he does, but Maya, do you know anything about
Nina's murder or her brother's?"

"Of course not."

"What about Precious? Did she ever mention anything
to you about what happened to Nina?"

"No, but..." I cut my sentence off to give Supreme the
impression I was holding something back.

"But what?"

"It doesn't matter. We need to be focusing on finding
Precious not letting Detective Moore stir up trouble."

"Listen, Maya, if you know of Precious having any involvement
in a murder let me know so I can do what's necessary to clean
the shit up before it gets out of hand."

"I don't know anything specifically about Terrell, but
after Nina was murdered Jamal came by the house to
see her. He was vexed. He and Precious had a heated
exchange of words. When he left, Precious said that she
hoped he would let sleeping dogs lie when it came to
finding Nina's killer. I did take it as if she was trying to
protect herself."

"Did she say anything else?"

"No, and I didn't ask. If she was involved in Nina's murder
I didn't want to know anything about it." I reflected back
on that day I put a bullet in Nina's back trying to protect Precious. After that, I won her over because I proved
my loyalty. It was the exact loyalty I needed Precious to
believe I had in order to take her down.

"I understand," Supreme said, shaking the ice cubes in
his glass. He seemed to be drifting off into some sort of
trance. But I didn't believe it was so much the possibility that
Precious might've killed Nina that had him stuck. Finding
out that Nico was the last call Precious received, I felt, was
the real reason he was in a daze.

"Supreme, it's so beautiful outside I thought it would be
nice to take Aaliyah to the park, if you don't mind." He
remained completely silent. "Supreme," I called out again
snapping him out of his trance.

"I apologize. What did you say?"

"I wanted to take Aaliyah to the park, is that okay?"

"Sure, let me call one of my security guys so they can
escort you."

"What about Devon? He's already here."

"That works. Here, take this," Supreme said pulling out
a wad of cash.

"Supreme, no, I don't want your money."

"Take it. I want you and Aaliyah to enjoy yourselves."
Supreme gently rubbed Aaliyah's cheek and kissed her
forehead. "Devon, just the person I wanted to see."

"What can I do for you, Mr. Mills?"

"Maya is taking Aaliyah out, so please escort her
wherever she wants to go."

"Will do, sir."

"Bye baby. Daddy will see you later on. And Maya, thanks."

"I told you before; you don't have to thank me."

As I walked behind Devon while holding Aaliyah, I couldn't help but crack a smile. Supreme was vulnerable
and emotionally close to the edge. All I needed to do was
give him a little push so then I would be the only person he
could turn to. When I got to the door, I turned around and
waved goodbye to Supreme. It was crazy that a man whose
presence was so strong and powerful was about to be putty
in my hands.

After Devon opened the car door for me I buckled
Aaliyah in her car seat and instantly got to yapping off at
the mouth. "That fucking Detective Moore is making my
stomach nauseated. That white prick needs to be shut the
fuck down."

"Do you really have to use that language in front of the
baby?" Devon questioned as he drove off.

"Shut the hell up! It's not like Aaliyah can understand
what the fuck I'm saying. You just fucking drive."

Devon shook his head as if I was doing some sort of
developmental damage to the baby.

"Anyway, like I was saying, Detective Moore, is a
fucking problem."

"Why do you say that?"

"He's digging awfully deep into the murders of that Nina
chick and her brother. But what I'm trying to understand is
how Donnell ended up using the same gun in that drive by
with me and Precious. Because that link right there is what
is fucking all this shit up."

"Who gave Donnell the gun?"

"It wasn't me and I know it wasn't you, so that could
only leave Mike. What is that nigga up to?" I mumbled
under my breath.

"But even if Mike did give Donnell the gun, why you so pressed about that Nina girl and her brother?"

"Because I have both of their blood on my hands. Ain't
that many coincidences in the world, that the same gun
used to kill Terrell's ass was used in that drive by. Soon
Detective Moore is going to put that shit together and
realize that I'm the one who is my brother's keeper."

"Yeah, that detective is going to be a problem."

"Exactly! That's why I need you to handle that."

Devon, hit the brake and turned around to stare at me.

"Nigga, you can't stop the car in the middle of the street.
You gonna cause a fucking accident."

"I know you not insinuating what I think you are!"
Devon wanted to clear things up as he pressed back
down on the gas.

"Yes the fuck I am."

"He's a fucking police officer! Have you lost your mind?"

"I don't give a fuck who he is. That motherfucka is
about to mess shit up. Keep in mind, if he puts the pieces
together, not only am I going down, but so are you."
Devon frowned up his face, but that was real talk. That
nigga couldn't think I would be doing a bid solo if shit
hit the fan.

"I don't know, Maya. Killing a police officer... that's the
death penalty."

"Shit, if Supreme finds out you were behind the
kidnapping of his daughter and wife, you dead anyway.
Plus, the only way you gonna get the death penalty is if
you get caught but you're not."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because we're going to make sure the shit is tight. But
the sooner we get rid of Detective Moore the better off we'll be. Now, we need to head over to the stash house so I can
have a conversation with my brother. But before that, take
me to the mall so I can spend some of this loot my future
husband hit me off with."

"You think you have Supreme all figured out, don't
you, Maya?"

"For your sake you better hope I do. With the devastation
of him losing his precious wife, I need for him to become
a complete foolish fool."

I struggled to open my eyes, but the throbbing from my
head kept me closing my eyelids shut. I tried to reach
my hand over and rub the pain piercing from the back
of my head, but quickly realized they were handcuffed
to some shit. The energy I used to shift my arms gave me
the willpower to open my eyes the fuck up to see exactly
where I was. At first, shit was looking real blurry as my
eyes were half opened and half closed. But although my
vision was playing tricks on me, my hearing was in top
form, because even though I couldn't see them, I could
clearly hear the conversation going on between Maya
and Mike.

"Mike, why in the fuck do you have this bitch in the bedroom?
Her ass is supposed to be chained up in the basement."

"Listen, let me handle Precious. You just tend to Supreme."

"Let you handle Precious? Dear brother, this is a joint
venture. If anything, we handle shit together."

"Did you come all the way over here to drill me about
where I'm keeping Precious, or do you have something
to say that's important?"