Chapter 8
Jade
I’d been trying my hardest to find Kaylin, but I kept coming up empty-handed. I’d been to his club and the many apartments he had that he didn’t think I knew about. They were cleaned out and abandoned. Hell, I’d even been by his house, the one he and ol’ girl used to stay in, but by the looks of the high grass, yellow tape, and overflowing mailbox, no one had been there.
The shit was really starting to bother me, because it’d been weeks since my tracker stopped working. I ain’t no closer to finding him, then I was a few weeks ago. I was beginning to think that the nigga had left the fucking country or something. All I knew was wherever he was at, he better not let me catch him doing wrong or else it was going to be some shit.
I sat parked outside of Kaylin’s and Mimi’s old house for the third time. I came to the conclusion that something in there had to give me a hint of where Kaylin was at or where he’d been. I needed to make sure that no one saw me. So I waited until it was late and the streets were quiet before I made a move. I wasn’t trying to get caught and thrown in jail. I needed my freedom to find Kaylin’s lying ass.
When I thought the streets were silent enough, I slowly got out of the car and walked across the street toward the house. I had to be careful, because there was still yellow crime scene tape all over the place. When I got to the door, I found out it was still locked.
“Shit,” I cursed under my breath as I looked for a spare key. I know there had to be one somewhere around here, because rich people always kept one. I searched all over until I located it right underneath the doormat.
“Typical muthafuckers,” I said, removing the key. Carefully removing the crime scene tape, I unlocked the door and went inside, making sure to lock the door behind my back. I didn’t want anyone to walk in and catch me.
The minute I entered the door, I wanted to walk right back out of there. The place looked a mess from where I was standing. There were dried bloodstains, teddy bears and dust all over the place. The smell was horrible. I wasn’t trying to get caught in all of that, so I took my time as I made my way farther in to peep out the rest of the house.
I made my way toward the kitchen and, from the looks of it, you’d swear I’d walked in two totally different houses. The place looked like a restaurant’s kitchen. All of her appliances were up-to-date shit, with marble countertops, with floors that looked like you could eat off them. The living room was just as nice. There was a set of cream sofas, famous paintings, and two big flat-screen TVs. I got a bit jealous, thinking about how Kaylin had her living like this while I was barely making it. Moving along, I decided to just search for what I had come for, because I knew the rest of the house would make me go insane.
When I made it upstairs, it took me a minute to locate the master bedroom. They had like five bedrooms and two bathrooms. Hell, what could they possibly do with all them rooms? I cursed myself for falling for a kept bitch’s man bullshit and having the nerve to actually catch feelings for the nigga. Now I was in here playing Nancy Drew and shit.
After about three minutes of searching, I was finally able to locate the master bedroom. When I walked inside, I became jealous all over again of how the bitch was living. Not one room in the house looked ratchet. It was like she hired a personal decorator to decorate her whole house. The shit was impressive. I carefully looked around, trying to find anything that could help me find Kaylin. I checked all over, from the dressers, to under the mattress, to under the bed, but I couldn’t find anything. So I decided to check his closet. Yeah, they each had they own damn closet.
I pulled all the shoeboxes from their places and snatched all the clothes off the hangers. Still, I didn’t find anything. I then went to look through her closet. When I opened the door, I immediately spotted a safe sitting in the middle of the floor, halfway open. I pulled one of her shirts, grabbed the handle of the safe, and opened it. There wasn’t anything in there but empty envelopes and broken jewelry. I carefully felt around the safe, and that’s when I found a little compartment under a piece of fabric. I moved the fabric, but I didn’t find anything except some damn papers. It was a pleasant surprise when I looked at the papers and noticed that they were deeds to properties in Louisiana, owned by Kaylin.
“I bet my last dollar that his ass is headed to Louisiana, but I got his ass,” I said, taking the papers and putting them into my purse. I then hurriedly left the closet and carefully made my way downstairs. I was almost at the front door when I heard what sounded like the garage door opening. I picked up my pace and raced for the front door. I opened the door and quickly closed it behind me when a heard a voice enter the living room.
“Are you sure you’re up to this?” a female voice said. I recognized it as being that bitch Troy’s voice.
“I think so.” I heard a tiny voice that I didn’t recognize. I guessed that was a child, because the person’s voice was so small.
“Well, come on. Let’s get to it,” Troy responded. “Why don’t you guys give us a minute? Y’all make sure that the place is clear while I show her around. Oh, and catch the mail from outside please.”
The minute I heard that, I broke out running to my car across the street. I wasn’t trying to get caught this time. Troy would’ve killed me. I already had too much shit to do. I ain’t ready to die yet.
It was a good thing that I left the porch when I did, because the minute I sat down in my car someone came to the door. They peeked out the door first, and then they came strolling out to the mailbox. I instantly recognized the dude Troy was with the past few weeks.
I wonder what the fuck they doing over here, I said to myself. I watched as he grabbed the mail, and I glanced down to see where my phone was. When I looked up, he was watching the car. I wasn’t worried about him seeing me, because the windows were heavily tinted. He started walking out into the street, which alarmed me. I grabbed my keys and shoved them in the ignition. If he walked over here, I was going to haul ass but, thank God, his friend came to the door and called him. He looked over at the car one last time and then started walking back toward the house.
The minute he walked inside and closed the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought for damn sure that I was caught. Not wasting another minute, I started my car and got the hell out of there. I had already found what I was looking for. I didn’t care what the hell they was doing. My only concern right now was to find Kaylin’s ass. It looked like I’d be taking me a trip to Louisiana.