Forbidden Mysteries

On the 25th day of June, 1990. Around 2pm, the skies were clear and the sun smiled brightly.

A train was moving speedily along it's tracks with steam emanating from it's chimney, the train was about 2,500 feet and contained roughly 25 cars, it's exterior wasn't anything spectacular as it was plated in brown and black color.

In one of the middle train cars, by the window sat a gorgeous brunette-haired woman, she had blue eyes with soft supple, smooth and clear skin, she was dressed in a red velvet dress and her hair was packed in a bonnet which was neatly trimmed with frills and artificial flowers, she appeared busy as she was jotting something down in a small blue notepad, the lines on her forehead was creased. She was trying to solve a case which was a hard nut to crack.

"Dollface, you know there's something called breaks and leisure, right?" came a deep masculine voice opposite her, it belonged to a tall man who sat opposite her, he was about 6 feet tall, dressed in a well-ironed suit with a vest, had a top hat on his head and a long straight brown coat complementing his suit.

The woman dropped the pen she was using to write as she looked at her counterpart, she wasn't smiling, and she wore a look of seriousness.

"Michael, I have informed you several times, you are to address me as Angelina, I shall not be casually spoken to as I am not one of the women you cavort with," she sternly warns him.

"Don't you think it's an honor," Michael grins. "It's not everyday a woman gets to fuck a 9 inch cock."

"This discussion is unnecessary," Angelina says dismissively as she goes back to jotting down in her notepad. "The only thing we should be discussing is the next job. God knows we need the money."

Michael bit his lower lip as he heard that, his left eye closed halfway before it returned to it's original position.

"Michael," Angelina began without looking up from the notepad she was writing. "I have been with you for over eight years, we have solved so many cases together, I know when you are nervous."

"Nervous," Michael begins with a forced smile. "This handsome rogue right here doesn't know what that word means."

"Really," Angelina smiled as she closed her book, narrowing her gaze at him, her eyes turned to his right feet, he was tapping it on the ground repeatedly. "Most humans find it uncomfortable sitting in the same position for long and for those with motion sickness, it's even worse when they are in vehicles, we have been in the moving train for narrowly three hours, forty-nine minutes and fifty-six seconds, you weren't tapping your feet at all as you had accustomed yourself to it but as I spoke about the need for a next big job, three things happened," Angeline smiled as she raised three fingers with her right arm. "One, you began to close your right eye when you haven't shown any other symptom of insomnia. Two, you bit your lower lip and the last one, sweat broke off your forehead."

As she said that, Michael quickly brushes his forehead, putting his arm to his head, he noticed it was wet with sweat.

"And that's another trick I pulled on you," Angelina now had a sinister smile on. "You weren't sweating before but when you thought that I had realized that you were bothered with something, your body had automatically released some cortisol in your system making you sweat at the moment you brushed your face," Angelina grinned as she now rested her back on the chair more comfortably. "Michael Dicapprio, care to inform me what the problem is?"

Michael knew Angelina, and she was the only one who could help with the dilemma he was facing at the moment. He had to come clean now, or he could kiss her help goodbye. "You really are one of a kind," he adjusted his position on his seat, he continued. "You know about the Albrecht Necklace right?"

"The Albrecht necklace," Angelina begins with mild smile. "I know of it, it's pendant is a padparadscha sapphire with a diameter of roughly 12.71 centimeters while it's bail is made up of roughly 20-karat gold. It was rumored to have been won at the auction seventeen years ago by an unknown source but later, it was retrieved by the government and placed in the museum of new York so people could feast their eyes on the most expensive necklace in the world," Angelina ends. "It's net worth is about twenty-seven million dollars."

"Th...that's a lot of words," Michael says as he bows his head. "You see there was this mi... minor inci... incident regarding this necklace and I am sorta..."

"If you are referring to the incident which occurred six days ago in the museum," Angelina began. "Using the word minor is much of an understatement, one of the guards was killed and the other was brutally injured. According to the American society of appraisers, the necklace which was put as display in the museum for the past fifteen was fake while the original one was only returned yesterday, it's trending practically everywhere in America if not beyond, the local policemen don't have a lead on what's going on," Angelina smiled as she closed her eyes.

"Wow, you really do know a lot about it," Michael began as he scratched the back of his head. "So are you planning on taking the case?"

"There's no cash involved," Angelina answered dismissively. "Also, you are a negro, no offence," Angelina said as she looked up at him, Michael wore a teary expression but he quickly brushed it off.

"None taken," he said as he thought. "Fuck you, Angelina." Michael was light-skinned in complexion, and his brown eyes complemented his skin perfectly.

"Police officers aren't especially fond of your race so two of us going together to take on one of their cases wouldn't go well," Angelina continues. "Besides, there's another case which I heard about, that's why I quickly came to New York from North Dakota, the pay for the new job is seven thousand, and five hundred dollars."

"That's really a lot, any idea on what the case is?"

"Not much, all I know is that it's about a woman whose husband was killed six days ago, my source told me she claimed the police officers were incompetent as they hadn't found anything relating to the incident for the past six days. As a result, she's looking to hire a private investigator to bring her husband's murderer to justice."

"Sounds like a pained bitch," Michael said with a snicker, Angelina looked up at Michael with a disappointed look. If looks could kill, Michael would be six feet underground.

"And yet that so called pained bitch has more wealth that your ancestral line combined," Angelina answered as she returned to writing on her notepad.

"Ouch," Michael muttered.

"Seeing as how you referred to the Albrecht case and how you were stammering. I can certainly infer you are related to this case in a definitely negative way," Angelina smiled as she looked up at him. Michael shuddered on his seat and his face wore an uneasy expression. "If I am to take a guess based on your expression and how you suddenly shook on the seat. I will say you are wanted by the cops as a suspect, your fingerprints must have been found on the returned necklace and seeing as how you shook and you didn't make a reference to the other guards, they must have tried to capture you but you made an escape and also, there's no link with you and the murders, though the cops should have overlooked that, they won't as pinning everything on you would be easier and less stressful for them, you are like the sacrificial lamb in this case."

"Jeez, am I that easy to read?" Michael asks.

"No," Angelina smirks. "I am just that good at deductions."

Just as Angelina had finished speaking, the train came to an halt, she smiled as she packed her small notepad in her black leather bag.

"So now, that you know about my dilemma, would you help?" Michael smiles.

"And why should I help with that? You called my potential client a pained bitch, I would love to drop a visit in three days and also use that line on you," Angelina smiles.

"So I can't tell a joke around here no more," Michael began shakily. "If I don't give Angel a good reason, she really might not help me, she can be that terrifying and she's the only one who can help me, being a black man in this country at this age really is the worst, THAT'S IT!" Michael adopted a more confident grin as he now maintained eye to eye contact with Angelina. "I don't think it's unavoidable with the case you are about to solve."

"Do you mind explaining yourself better?" Angelina said as she stood to her full height, she was about 5'6 tall.

"The woman crying about her husband case surfaced six days ago according to what you said, the Albrecht case was also found out six days ago and a male guard was killed. I don't mean to be psychic or anything but the fact is that it's the only case that involved a murder which none of the cops haven't been able to solve. It shows that they might actually be the same so hell yeah, you are gonna have to help me," Michael grins as he stands to his full height, he was 187 centimeters tall.

"Well, you make a valid point," Angelina grinned. "This is why I still keep you around, you have your uses at times and you can think fast."

"Is that another way of saying you are impressed?" Michael smiles.

"No, it's another way of saying you aren't completely stupid," Angelina replied him as she turned away. "You might see some cops when we drop down from he train,"

"Oooh fuck," Michael said.

"Relax, I haven't even gotten to the worst part yet," Angelina smiles. "I am really enjoying this," She thought to herself. "Though, there's no potrait of you in any newspaper potraying the Albrecht case, it doesn't mean you are automatically safe from the hands of the policemen as blacks aren't exactly welcome over here."

"You just had to say the obvious," Michael says with an exasperated expression.

"It's fun seeing you make that face," Angelina smiles heartily. "I can't wait to see what facial expressions you'd make in jail."

"Welp!" Michael cries.

"I just want you to know and be rest assured I will eventually get you out, after all, you are like my sidekick, you are funny and your stupidity amuses me."

"Is that supposed to be reassuring?" Michael was confused.

"Yeah, it is, we both know I give the best prep talks."

"You give the worst," Michael thought as he brought his head down.

"Come on, Mikey," Angelina smiles as she now turns towards him, Michael grinned as he brought his head back up.

"It's not every time Angel calls me Mikey, she's up to something."

"In all the years we have worked together, have I ever been wrong?" She asks.

"No," Michael mutters.

"And I don't intend to start now, I will solve this case before this week runs out, get that seven thousand, and five hundred dollars. After all, an angel can't exist without her Mikey."

"An angel can't exist without her Mikey? The fuck you talking about?" Michael was dumbfounded.

"Dang, from the expression on your face, it means it has the opposite effect of what I was thinking in my head."

"Don't tell me you thought that it was cool?" Michael frowned.

"Let's not focus on that, there are more pressing issues here," Angelina grinned as she highlighted from the train, Michael followed suit, hitting her gently from behind.

"I trust you, Angelina," Michael begins. "I know you are going to do what you do best and solve this case, after all, it's in your name, Angel. Performing miracles, that's your specialty."

"Only that this one isn't involving money," Angelina frowned.

"Come on, you are getting that dough from that woman," Michael frowned.

"Yeah but technically, you are also another client and me doing this free for you just sounds unfair to me, you should understand how I feel."

"Ooh fucking come on," Michael lamented.

"I don't like your tone, I will just find out who killed the widow's husband without finding who framed you."

"Alright, I will pay you three grand," Michael said.

"Normally, I would do this case for five thousand dollars but seeing the improper use of the word grand and your attitude, I would be taking six thousand dollars."

"Ahh!" Michael exclaimed.

"Relax," Angelina smiled as she playfully nudged him on his shoulders. "I am just fucking with you."

"Ooh," Michael breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he had sighed, a police car pulled over directly in their front, from the vehicle, two figures highlighted, a male and a female.

The male was about 5'5 in height, he was stocky and wore a brown hat. The female was slightly taller than him, like Angelina, she had an athletic build. Her blonde hair was packed in a ponytail.

"How did they find me?" Michael thought, sweat breaking off his forehead.

"I know what you are thinking, how did the cops find me," Angelina smiled, Michael staggered backward as he heard her "Actually, they weren't expecting to find you, it was me they came here for, you really have much to learn. I was in North Dakota and yet someone was giving me a case which was set in New York and still, you couldn't reason who my source could have been when the case was obviously linked with the Albrecht one. It was the cops, that's why I had to give you a quick reassurance so you don't think I intentionally turned you over."

"I... I would never think that, I know you love me too much to just let me get fucked like that," Michael stammers.

"I feel a lot of emotions towards you and love is certainly not one of them," Angelina answered sharply.

Michael could see the cops approaching him.

"From the distance they are and the cap I am wearing, they probably haven't noticed that it's me," Michael began thinking to himself. "I can use this as an opportunity to slip away, I am just gonna resort to one of my old tricks," Michael grinned to himself as he takes his phone from his left pocket.

"What are you doing?" Angelina asked with a neutral expression.

"Just watch," Michael said as he quickly turned his back, as he did, the two police officers stopped abruptly a few inches from his position.

"Angelina Hones," the male officer began.

"Grandma, what's Poppin?" Michael began, his back was still turned against the cops but he had changed his voice, it sounded forced and deeper. "Ooh no, you got involved in an accident, that's too bad, G-ma. Scratch that, wait mama! What are you saying, they gonna amputate your heart for real," Michael stomped his right leg in pretense frustration. The two police officers and Angeline now had their attention focused on him. "Ooh jeez, G-ma, if they take away that heart, you aren't gonna have another one, after all, we only got one of those. Don't let them do that to you, mama. I'mma ride up there and stop them, you gonna need that heart, mama," Michael now had a teary voice on. "The good Lord knows you need it, you have been a great G-ma to us all. I can't imagine how I would live without you, Lord have mercy. I am on my way, G-ma, just hang on till I get there."

Michael began to use his hands to wipe imaginary tears from his face as he turned at Angelina in such a way that the police officers wouldn't be able to see his face. "An...angel, I go...gotta go," he began crying. "My g-ma, she's in the hos... hospital, I n...need to go.."

"If you wanna be a good liar," came the female officer's voice. "First, try and be more innovative."

Michael turned yet still skillfully to look at the female officer's face and as he did, he quickly staggered back in fear.

"Mikey, I see you still remember me," she says with an evil smile. "The last time we were together, you told me your great grandma had to go for a brain transplant. I don't know how I believed you, I mean that isn't even possible."

"Sandra, I ain't lying," Michael had a shaky voice. "I'd rather die than lie to one as beautiful as you. My g-ma is gonna get her heart removed, I gotta stop them."

"That would have been a good excuse if this was still four months ago," Sandra had an even more evil smile on. "Except I did a little digging on you when you didn't call and I was feeling worried for your supposed great grandma. You were raised in foster homes your entire childhood life and the parents of each of those people who were supposed to be your guardians are deceased. So which imaginary Grandma are you talking about?"

"Fuck shit," Michael thought. "I gotta get outta here, it's only a matter of time before I am arrested." Michael quickly maneuvered his body as he tried to run but almost immediately, Angelina gave him a well-deserved kick right at the middle of his two legs straight at his testicles. Michael wore a teary expression as he fell to the ground.

"If you keep running away, it would only make you more suspicious," Angelina smiled without turning in his direction. "No need to be worried, I will prove you are innocent, just trust me. Besides, I just gave you an actual cause to wanna check in an hospital, your balls might be damaged."

As she said that, Sandra and the male officer moved over to Michael, Sandra grinned as she told him his miranda rights. Once she was done, he was cuffed. Bringing him to his feet, they moved him towards their vehicle.

"Before you go," Angelina began. "What's the name of the widow with the alleged murder case?"

"Mrs Marilyn, you should find her on Aves street, number 27," the male cop answered her without turning in her direction, he was definitely happy he had caught the suspect for the Albrecht case.

"Alright," Angelina smiled. "I will first check in with my potential client, then I will be taking a visit to the museum."

While Angelina was deciding what next step of action she would take, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps. It was coming from the side of the building where she was, and it was steadily approaching her position.

"If there's anything I have learned from my three years as a detective," She told herself. "It's that information is the most valuable asset anyone can ever have. A chance to gain knowledge that could later prove substantial must not be ignored, and also life is needed to utilize knowledge. I do not need to just get this information, I also have to stay alive. Therefore, it's time I resort to the other method."

As fast as she could, she removed a gun from her bag, it was the same gun she had emptied the clip earlier. She quickly inserted the clip in and as fast as she could, she fired a few shots in the air.

Immediately, pandemonium erupted. People began to run everywhere frantically. The person who was approaching the building heard the shots. He was a tall man of roughly 190 centimeters, he was dressed in a black overall, the details of his face was hidden under the cap that he wore.

He dashed to the building but it was too late, whosoever fired the bullet had vanished. What was left before the door was the dead body of the man who had tried to subdue Angelina earlier, and the body of the woman that was married to the guard who had been killed.

"This is bad," he muttered to himself.

Angelina ran as fast as she could, she had found a way to mix with the crowd, she passed by the assassin while she was running outside. She would have loved to identify him but he hid his appearance, he was a good killer. He knew how important keeping a low profile was.

Angelina stopped when she had gotten to the subway, she bent down as she kept panting.

After taking a few deep breaths, she got to her feet and looked at the phone. The person who had called was Rob-1, he had sent a message which read;

"Hey, Bobby. Why don't u pick, found this chick, she is totally into u. Meet at the usual hangout by 5. Don't be late, hahaha, just kidding, come anytime you want."

"This shouldn't be too difficult," she told herself. "Now, I just need to find out where the hangout is. I have two names which would aid me in that, Bobby and Rob-1."

She felt her stomach rumbling, she hadn't eaten anything since the day began. "But before I do that, I have to get something to eat. I will pay Mikey a visit before then, see how he's doing."

Michael was dressed in black and white overalls, A warden was escorting him to a cell. His two arms had been cuffed. "You know," Michael began. "I can't help but think you guys don't like me."

The warden shot him a sarcastic look but he didn't say anything. "I mean, fucking come on. When you white ass bastards get arrested, y'all first get into a nice comfy slammer in the station. Why the hell am I being escorted to a fucking cell when the judge hasn't given a verdict? Who does that?"

"Have you looked into the mirror lately?" The warden finally spoke.

"Yeah, I do, and damn I look good."

"Well, you look that way to yourself but not to the rest of us. No judge in New York is going to give you anything short of ten years imprisonment, and no reasonable lawyer in this part of the city will be willing to take your case."

"True that."

"So I think you can understand why we are putting you here. It's no use locking you in a station when you will eventually wind up in the slammer. You should thank those two cops who brought you here, they are helping you get accustomed here."

"I didn't kinda ask for that help," Michael sighs. "I heard something about jail, something about men getting their asses rimmed. Please, tell me it's not true."

"Relax kid," the warden gave out a hearty laugh as if to assure him that all would be well. "What do you think? That everyone in jail is a bunch of savages, that we just sit back and let the stronger convicts bully the weaker convicts, and have sex with them against their will..."

"Whoo, that's a relief," Michael sighs.

"...Cause if that's what you are thinking, then you are absolutely correct." The Warden ended with an evil grin. "In prison, there are two kinds of people; those who give the D and those who get it. There are many white Meatheads here who love black asses. Most of the negros we had, committed suicide out of intense trauma so there's high demand for black asses nowadays, you are going to fit in here quite nicely."

The warden ends, moving over to a door, he unlocks it and motions for Michael to come. Michael was shivering, he was afraid. He was going to get fucked in jail. When he got to the warden, the warden unlocked his cuffs.

"About what you said earlier, please tell me you are joking," Michael asked with what he hoped was a pitiful face as he entered the cell.

"You will have your reply after your bath tomorrow. Piece of advice, make sure there's only one guy around when you drop the soap," The warden grinned, locking the door. He gave an evil laugh as he walked away.

"He's probably just doing that to scare me," Michael reassures himself. "Jokes on him, cause I ain't scared at all," he turns behind him. A tall white bald muscular man was sitting on the lower bunk. He got to his feet, he was over seven feet tall, there was a tattoo of a lion drawn all over his face, he walked towards Michael.

Michael could feel his body shivering, he struggled to maintain his demeanor but it was difficult when such a hunky meathead was coming towards him.

"It's been a while since I tasted black meat," he began, raising his arm, he groped Michael's ass. "I can't wait to savor you."

Michael jumped back, using the door of the prison cell, he used it to propel himself in the air, and with all the force he could muster, he connected a punch to the White man's jaw.

The White man was unfazed, he looked as if he wasn't hit at all.

Michael could feel his knees buckling against each other. The white man swung his right arm, it connected to Michael's face sending his body sprawling towards the ground.

The white man turned in his direction, there was a devious smile on his face. Michael did a kip-up as he quickly got to his feet, he could feel sweat breaking from his forehead, he struggled to maintain eye contact.

What could he do against this behemoth?

(Meanwhile);

Angelina was walking along an alleyway, she had just left the police station. Apparently, her partner had not been detained in the station, like every other suspect that would be put on trial. He had been unlawfully transferred to the state prison. She had to get to her partner as fast as possible, she knew Michael, he was very good at sneaking things in. She was confident Michael had snuck some money into prison.

"Hehe," Angelina heard a masculine voice, she looked before her. There was a dirty hobo in front of her, he reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. Angelina struggled not to puke, behind her were two men with similar appearances.

"I don't know the way to the public bath if that's what you intend to ask me," She says bluntly.

"Her a'out you hav' a ba'h wich me, darl," the man in front of her spoke.

"I am occupied at the moment," Angelina answers.

"Yer don't u'ddersand, he wusn't arking," came the voice of the man behind her.

"Her a'out we ra'e yer right now, and tek yer valubles," the last man spoke.

Angelina didn't reply, she maintained her position. The three men ran towards her at once. Angelina dove out of the way, she rolled on the ground, and as fast as she could, she pulled the Glock from her handbag.

Standing to her feet, she pointed her weapon at the three men.

"I think I will be the one taking your valuables today!" She ended with a flair of finesse.

"Aright, yer hard da lady," the tallest of the three men said.

The remaining two men grumbled, they removed knives from their pockets, and with their other arm, they pulled down their trousers, they were trying to slit off their genitals.

"Wait!" Angelina stopped them, she had an aghast look on her face. "What are you doing?"

"Yer said yer wunted our valubles."

"An' eerieone knos a man's valubles are his privates."

"Ooh God, not that kinda valuables," Angelina pats her head disappointedly. "Just hand over your money."

A few minutes later, Angelina came out of the alleyway, she was counting wads of cash. "I had seen those hobos staring at me earlier, it was apparent from their eye color, and the rapid movements that they were intoxicated. I just needed to go into a corner, I knew they would be stupid enough to think they could corner me. Once, I saw they had fallen for the bait, I just needed to play my cards right and now, I have a bit of cash. I will pay a visit to Michael, see how he's doing before I continue with the investigation."

Angelina quickly raised her right arm, a cab pulled over close to her, she entered into it, and the cab drove away. It stopped a few meters away from the state prison. "This is as far as I can go," The cab driver said.

"I know," Angelina said as she highlighted from the vehicle, she paid him, and afterward, he drove away.

Angelina kept walking until she came in front of the building. There was a a Caucasian man by the side of the gate.

"State your business," he began.

"I am here to see a prisoner," Angelina begins. "He goes by the name Michael Dicapprio. He was transferred today from the local police station."

"Sorry lady," The man at the gate says. "But visiting hours are 12 to 4. Come back tomorrow."

"You wanna do this legal?" Angelina narrowed her gaze at him. "We both know his transfer here was anything but legal, he's yet to be tried in the court of law. If I decide to take this legal, you and the rest of your troupe are looking at a good amount of jail time. Only that this time, you will be inside bars."

"You sure speak tough for a woman."

"Jude Hones," The man trembled at the mention of the name. Angelina noticed that, she smiled as she continued. "It's good you know that name. He's my elder brother, and I am sure you are pretty aware of what he can do and undo. Getting the best lawyers in the country is no hassle for him. Are you sure you wanna go down this road?"

"Look lady," The man began. "I don't want no trouble but regarding this, my hands are tied. If you can say you are here as his lawyer, I'd be able to whip up a meeting between you and him, think we can do that?"

"I will manage," she answers him.

(Meanwhile at State Prison);

Michael fell to the ground again, he had been trying for nearly an hour to topple the tall Caucasian muscle-bound man to the ground but he kept failing. It had gotten to a point where the white man had begun laughing when he saw how pathetic Michael was compared to his brute strength.

"Just relax," the white man had an evil smile. "I want to get a fresh taste. After tomorrow morning, the others would have gotten a taste and you wouldn't be so fresh anymore, I have to try it while it's still fresh."

"I don't care," Michael began panting as he got to his feet. 'That Linda bitch, if I knew this was what all these was gonna lead to. I would have never accepted her invite to that party but I gotta admit, the drinks were nice, and that stripper, damn, she got the sleekest moves.'

"I don't know if you have noticed," he laughed. "But what you care about isn't going to affect the outcome of this situation in the slightest."

"Not even with a little cash," Michael grins as he pulls out a wad of 50 dollars from his back pocket. "I heard they are really helpful in jail."

"Na, don't need it. I can easily bully some other weak idiot if I need anything."

"What about massages!" Michael tried to sound as enthusiastic as he could. "I give the best of it. Twenty minutes of my service and your back would be feeling as relaxed as never before."

"You make a tempting offer but what I want now is a way to relieve my sexual tension," He began as he walked towards him. "There are two ways to go about this. Willingly, that would be a lot of painless, and who knows, I might even throw in some nice styles, you will surely enjoy it. Or we could go the other way, and we both know that would be a pain in the ass for one of us."

"Pain in the ass," Michael grinned childishly. "I see what you did there. You ever thought about going into stand-up comedy."

"Don't try and distract me, you are in for it, you are gonna get rimmed tonight."

He began approaching Michael when a warden appeared before the cell; it was the same Warden that had escorted Michael earlier. He wore an evil smile, he had an idea of what had probably been going on.

"Relax, Hogan," the Warden said. "You'd soon have all the fun you want with him. Right now, the kid has got his lawyer waiting for him."

"So you wanna lawyer up," Hogan sneered at Michael. "I am surprised you were able to win the heart of any lawyer with your crappy pitch but one thing is sure, you aren't gonna win this case no matter how good your lawyer is. I will make you my bitch during your tenure in prison, you have my word."

"It's good to hear," Michael quickly ran towards the door. "But I think I would be taking my leave right about now."

Both Hogan and the warden let out a chuckle, seeing Michael act like that was amusing to say the least. The door was opened, and as fast as he could, Michael ran out.

"Relax," The warden told him. "You are going to get the D whether you like it or not. Your product is sort of in high demand."

"What about if I don't wanna sell?"

"I don't think you get to decide that here. It's the consumers who decide that. I didn't know you were rich enough to afford such a hottie like that."

"What do you mean?" Michael asked, the warden came behind him, and cuffed his two arms together.

"Come on, don't play dumb with me. I saw your lawyer, she's hot as fuck. She has got this nice ass, and these voluptuous tits, when I saw that chick, I was like Fuuuck."

"Must have been one of those bitches I rimmed at Linda's party, I wonder how she got my contact," Michael thought to himself as he put up his most flirty smile. "It's me, man, what do ya expect," Michael grinned at the warden. "Tell you what, if you escort me to a better cell where I don't always have to deal with that bastard. Preferably, one with a shorter and weaker person, I might just get you to have a fall in with the hottie."

"Alright, I got you, man," The warden grinned. "We got a deal."

'Fortune favors the bold,' Michael smiles to himself. He and the warden have soon passed across a corner.

He looked in the distance, there was an empty table, standing at one end of the table was Angelina and the other seat was empty.

"Fuck!" Michael blurted out.

"See, even you gotta say fuck, that's how hot this bitch is," The warden grins maliciously as he begins to uncuffs Michael.

Michael swallowed as hard as he could, he walked over to her. "Angel, what's popping?"

"Lemme guess, you promised the warden he would get to sleep with me," Angelina narrowed her gaze at him as if trying to penetrate through his soul.

"It would appear that way," Michael said as he took a seat. "You look like a wreck. What happened to you?"

"Turns out my clientele wasn't as it seemed. I nearly got killed twice today."

"Tell me you got a lead, at least."

"You should know me by now. In any case, I always got a lead."

"Alright, that's assuring. I will try, and convince the warden that he won't be getting coochy from you till like two days later. You have got to solve this case before then and get me the fuck outta here."

"Are you trying to take a commandeering tone with me?" She asked. "Last I checked, all this is your fault."

"How? The stuff went down in New York and we was perfectly happy in New Dakota. You was the one who insisted we got our asses down here just cause you needed a few mula."

"I am guessing you are yet to inhale the true life of prison," Angelina shifted closer to him. "Cause when you do, your tone would be different. I will put a halt to this investigation for a week, then when I come back, depending on your tone, I would know if I should permanently stop or resume the case."

"Come on!" Michael sighs tiredly. "Forgive my earlier outbursts. I nearly got raped today, and I have a feeling it's only gonna get worse from here. To be honest, I am scared."

"Now, who's a pained bitch?" Angelina laughed.

"I am."

"Good answer."

"So will you help me?"

"I sorta don't have a choice, the meeting with the clientele was a bait, I am also a target."

"This sucks."

"Don't worry," Angelina gets to her feet. "I am gonna solve this mystery but before I go, you have any idea who could be the mastermind behind this?"

"Linda invited me to the party where I stole the necklace before I was eventually caught. If you can get an audience with her, I am sure you would get the information you are looking for."

"Great, that information would be quite useful," Angelina grinned as she walked out, she looked in the warden's direction and shot him a flirty wink. The warden turned in Michael's direction, he shot thumb-ups in his direction.