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cyanide; an autopsy would never be able to determine the cause. You did well with Sharnice Brookes; but you sat in her home leaving your DNA all over the place. I burned the house down after her body dissolved.”
Jani’rah was shocked at what she was hearing, “But why would you sacrifice…”
“Because unlike everyone else, when I look at you Jani’rah I don’t see a monster. I see a sixteen-year-old girl who probably lost her soul when her parents were killed. I will add that your attitude sucks and your choice of business…”
“…isn’t any of your damn business!” Jani’rah snapped becoming upset. She knew this wasn’t the ideal way of living or making money.
Not wanting to upset Jani’rah any more, Daniel dropped the subject and brought up another one. “And Jani’rah, you forgot one. The star witness was Agent Braxton Leandri, also known as Larisse. I took care of her.”
“I let her in over a year ago; I’m ashamed to say I slipped. I let these muthafuckas catch me sleeping. Never again!”
Daniel agreed, “She was able to get numerous photos of you, recorded conversations of your transactions, and her testimony would have been the nail in your coffin.”
Jani’rah looked up at Daniel. “What happened to all of the evidence?”
“I told you I took care of it,” he replied reassuringly.
“Daniel, I thank you, but what’s going to happen to you and your job?” Jani’rah inquired.
“Nothing, I’ll go back to my office and start another case.”
The elevator doors opened and they both hesitated before stepping out. Jani’rah looked at Daniel. “Now what?”
*****
Cameras flashed and reporters rushed to Jani’rah as soon as she stepped outside. She was bombarded with questions.
“Did you have a hand in the disappearances?”
“How does it feel to walk free again?”
“What are your plans now?”
Jani’rah ignored their questions and shoved everyone out of her way. Another reporter jumped in front of her.
“Will you still operate the city’s biggest sex ring?”
Jani’rah stopped and looked directly into the cameras. “Of course I’ll still operate the sex ring. I recommend you ladies get one! It’s a fantastic piece for only $19.99 in my love boutique. It’s a vibrating ring that goes around your man’s dick and it feels, oh so marvelous while he’s beating the twat up! Come on people, sex is never going to disappear! It will always operate; now excuse me, I need to go have some myself!” She pushed through the crowd and looked over at Daniel; he winked at her and she smiled back.
She looked at her Maybach and saw Hanz holding the back door opened with a wide grin on his face. She smiled. She heard small shrieks throughout the crowd and was pushed forward by people running in an opposite direction.
“He has a gun! Oh my God, he’s going to kill her!” Someone shouted.
The well-dressed madman that was escorted from the courtroom earlier approached Jani’rah.
“You killed my babies; you took my daughters Sylvia and Sharnice from me!” He yelled before pointing a small .22 at her and pulling the trigger.
00:00:00
Tick, Tick, BOOM!
Rain lightly fell and hit patrons as they stood at Lakeview Cemetery to pay their final respects. An American flag covered the coffin of Daniel Morrow as it was slowly lowered into the ground for burial. Quiet sobs could be heard as everyone looked on and a priest gave his final remarks. Jani’rah watched from a distance with black Ray Ban shades covering her eyes. Although she was upset and felt a twinge of sadness, she didn’t shed a tear. She was grateful for Daniel jumping in the way of her bullet; he was a good man in her eyes, that’s why she paid for his funeral, the expensive casket and the monument for the grave site.
“They’ll be departing soon Madame.” Hanz warned her. Jani’rah didn’t want to be seen. She learned that Sharnice and Sylvia’s father, Samuel, had heavy connections and had put a bounty