New
Orleans. A city rich in tradition, diversity, and on the comeback trail from
hurricane Katrina. Francois “Frankie” Choteau, a resident of this town, a cop
with a hot temper and low tolerance for bs. Kajika Fortier, a transplant from
Oklahoma came here looking for a dream and unfortunately it’s turned into a
nightmare. On a hot summer night, they meet and cross paths during a very
difficult situation. Despite this, the attraction between them is evident and loneliness
for both men is a fate worse than death. They’d both like a chance at happiness
but the cost might be too high of a price to pay.
Unedited Excerpt (In this scene, Kajika and the Detective meet!)
“Fuckin’ hell! Anotha homicide to add to
the long list!” Frankie shifted gears in the El Camino disguised as a police
car and turned on the siren. “That’s like the third one this week ain’t it?”
“Yep.” Kenina only nodded and stared
blankly out the front window.
Frankie noticed her change in demeanor
since their conversation and blinked once before turning his attention back to
the road. “You got the particulars, Kenie?”
“Yeah, Sampson says white male in his
upper fifties with a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. There’s a
witness present though, a younger man who claims to be the decedent’s fiancĂ©e.”
“Really? Is Sampson sure about it being
self-inflicted?”
“Well that’s our job to find out, right?
I mean we are in homicide,” she snapped.
“Look gal, don’t get’cha thong all up in
a bunch, I just asked the question. Just because it appears to be done by the dead person don’t mean shit!”
“It’s just an observation by the man on
the beat, alright? I think he’s experienced enough to make that judgment.”
“Nah, I don’t think so, chere.” Frankie
shook his head and made a left on Vine. He slowed the car when a small crowd of
onlookers came into view. “Shit, what took ‘em so long to call? Channel eight’s
already here.”
“I dunno, I guess we’ll find out when we
talk to Sampson, hmm?” Her emerald green gaze met his and she cocked an
eyebrow.
Frankie pursed his lips and rolled his
eyes. “Yeah we will. We’ll talk later, babe. I know our lil’ chat is buggin’
ya.”
“Yeah, it is, but nothin’ I can’t
handle.” Kenina shoved the door open then slammed it behind her.
“Shit.” Frankie could only shake his
head and get out the vehicle to follow his partner. Right now, they’d have to
put their regular feelings aside to tackle this new case that just popped up out
of nowhere.
And
I thought this would be a quiet night!
As they made their way through the
throng of people, they flashed their badges, both yelling, homicide on their
way to the address. Frankie stopped a moment and glanced at the mansion that
looked like one of the plantation houses his granny talked about in her old
southern tales. “Hmph, nice. And what happened here?” Why all of sudden did the
crime in New Orleans reach the well to do part of town too? Seemingly, most of
them occurred in the inner city or around the quarter. Robberies and assaults
around the Louie Cemetery, murders closer to the Dome in downtown Nola.
Rarely did violence happen in the Garden
District so if they stayed with that assumption, this could very well be a
suicide but Frankie always kept his first thought; things didn’t always look as
easy as they seemed.
Frankie yanked the police tape and allowed
his partner Kenina to go under first.
“Thanks,” she said dryly and headed up
the white stairs to go through the open door.
Frankie didn’t respond. Instead, he kept
his eyes peeled for any clues and took out his notebook. Once the two of them
made it inside, Officer Ted Sampson and his partner David Mulroney came into
view. Once of them asking a young man something while the other was busy taking
notes.
“Hey Sampson, Mulroney. What’cha got so
far?” Kenina nodded at the man they were questioning.
Frankie however stopped dead in his
tracks. The sounds of people outside, the snaps of the camera, and any other
noises fell on deaf ears. Who is this? No
way was he checking out the witness in a homicide case but his cock betrayed
him and told Frankie otherwise.
Long silky black hair with reddish brown
tips, a narrowed face with high cheekbones, a perfect nose, and slim lips. And
those eyes, beautiful wild brown eyes, flowing lashes just like a chick. God was he pretty! The man’s flesh a
perfectly sun kissed bronze, and even though the rest was covered with a white
terry cloth robe, Frankie could tell he worked out regularly.
Damn.
“This man here says he heard the
gunshots and found the victim slumped in the chair, already dead with a gunshot
wound to the head. I guess this would be a suicide.”
“Maybe.” Kenina strolled closer to the
young man and nodded in his direction. “Detective Kenina Porter, New Orleans
Homicide.” She showed her police badge. “What’s ya’ name kid?”
“Kajika…Kajika Fortier.” The witness’ voice
creaked, sounded shaken. His hands trembling and his face visibly wet from
tears. Right then Frankie wished he could just stroke his head and hold the
man, telling him everything would be okay.
“Pretty name, Kajika. I like that a lot.
You mind if we ask ya’ a couple of questions? I know it’s been a rough night
for ya’ honey but we need to make sure we get all the facts straight.”
Pretty
name for a beautiful man.
Frankie couldn’t stop gawking but he had to so Sampson and Mulroney
wouldn’t notice the attention he was paying to the guy. He dropped his gaze to
the notebook and listened intently to Kenina ask Kajika some questions.
“Here’s some notes we already took,
man.” Mulroney patted Frankie’s back as he passed by. We’ll go and see if we
can gather up any information form the people outside. See if they heard or so
anything.” Sampson followed his partner close behind and Frankie only grunted
to let them know he was listening. If he didn’t know any better he would’ve
thought the two men were romantically linked but their constant homophobic
jokes at the station told him otherwise.
“Kajika, this is my partner Detective
Francois Choteau. We’ll go easy on ya’ this evening since this has been so
traumatic.”
Frankie locked eyes with the beauty and
moistened his lips.
Goddamn
he’s even hotter up close!
2 comments:
Oh, I like 'em pretty as well!! Sounds good so far!
@Rush. Ty I'm loving this story.
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