“You let him fuck you,” Aquilla stated. Was that part of her job? Did her peers know about that? She knew for a fact she enjoyed the hell out of it. She got off too, that was a fact obviously she was there when it happened, she witnessed it. She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as she leaned against the table and crossed her ankles. “I’ve done many things to get what I was after.” She stopped talking about it and changed the subject quickly when Agent Malone entered carrying coffee. The other agent came in with two more, and another one followed carrying the portable fingerprint scanner.
Aquilla laughed when he wouldn’t hand her the cup of coffee to her. He set it on the table. The stupid fuck was afraid of her. She took the coffee and sipped it with all eyes on her. They looked at her like some sort of psychopath, waiting for her to go crazy wild on one or all of them.
“I’m Darren, can I scan your fingerprints now?” the balding man holding the portable scanner asked.
“You’re not touching me. Seri can do it,” Aquilla offered, being difficult.
“I told you, it’s Sarah,” she stated, taking the scanner from the man.
Aquilla stayed standing, offering her middle finger first. “I like Seri better. Sarah sounds like a crybaby pussy. I think Seri sounds more like a badass.”
Seri smiled, replacing her middle finger with her index finger. Aquilla let her scan all ten of her fingers, picked up her coffee, and sat back on the sofa. The balding man, Darren, took the scanner and plugged it into the laptop on the table. She wasn’t worried. They weren’t going to find shit. She had never even been close to a police officer or a Goddamned Fed. This was so fucked up. If she ever ran into Valdez again, she would cut his nuts off and stuff them in his mouth for leaving her.
Another female came in with a box of doughnuts. Aquilla hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she saw the food. She hadn’t eaten anything since her ice cream cone treat, which turned out to not be such a treat after all. The sugary pastry was something odd, she wasn’t sure about it, she never really ate stuff like that. Red meat was something else she had never eaten red meat before. Her father didn’t allow it. They had seafood, vegetables, and fresh fruits. Fruit was their delicacy. He didn’t even have a good reason for it. When he had been a young man, he ate a burger and fries at some restaurant. She couldn’t remember where, but he got food poisoning and refused to eat red meat from that day on. Of course, he controlled what the cooks prepared, rearing Julius and her to eat what he dictated.
She did eat pizza once with her friends. She was sick the whole night, afraid to tell her father what she had eaten. She guessed her system just wasn’t used to the processed food.
She nibbled on the doughnut, but didn’t care much for it. It was so sweet and made her feel sick almost immediately. Seri didn’t eat hers either. She noticed her take two bites and place it back in the box. She wasn’t surprised. She didn’t get that body from eating doughnuts.
“Agent Strokes,” Darren alarmingly called from behind the laptop. Aquilla studied his face. He looked pale, his eyes were wide, and he looked as though someone had just hit him in the chest with a ball bat, knocking the wind right out of him. He grasped the top of his shirt in a clinched fist.
Aquilla watched Seri walk behind him with the same expression as she read whatever the fuck he had found.
“Fuck!” Seri muttered, barely perceptible.
What the hell was going on? Aquilla wanted to get up and look for herself. She couldn’t move. She was in a frozen state. Something was happening. This couldn’t possibly get anymore fucked up than it already was, could it?
“Quill, come here,” Seri requested.
Aquilla cautiously got up and walked to the table, while Agent Malone pulled a chair out for her to sit. She unquestionably needed to sit after that gunshot wound to the head.
Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw in front of her. This was something that she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams. This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. She looked over her shoulder to Seri. Seri squeezed her arm in a comforting fashion.
Aquilla looked back to the same picture that Seri had shown her from the newspaper clipping. It was her. She knew it was her, but that wasn’t her name. Shelby Rae Rimmer. Who the hell was that? She quickly scanned the article.
Authorities released a statement late Sunday evening stating that there are no known witnesses and no known suspects in the kidnapping of little three year old Shelby Rimmer. Sargent Wilcox explained in a Sunday press conference that the mother, 24 year old Elizabeth Rimmer, attended the festivities with her two daughters, who both sat in a double stroller.
Apparently Mrs. Rimmer had placed the child, who sat in front of her one year old sister, back in the stroller multiple times. She stated that she turned her back, waving to her husband, who was meeting his family for the celebrations. Mrs. Rimmer is not sure if the child was taken from the seat or if she had climbed out again.
A spokesman for the FBI is urging anyone with information that could help in finding the girl to please contact the New York Police Department. A $50,000 reward is being offered in the case of the missing New York child. Local attorney Greg Wilson said that calls were pouring in from private citizens and businesses wishing to make donations, which has added up to the generous reward.
Investigators searched for the toddler throughout the holiday weekend, coming up empty. The numerous calls were plentiful, but did little to help aid in the finding of little Shelby Rimmer.
Aquilla was going to be sick, and not from the doughnut. She was kidnapped? Why? Why would her father take her away from her family? She felt like she couldn’t breathe, like the air had just been sucked from the room.
“I want to go to my room,” she said, staring blankly at the screen.
“Um, I don’t think so,” Agent Dick Face replied.
“Come on, I’ll go with you,” Seri offered. Aquilla knew they weren’t going to let her go alone. She wasn’t sure why. Where was she going to go?
Seri followed her to her room. She lay across her bed, trying to wrap her mind around what she had just learned. She didn’t understand it. What the hell was going on? He kidnapped her? Why?
Seri sat on the padded bench by the window. She didn’t try to talk to Aquilla and sat in silence, texting on her phone. Aquilla was sure she was texting Agent Malone. She lay there for at least an hour in muteness. She wasn’t sure what she was even thinking, if anything at all. It was all unfathomable. She had a mother, a father and a sister.
“Fuck,” Seri quietly said. She snapped her eyes up to Aquilla. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“What?” Aquilla asked, sitting up.
“Nothing, Quill, just try to relax. We’ll figure this out.” Sarah felt absolutely horrible for the girl. She couldn’t imagine what she was going through. This was her ninth drug case. Every time she stopped the drug lords from being able to disburse drugs to the street was liberating. There was nothing liberating about this case.
“Tell me, Seri,” Aquilla demanded.
Seri stood and ran her fingers through her hair. “You’re only seventeen, Quill.”
“No, I’m not, I turned 18 almost four months ago.”
“Aquilla turned 18. You’re not Aquilla. You are Shelby Rimmer and you just turned 17 a couple of weeks ago. Fuck,” Seri said again.
Aquilla looked at her puzzled. “You just told me that I was 17 and you’re the one freaking the fuck out. What the hell, Seri?”
Seri frantically danced around the floor. “Quill, if you just turned 17 that means you were only 16 when I was here.”