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Cian and the children...
She adjusts herself before beginning, “Firstly, I know everything. My mother doesn’t keep things from me like most mothers would and she said for my protection and Henri’s I had to know this and we had to devise a plan. She told me that if anything strange occurred and she went somewhere and didn’t return I was to take Henri and hide in the upstairs closet. He would have stayed quiet if I hadn’t been making faces at him to keep him entertained.” She stops and smiles at the boy, but soon resumes. Estella and I are in enraptured awe of the mature young lady.
“She said I was to wait for Cian to arrive and I would know when he does, because of his boots. Sorry, dude that is a distinct sound.” She smiles and I return the gesture. “I was supposed to come out and he would take care of things.”
I can feel Estella taking offense to Babet’s directions for Scarlet; after all she was family, not me. I look to Estella who knows at this moment to relax and listen.
“Where did your mother go?” I ask.
“She yelled from the bottom of the stairs that she would be back and to come watch Henri, when I came downstairs she was gone. I figured she was taking her drive.”
“What do you mean, her drive?”
“My mom likes to get away sometimes, she did this when Griffin was around too but she was usually only gone, maybe an hour at the most.”
Estella chimes in, “Where does she go?”
“She drives the 90; I’ve been with her once, when she and Griffin were fighting. She likes to drive really fast and listen to her music extremely loud. When she left tonight it was just before dusk, after an hour had passed and she didn’t come back, I grabbed Henri and hid.”
Estella and I take this all in and I recall Babet’s bath time activities and her drive to pick up the children from Griffin’s mother. The speed she was driving and her accuracy on the road indicated this was a habitual thing for Babet. I am proud yet slightly disappointed she felt the need to devise a plan for her children should something out of the ordinary happen. This proved to me that the young mother only trusted us at arm’s length.
Estella rises from the floor, Scarlet, Henri and I all watch as she visibly gathers herself, “I’m going to try again.”
She walks to the bottom of the stairs where Babet called to her daughter and began her trance to seek information. Her eyes go milky white and she puts her hands in front of her to feel the air and energy. She takes a deep breath and forces her gift from her body. I glance over to Scarlet who is just as enamored with Estella as she was with the teenager moments ago. Henri also watches and giggles occasionally.
“Oh baby! I got something!” Estella howls into the air. “I smell something familiar, I brought it out with me Cian, come over here.”
I walk over to where Estella is a virtual statue, “You recognize that?” She says looking to me, a glint of accomplishment in her eyes.
I take a gargantuan whiff of the air around Estella, “Aye, that is Romeo.” I turn and mimic her smile.
She looks behind her to the children and I do so as well, Scarlet is officially okay with us. She is smiling from ear to ear, “Do you know where my mom is?”
“We think we do and we are going to find out, but we have to get you both somewhere safe. If we leave you here, whoever took your mom may come back for you.” I say gingerly before asking, “Can you call Griffin’s mother, can we take you and Henri to her?”
Her face drops, “No!” It’s a response from Scarlet I don’t expect, she is adamant and I wonder why.
“Okay, can you tell me why?” I ask.
“She hates me, if you want to take Henri there, I will go with you to drop him off but I am not staying with that bitch.” Scarlet shakes her head and looks up to me and Estella, pleading in her eyes.
Estella never misses a beat, “Well, that settles that. Cian I don’t think we should separate them.”
“And where pray tell would you suggest taking them, the grandmother’s house is out, Babet’s friends Frankie and Molly that is a no go, and no need to involve them further. We cannot take them to the club…”
“I guess we are heading to your warehouse?” Estella asks cautiously and she can see I am less than fond of the idea. In fact I fucking hate it, but I of course relent.
“I suppose so, Scarlet how fast can you be ready to go?” I ask turning back to her.
The girl shoots up from the couch and opens a hall closet, on the floor behind the door are two black duffle bags, she scoops down to grab them and she then quickly shut the door, “We’re ready.”
Estella and I look at each other dumfounded at the extent Babet has gone to for her children’s safety.
I take a deep breath, “Okay, let’s go. Scarlet, where are your mom’s car keys?”
“They’re in her purse on the counter in the kitchen.” The teenager, turned temporary mother, picks up her brother as Estella fishes out Babet’s keys.
“Scarlet, you may want to visit the little girl’s room before you go, Cian doesn’t own a toilet.” Estella suggests.
The teenage girl looks over at me and I think I am about to be chastised by someone so young, but she smiles and shrugs her shoulders. She puts the bags down and places Henri on the floor. She turns on her heel and bolts upstairs. Before long she is back. “Ready.” She says confidently.
“Got the keys, let’s go.” Estella already has the front door open.
We secure Audubon, even though I want to burn this fucker to the ground. That little human bastard is going to pay, but I have to remember, he is not working on his own accord. Madliene is way past beginning to rub me the wrong way, but this has to be my straw. My back is broken and once the children are settled I am going to fucking kill that cunt.
I make a right onto Calliope and I can see in my haste I forgot to turn the overhead lights off at the warehouse, and I am not the only one who notices this.
There is a New Orleans police car in front of my haven. I attempt to park out of sight but because of the desertion of the area, on foot patrol he hears the engine of Babet’s Audi A6 and crests the corner.
Immediately he sees us and makes a bee-line for the car. I can feel Estella tensing up and becoming angry the closer Officer Dumas gets to the car. I am mirroring her emotions; this situation is going to waste more time.
“Rein it in Estella, let me handle this.” I say to her, she straightens herself as I roll the driver’s side window down to talk to the policeman. “Evening Officer.” I am so fucking charming but he’s not buying it.
“What are you folks doing out here?” His tone is arrogant and I feel Estella mounting.
I grab her hand like a husband would do and turn back to the Officer, “We were checking out the area, I heard these renovated warehouses are fantastic loft apartments. I think we made a wrong turn somewhere back there.” I chuckle, increasing the ruse of human absentmindedness.
The Officer immediately becomes friendly, so much so, he gets comfortable placing his hand on the door and I internally sigh in relief, “Oh yeah, my cousin is working on those. I heard they’re expensive though, shoo wee.”
We all laugh but he’s not finished with us. I look in the rear view; Scarlet has her own ruse cooking. The ruse of a cell phone addicted teenager, it’s not a far stretch. Henri has fortunately fallen asleep in his car seat.
“Say, you ain’t from around here are ya?” He laughs at his cleverness.
“Uh, no sir I am Scottish but my lovely wife is a local.” I draw this statement out to hopefully grab his attention, it works. I have him in my gaze, he’s putty. I place my hand on his, “Officer Dumas, you have secured this area. The lights in the warehouse are a malfunction of wiring. You may go now.”
Officer Dumas is pliable, “Yeah…you, you folks have a nice evening.” He says staggering off toward his cruiser. I turn to Estella and smile, Scarlet in my rearview is also smiling. We wait for Officer Dumas to vacate the premises, we then exit the car. I take the children’s duffle bags as Scarlet retrieves Henri from his seat, the baby still fast asleep. Estella cradles her arm around the two as we enter, quickly closing the door behind us.
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“She said I was to wait for Cian to arrive and I would know when he does, because of his boots. Sorry, dude that is a distinct sound.” She smiles and I return the gesture. “I was supposed to come out and he would take care of things.”
I can feel Estella taking offense to Babet’s directions for Scarlet; after all she was family, not me. I look to Estella who knows at this moment to relax and listen.
“Where did your mother go?” I ask.
“She yelled from the bottom of the stairs that she would be back and to come watch Henri, when I came downstairs she was gone. I figured she was taking her drive.”
“What do you mean, her drive?”
“My mom likes to get away sometimes, she did this when Griffin was around too but she was usually only gone, maybe an hour at the most.”
Estella chimes in, “Where does she go?”
“She drives the 90; I’ve been with her once, when she and Griffin were fighting. She likes to drive really fast and listen to her music extremely loud. When she left tonight it was just before dusk, after an hour had passed and she didn’t come back, I grabbed Henri and hid.”
Estella and I take this all in and I recall Babet’s bath time activities and her drive to pick up the children from Griffin’s mother. The speed she was driving and her accuracy on the road indicated this was a habitual thing for Babet. I am proud yet slightly disappointed she felt the need to devise a plan for her children should something out of the ordinary happen. This proved to me that the young mother only trusted us at arm’s length.
Estella rises from the floor, Scarlet, Henri and I all watch as she visibly gathers herself, “I’m going to try again.”
She walks to the bottom of the stairs where Babet called to her daughter and began her trance to seek information. Her eyes go milky white and she puts her hands in front of her to feel the air and energy. She takes a deep breath and forces her gift from her body. I glance over to Scarlet who is just as enamored with Estella as she was with the teenager moments ago. Henri also watches and giggles occasionally.
“Oh baby! I got something!” Estella howls into the air. “I smell something familiar, I brought it out with me Cian, come over here.”
I walk over to where Estella is a virtual statue, “You recognize that?” She says looking to me, a glint of accomplishment in her eyes.
I take a gargantuan whiff of the air around Estella, “Aye, that is Romeo.” I turn and mimic her smile.
She looks behind her to the children and I do so as well, Scarlet is officially okay with us. She is smiling from ear to ear, “Do you know where my mom is?”
“We think we do and we are going to find out, but we have to get you both somewhere safe. If we leave you here, whoever took your mom may come back for you.” I say gingerly before asking, “Can you call Griffin’s mother, can we take you and Henri to her?”
Her face drops, “No!” It’s a response from Scarlet I don’t expect, she is adamant and I wonder why.
“Okay, can you tell me why?” I ask.
“She hates me, if you want to take Henri there, I will go with you to drop him off but I am not staying with that bitch.” Scarlet shakes her head and looks up to me and Estella, pleading in her eyes.
Estella never misses a beat, “Well, that settles that. Cian I don’t think we should separate them.”
“And where pray tell would you suggest taking them, the grandmother’s house is out, Babet’s friends Frankie and Molly that is a no go, and no need to involve them further. We cannot take them to the club…”
“I guess we are heading to your warehouse?” Estella asks cautiously and she can see I am less than fond of the idea. In fact I fucking hate it, but I of course relent.
“I suppose so, Scarlet how fast can you be ready to go?” I ask turning back to her.
The girl shoots up from the couch and opens a hall closet, on the floor behind the door are two black duffle bags, she scoops down to grab them and she then quickly shut the door, “We’re ready.”
Estella and I look at each other dumfounded at the extent Babet has gone to for her children’s safety.
I take a deep breath, “Okay, let’s go. Scarlet, where are your mom’s car keys?”
“They’re in her purse on the counter in the kitchen.” The teenager, turned temporary mother, picks up her brother as Estella fishes out Babet’s keys.
“Scarlet, you may want to visit the little girl’s room before you go, Cian doesn’t own a toilet.” Estella suggests.
The teenage girl looks over at me and I think I am about to be chastised by someone so young, but she smiles and shrugs her shoulders. She puts the bags down and places Henri on the floor. She turns on her heel and bolts upstairs. Before long she is back. “Ready.” She says confidently.
“Got the keys, let’s go.” Estella already has the front door open.
We secure Audubon, even though I want to burn this fucker to the ground. That little human bastard is going to pay, but I have to remember, he is not working on his own accord. Madliene is way past beginning to rub me the wrong way, but this has to be my straw. My back is broken and once the children are settled I am going to fucking kill that cunt.
I make a right onto Calliope and I can see in my haste I forgot to turn the overhead lights off at the warehouse, and I am not the only one who notices this.
There is a New Orleans police car in front of my haven. I attempt to park out of sight but because of the desertion of the area, on foot patrol he hears the engine of Babet’s Audi A6 and crests the corner.
Immediately he sees us and makes a bee-line for the car. I can feel Estella tensing up and becoming angry the closer Officer Dumas gets to the car. I am mirroring her emotions; this situation is going to waste more time.
“Rein it in Estella, let me handle this.” I say to her, she straightens herself as I roll the driver’s side window down to talk to the policeman. “Evening Officer.” I am so fucking charming but he’s not buying it.
“What are you folks doing out here?” His tone is arrogant and I feel Estella mounting.
I grab her hand like a husband would do and turn back to the Officer, “We were checking out the area, I heard these renovated warehouses are fantastic loft apartments. I think we made a wrong turn somewhere back there.” I chuckle, increasing the ruse of human absentmindedness.
The Officer immediately becomes friendly, so much so, he gets comfortable placing his hand on the door and I internally sigh in relief, “Oh yeah, my cousin is working on those. I heard they’re expensive though, shoo wee.”
We all laugh but he’s not finished with us. I look in the rear view; Scarlet has her own ruse cooking. The ruse of a cell phone addicted teenager, it’s not a far stretch. Henri has fortunately fallen asleep in his car seat.
“Say, you ain’t from around here are ya?” He laughs at his cleverness.
“Uh, no sir I am Scottish but my lovely wife is a local.” I draw this statement out to hopefully grab his attention, it works. I have him in my gaze, he’s putty. I place my hand on his, “Officer Dumas, you have secured this area. The lights in the warehouse are a malfunction of wiring. You may go now.”
Officer Dumas is pliable, “Yeah…you, you folks have a nice evening.” He says staggering off toward his cruiser. I turn to Estella and smile, Scarlet in my rearview is also smiling. We wait for Officer Dumas to vacate the premises, we then exit the car. I take the children’s duffle bags as Scarlet retrieves Henri from his seat, the baby still fast asleep. Estella cradles her arm around the two as we enter, quickly closing the door behind us.
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