9pm
Wednesday evening, Latoya and I continue to wait patiently for a moment of
sovereignty hoping not to be discovered. The petrified look upon Latoya’s face
was defiantly intimidating, and it jogged a lucent memory of the time when I
found Steven’s third victim. Cathy Hamilton, 29 years of age, no children,
never married. Cathy worked as a dental assistant to a close personal friend of
Steven’s. I found her body at a dog park I would frequently visit to clear my
mind when things became complicated between Steven and I. I remember walking
down one of the many walk paths and just as I came upon a split in the path, I see someone laid out on the grass near one of the
picnic tables. My first thought was that this person was hurt because their dog
was still trying to get their attention, but as I walked closer that someone
became a woman who had been lying in a pool of
blood. I yelled out to a couple of men I saw walking their dogs for help while
checking her pulse hoping she still had some life to her. The men tried giving
her CPR but resuscitating her was unsuccessful, luckily there was a police
officer driving by who responded. That was my first time viewing a deceased
person and yet at that moment I didn’t know she was affiliated with Steven. As
the story blossomed in the news, her death
became titled under foul play, and myself becoming a part
of the story because I found the victim. The more the story progressed the more
Steven enclosed me claiming sheltering from harm, but the more he so called
sheltered the more the authorities uncovered and I became a suspect.
Latoya
suddenly brings me out of my past state by saying “what is that?” We hear some
sort of banging noise coming out of Shelia’s bedroom along with a murmur sound.
As we continue to listen Latoya says “are they doing what I think there doing?”
Unbelievable… I guess I shouldn’t be upset, after all Shelia did me a favor.
Ten minutes goes by and the noises stop. There’s
a moment of silence that comes over the entire house. And in that moment Latoya
and I are beyond terrified, fearful to make any sudden moves. That moment
lasted more like 4 hours, and then suddenly we
hear a car alarm sound outside. It was Latoya’s car going off “Oh my god!
that’s my car, someone‘s messing with my car?” she said. “Can you turn it off
from here” I asked, as she fumbled with her purse looking for the keys, she forgot that our objective was to be quiet, and
her fumbling triggered Andre‘s ears. As Andre walks out of the bedroom into the hallway to get a clear sound, we froze like ice cubes;
we were so nervous watching through the cracked closet door. We watched as
Andre walked into the spare bedroom and just as he got close to the closet door
to make the discovery, his cell phone rings.
“Yeah! Man look, I gotta a problem I need help with. I know man I fucked up. It
just happened… I didn’t think. Yeah… naw I don’t have non left. Alright I’m on
my way” After he ended his call I watched him stare at the closet door as if we
were having a stare off. I just knew he saw me, and
then he left, walked back down the stairs and left out the house. Latoya
and I both gave a sigh of relief, “let’s get our
butts out of here and leave the happy couple be” said Latoya then it hit me.
All this time Shelia was in the house, when we came in she was here. Something
didn’t seem right, so I said “wait! Let’s check on Shelia.” Latoya was not
interested she was ready to go before Andre came back, but I didn’t feel right
about leaving without checking for myself.
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