Circa' 1987-1989
"....She was short with full hips and small waist with smooth Carmel skin and perfect c-cup breast. Who was I kidding this girl was head turner...."
Michael Jackson about to start his BAD World Tour and a special girl has popped in...
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Chapter 34: "Undercover Shadows"
December 25, 1987 New Orleans, Louisiana Authors POV
As the Impala cut through the city's nocturnal ambiance, the trio entered a zone of anticipation and uncertainty. The rhythmic hum of the engine seemed to synchronize with the pulsating tension inside the car.
Maurice, always the strategist, began to outline the details of their plan. "We need to be smart about this. Stealth is key. We find the information we need, and we get out without leaving a trace." Russel, still skeptical but committed, nodded in agreement. "I ain't looking to catch no charges, D. This better be worth the risk."
Darren, fixated on the road ahead, responded with determination. "It will be worth it. Once we know who's messing with Amahle, we deal with him, and she comes back to me. Simple as that." As they approached Amahle's residence, the dimly lit streets added an eerie atmosphere to their covert mission. Darren parked the Impala a discreet distance away, ensuring they wouldn't attract unnecessary attention.
The trio exited the car, their shadows elongated by the faint glow of streetlights. The scent of marijuana lingered on their clothes as they moved with purpose towards Amahle's home. The night held its breath, awaiting the unraveling of secrets.
The plan was set in motion, and as they approached the dimly lit house, the unknown awaited them like a hidden chapter in the unfolding drama of their intertwined lives. "Are you sure they not home" Russ whispered Darren, he nodded "Rhonda always does this when they go away" he assured, fidgeting with one of the window panels in an attempt to pry it off quietly.
As Darren managed to open the window, the trio slipped into the darkened house one by one, their senses heightened. The unknown awaited them like a hidden chapter, and the unfolding drama of their intertwined lives took a new turn within the walls of Amahle's residence.
The rhythmic hum of the engine that had accompanied them earlier was replaced by the creaking floorboards under their careful steps. Each room held the potential for discovery as they delved deeper into the heart of the mysterious situation, driven by the desire to unravel the secrets that bound them together. The group the decided to spilt ways, Darren went into Amahle room, Maurice scoped out Rhonda's room and Russel went into Sanaa's room.
As Darren enter Amahle room, overwhelming emotions or anger and sadness took over, who did she think she is leaving him he thought to himself. He went through her clothes drawer, her closet, and every corner of the room, searching for any clues that might reveal the identity of the person interfering in Amahle's life. The dim light filtering through the curtains cast shadows across the room as Darren meticulously investigated, not realizing he was being watched.
Darren made his way over to Amahle nightstand desk, he pulled open the nightstand drawer roaming through it, as he did this something caught his eye, a lightly faded concert ticket that he couldn't make out, it was odd to him, he knew that Amahle couldn't afford to go to anything like that, he rolled his eyes and was about to through it back into the nightstand until he noticed a picture.
