Nico didn’t immediately respond, and before long, his cell phone was ringing again. Mia asked him again not to answer it, and she bent down to her knees and began sucking on his dick and massaging his balls to keep his mind off anything but her.
***
Jasmine ended the call without leaving a message for Nico.
“I need my phone. He ain’t answering because he don’t pick up numbers he don’t recognize.”
None of the agents replied, and Jasmine decided to try Nico a second time, with no luck.
Jasmine didn’
t want to show it, but she was annoyed. She didn’t know what to make of it, but she didn’t want to assume anything.
“Jasmine, he’s not answering because he’s concerned with one thing, and that’s looking out for himself. You really need—”
“I really need my phone,” Jasmine said, cutting off Agent Battle.
“No. You really need to look out for yourself and seriously consider what we’re asking you to do.”
At that moment one of the agents who had left the room came back with Jasmine’s cell phone and her oversized Gucci bag, which he placed in her hands.
“You’re free to leave,” Agent Battle nonchalantly said, surprising Jasmine. She handed Jasmine her card. “Think about the evidence we have stacked against you. Think about your future and give me a call. But, either way, we’ll be in touch.”
Jasmine took hold of it, looked at it, and placed it inside her bag. She stood up and prepared to leave.
“Where’s the bathroom?” Jasmine asked.
Agent Battle told Jasmine to follow her, and she escorted her down the hall. Jasmine’s high heels echoed throughout the halls as she walked.
“When you’re done, you can take that elevator down to the lobby,” Agent Battle said, and she returned to her office.
Jasmine went inside the bathroom, washed her hands, and threw water on her face. She shook her head when she looked in the mirror and saw how ragged she looked with bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. She was thankful she had a pair of sunglasses in her bag. She reached for them and put them on before fixing her hair.
After she used the bathroom, she called Nico again. This time, after the third ring he picked up. A relieved half-smile appeared on her face before she sighed into the phone and spoke.
“Oh, my God, baby, where are you?” she asked, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
“Where the fuck you at?” Nico barked into the phone.
“What you mean, where am I at? I’m in the precinct.”
Nico hesitated before speaking. Jasmine’s words were echoing because she was still inside the bathroom, but he had no way of knowing that. He pushed Mia’s head away from his dick and motioned for her to stop pleasuring him.
“Why your phone echoin’ like that?”
“Nico, I don’t know. I just want to go home. Come get me.”
“Come get you? You with the lawyer?”
“Why are you asking me a million and one fuckin’ questions? Shit! Just come pick me up, so I can get the hell outta here. We’ll talk when I see you.”
“A’ight, I’ll hit you right back.”
Nico called his lawyer, and the lawyer explained to him that he was still trying to find out where Jasmine was. He told him that Jasmine wasn’t at the Midtown South Precinct when he got there and that the cops wouldn’t give him any information on her. Then he went to Central Booking and she wasn’t being held there. The Manhattan District Attorney’s office also wouldn’t give him any information.
After Nico ended the call with his attorney, he called Jasmine back. “Where they holding you at, baby?”
“Downtown, on Reade Street.”