Wifey: Part 2

Agent Battle paused, looked at Jasmine, and smiled.

When the door closed behind her, Jasmine buzzed the nurses’ station and asked them to bring her another painkiller. Within minutes, she popped the painkiller into her mouth, wondering when, if ever, she was going to hear from her man.

But her romantic thoughts about Nico were quickly replaced by thoughts of just how she was going to play both sides of the fence.

Twelve

Nico and BJ showed up together at the hospital to visit Jasmine, but when they got there, they were told that she had checked out about two hours earlier.

“Do you know who she was with when she left?” Nico asked the petite older white nurse with glasses and gray hair. She looked like she was definitely eligible for Social Security retirement benefits.

“Oh, sonny, I’m sorry, but I’m not at liberty to give you that kind of information,” she replied.

“No, it’s all good. See, I live with the patient. I could give you my address,” Nico said, trying to convince the lady to not be so tight.

The nurse looked at Nico and sighed. “Okay, let me see some ID, and I’ll see what I can do for you.?

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Nico rarely walked with ID and knew he didn’t have any on him at the time, but he made like he was checking for his driver’s license anyway.

“Without any ID, I’m afraid I won’t be able to give you any information. Privacy policies, you know.”

BJ went into his pocket. He always carried a wad of hundreds in his right pocket and smaller bills in his left pocket. He took hold of a crisp one hundred-dollar bill, folded it up, and discreetly slid it to her.

The nurse looked shocked when she saw that it was a hundred-dollar bill, but she played it off well. “What did you say your address was again?”

Nico smiled and gave her his address, and the old nurse started spilling everything, telling him that Jasmine’s parents had come to pick her up.

“And you said they left about an hour ago?”

The nurse nodded, and then she motioned for Nico to come closer.

“You two are kind of cute to be cops—Are you married?”

Nico and BJ smiled.

“Nah. We good, ma.”

“I have a granddaughter that would be perfect for either one of you. She works in Manhattan. She has a real good corporate job. And I am dying for her to meet somebody nice.”

“That’s all right, ma, we good, but thanks for the compliment. And good looking out with that info. That’s what’s up,” Nico replied.

And then he and BJ were off to Jasmine’s parents’ house in Southside Jamaica, Queens. Nico wanted to call Jasmine instead of seeing her, but he’d held back from doing so because he was certain that her phone was tapped.

It took them about thirty minutes to drive from the hospital in Manhasset, Long Island to South Side. BJ did all the driving, while Nico reclined in the front passenger seat of the all-white 760 BMW.

As soon as BJ pulled up to Jasmine’s house, they saw Jasmine and her mother and father out front talking to one of their neighbors. Nico could sense that there was going to be some kind of bullshit, so instead of getting out of the car, he had BJ pull to the curb and roll down the driver’s side window, since the driver’s side was closer to where Jasmine was standing.

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“Who the hell is that?” Jasmine’s father walked toward the car.

Jasmine, her hand bandaged and gauze on her neck, instantly recognized who it was, and a smile came to her face. She also walked toward the car.

“Jasmine, go in the house!” her father yelled, trying to restrain her from getting any closer to Nico. “I told you I don’t want this nigga coming to my house.”

Jasmine broke free of her father’s grip and made it to BJ’s car, but her father wouldn’t let up.