The Bancrofts 2: Tattered Tiara by Brenda Barrett

Author:Brenda Barrett [Barrett, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: United States, Christian, Mystery & Suspense, Romance, Christian Fiction, African American, Religion & Spirituality, Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00DYUM4MU
Publisher: Jamaica Treasures
Published: 2013-12-13T05:00:00+00:00

Micah had never in his life felt such a sense of fear. It was taking him over, even though he constantly told himself to be calm. He did not do anything. Deidra was a spoilt over-sexed girl who was bitter because she did not get her way.

So then, why were his hands trembling when he turned into his pothole lined driveway, and why did he feel so weak and frightened? Even his knees were trembling. When he got out of his car, he felt guilty, and he hadn't even done anything wrong!

He took deep breaths and waited for Natasha and her partner to stop near his car.

They got out of their car briskly and Micah looked at Natasha with new eyes. One night a couple weeks before, he had walked a student worker to her dorm and Natasha had been standing outside. He had called to her several times; eventually he touched when she didn't answer him. She had reacted lightning fast, almost bending back his thumb.

So, she was a police and she was also good at self-defense. His mind wandered back to the present. She stood in front of him with no emotion on her face and handed him a search warrant.

"Want to wait on your lawyer?" Natasha asked.

Micah shrugged. "Sure, why not? You do realize that Deidra has serious issues, don't you?"

Natasha and Tony looked at each other and then Natasha cleared her throat. "Micah, you don't have to tell us anything without counsel present. I just want to say though that rape is a serious offense and her father is on his way back to Jamaica from Barbados. He wants you locked up."

Micah shook his head. "She's lying."

"We will see what happens after the search," Natasha said quickly.

The lawyer was making his way up the driveway in his SUV. He eventually stopped near them and got out.

"You waited for me?" he asked, surprised.

He looked at Natasha and Tony. "I am not used to certain common courtesies from the police. The name is Fritz Gordon. He shook Natasha and Tony's hand."

"Okay, let's go." He patted Micah on his back as he headed to the front door and opened the house.

Micah stood on his wide verandah with the rotting boards and waited as they searched his house. There wasn't anything much for them to search. He didn't have much furniture. What he had in there were actually bits and pieces of damaged stuff from the previous owners. The only thing that he really had for himself in the place was a double pillow top king-sized bed.

He could hear the floorboards squeaking as they tramped over the noisy rotting boards. The search wouldn't take long, he was sure.

He sat on the rail of his front stoop; it was made of wood and rocking slightly. It was on the very bottom of his list of things to fix on the house, there were just so many other more important things to do. He could hear the willow trees with their mourning tune as the wind picked up.

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