F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1) (22 page)

“I see,” Seals said. “So the picture that
she took of you while she was blowing you was in retaliation for
the picture that you took of the girls that she went to school with
standing outside of the front door of her house? Looks like you
both liked to cause fuckery to each other.”

Taylor shook his head. “I wasn’t trying to
start anything with that. It wasn’t like she answered the door and
they started beating her up and I took a picture of that and posted
it. I just sent it to a friend just speculating what could’ve been
going on at her house. I actually thought those girls were friends
of hers,” he lied, since he knew that they weren’t.

“Well, we’ve talked to all
four of them, and they’re
not
her friends,” Seals informed him. She changed the
subject back to the picture. She pulled out a pen and slid it
across the table to Taylor. “Could you identify everyone in that
picture by putting their names above their heads, including
yourself, and then sign it by the
X
.”

Taylor stared at her. “For what?”

“Just do it, son, it’s for our records.
Remember, this is an investigation,” Sherwood said.

Taylor sighed as he picked
up the pen and identified himself as well Hunter and all of his
friends that were in the picture. He then signed his name by
the
X
, and then
shoved the picture back over to Seals.

Seals and Sherwood looked at the
picture.

“Um, you didn’t identify everyone,” Seals
informed him, and then gently shoved the picture back over to
him.

Taylor looked confused. “What?! Yes I did!
Who didn’t I identify?” he asked, as he looked at the picture.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Seals asked him.

“No, it’s not!” Taylor said, getting
frustrated.

“It’s the two that are standing in front of
you and your friends in the picture,” Sherwood hinted to him.

Taylor sighed. He picked up the pen and
identified Erin first, and then Felicity. He shoved the picture and
the pen back over to Seals.

Seals and Sherwood once again looked at the
picture.

“Now the identifications are complete,”
Seals said.

Taylor sighed. “Are my friends gonna be
questioned?”

“We’re not sure. It all depends on how far
we get in this investigation,” Sherwood said.

“If they didn’t have anything to do with
what happened to Felicity, then there’s nothing that we need to
talk to them about,” Seals said.

Taylor nodded with a sigh.

“So, man, don’t just sit there and act like
no one saw those cops come up to you in the halls earlier. What did
they want, man? I know it was about Felicity,” Tierney said, as
Taylor drove them home from school.

“Well, if you know that then why are you
asking me?” Taylor replied.

“Everyone wants to know, man, and I know you
told your friends — but I’m your brother; we live together. If
there’s something that you wanna tell me that you didn’t tell them
then I won’t say anything to anyone. I just know that Felicity is
the queen of the fuck girls out there, man, and I’m glad you’ve
never had anything serious with her.”

Taylor nodded as he stared straight
ahead.

“So, bro, what’s up? What did those cops
say? What did they ask you?”

Taylor sighed. “They just asked me where was
I on Friday and Saturday nights, that’s all. That’s just typical
shit that they ask people who know her, that’s all.”

“And where did you say that you were on
Friday? At Moves?”

“Yeah, because that’s where I was and I was
there all night,” Taylor replied.

“Where did you say you were on Saturday
night?”

“At Javon’s.”

“I thought you told me you were going to
Jacob’s?”

Taylor looked at him. “No,
man, I said
Javon’s,
” he stressed.

Tierney kept looking at him, but he knew
what he’d told him. “Oh, okay, man. But you know there’s some shit
going around about Felicity being at Moves on Saturday night when
she wasn’t supposed to be because she got in a lot of trouble with
her parents for being there on Friday and she stayed out all
night.”

Taylor looked at him. “And where did you see
or hear that at?”

“It’s all over social media, but it’s not on
her page since she’s still in the hospital and her social media
pages have been deleted. Why would they be deleted at a time like
this? Is she gonna die?”

“I don’t know anything about her condition,
man, and I haven’t heard or seen anything on social media about it.
I follow Erin and she hasn’t been saying anything about it, either,
and I know that she knows. She’s just been posting stuff about
praying for Felicity, but she’s not giving anyone an update on her
condition.”

“Have you asked Erin personally how Felicity
is doing? You know, through a text or private message?” Tierney
asked.

Taylor shook his head. “No, man.”

Tierney looked shocked! “Really, man? Why
not?”

“Because I don’t wanna look suspicious,
okay? Like I had something to do with what happened to Felicity.
Everyone always thinks that it could be the boyfriend or the boy
next door or across the street, like in my case. I know it may
sound crazy, but asking too much about how someone is and always
talking about it to the media or on social media can start to make
a person look suspicious.”

Tierney kept staring at him. “Tay, I’m your
brother. I’m closer to you than any of your friends. If you have
something that you wanna talk to me about—”

“I have nothing that I wanna talk to you
about, Tier, okay?!” Taylor angrily replied. “Look, I had enough
shit from those cops today and from my friends, so I don’t need it
from you, and it’s bad enough that I have to face Felicity’s
bedroom window every day, so please, I don’t wanna talk about this
anymore.”

Tierney continued to stare at him, but
didn’t say anything to him for the rest of the ride home.

Chapter 23

“D
amn, I wish we could’ve done a phone interview instead, but we
have to go where a potential suspect might be,” Sherwood said, as
he drove to Chardon Rosalie Welsing Academy, the boarding school
that Stacia attended, and it was two-hundred miles north. It was
Thursday morning.

“It’s a long drive, and Stacia knows that
she’s meeting with us because we can’t take the chance of traveling
two-hundred miles somewhere and the person or persons that we wanna
talk to aren’t there,” Seals said, and then took a sip of her
coffee as she stared out the window. “I’m actually surprised that
she agreed to talk to us. She said that she wasn’t coming back down
here this weekend because she has a mid-term this upcoming Monday
so she’ll be studying for it with her study group the whole
weekend.”

“Got it. Well, I’m glad that you were able
to find out about her on social media, but you said you couldn’t
find any accounts that personally belonged to her on social
media?”

Seals shook her head. “No, I couldn’t. Maybe
she doesn’t have any. I mean, not all people her age do. I’ll
officially ask her, of course.”

“Yeah, we will. And I have to admit, it’s a
great place to look for suspects when shit happens because no
matter what, someone can’t keep their mouth shut.”

Seals laughed. “Or stop posting pictures
and/or videos. But, yeah, and in this case I found out about her
through a guy name Jay Stringer, and he’s also someone who’s always
at Moves every Friday and Saturday just like how Felicity was. I
started following him under my undercover account and I’ve noticed
that he’s had a lot of pictures of Stacia lately. He even has some
pics of Stacia’s bag that got all fucked up at the club the very
first night she was there, and guess who he’s accusing of doing
it?”

“Our victim, Miss. Felicity Gains,” Sherwood
replied with a grin.

“You guessed right!” Seals said with a
laugh. “I have to admit that Felicity caused a lot of fuckery, and
in this day and age you just can’t do shit like the way you used to
and get away with it. People are just more evil these days and will
hurt or kill you over the smallest things.”

“And that’s what I always tell my kids. The
world they’re growing up in with all of this technology and social
media and shit is a lot different than how their mom and I grew up,
so they better watch what they say about people and do because they
never know who could be reposting it, filming it, or however they
like to spread a message, and the world can see it within
minutes.”

“Very true,” Seals said. “Oh, and I
confirmed with Carmine Jennings that the incident with Stacia’s bag
did take place at Moves on Friday night two weeks ago, not this
past one. He asked me did we find out who did it so he can update
the case, and I told him that we hadn’t because we have no proof
that Felicity did it.”

“Good. But do you think Stacia would hurt
Felicity that bad over a ruined bag?”

“Absolutely!” Seals replied
with a chuckle. “That was a damn near $3,000 bag she ruined! And
her
$90 lipstick
was stolen out of it as well! I would’ve beat the shit out of
her, too! But that’s off the record!”

Sherwood laughed. “Yeah, it is! Well, we’ll
see what she tells us.”

Hours later, they arrived at Chardon Rosalie
Welsing Academy. They got out of the car and headed towards the
school’s front entrance, as boys dressed in black sports jackets
with matching pants on, white shirts, and black and white plaid
ties, stared at them. The girls did the same wearing their black
blazers, white shirts, and black and white plaid ties and pleated
skirts. There was not a student in sight that wasn’t carrying some
sort of designer school bag and had in their hand the latest and
greatest smartphone.

Sherwood and Seals were led into a room by
the administrative assistant to where Stacia was waiting.

“Miss. Eversley?” the administrative
assistant said.

Stacia looked up from her phone. “Yes?”

“These detectives are here to see you,” the
administrative assistant informed her.

Stacia stared at them, and this confirmed to
her how serious this was that they drove two-hundred miles up here
to talk to her about Felicity.

The administrative assistant left the room
and shut the door behind her.

“Stacia Eversley, I’m Detective Genevieve
Seals. I spoke to you on the phone yesterday, remember?” Seals
said.

“Of course, it was just yesterday,” Stacia
replied, with an irritating tone in her voice.

Seals gave Stacia a forced smile; Sherwood
grinned.

“Well, Stacia, I’m Detective Roland
Sherwood, Detective Seals’ partner. You know what we’re here to
talk to you about.”

“And how long is this gonna take? I can’t be
out of class all day,” Stacia replied, as she put her phone away,
and then sat with her arms crossed. She was dressed in the same way
all of the girls were dressed here, but she was wearing a pair of
four-inch black satin heels with a square crystal buckle on
them.

Seals looked down at her shoes. “Those are
some beautiful shoes, Stacia. You’re allowed to wear shoes like
that here?”

“No, but I wear them anyway. As long as
they’re not too outrageous looking, the teachers don’t give a damn.
We only get demerits if we come in wearing some patent leather
thigh-high boots or something,” Stacia replied.

Seals and Sherwood grinned at each
other.

“Well, Stacia, you seem like the type that
likes to dress to impress, no matter if you’re in your uniform or
not. It seems like you always like to have something from your
ensemble to stand out. And it’s obvious that someone didn’t like
the fact that you have a lot of nice things,” Sherwood said.

Stacia shook her head. “It’s not my fault
that I’m extremely wealthy and have great style. I wear what I
wanna wear and I don’t care what people say about it.”

“And it’s obvious that you had a lot of
haters that very first night that you were at Moves since someone
messed up one of your nice items,” Sherwood said.

“Do you know who did it?” Stacia asked, as
her voice piqued with interest.

“No, we don’t know. In fact, we were
wondering if you knew and if there was anyone in particular that’s
been accused of doing it,” Seals asked.

Stacia shrugged. “There was this one girl
there that I know probably did it,” she said, as she tried to block
Felicity’s name out since she knew that they were here to talk to
her about her. “Jay, the guy that I met there that night at the
club, said that she was a real fuck girl and that he never liked
her; he was just being nice to her by giving her some attention
every time he was at Moves.”

“Have you and Jay talked to each other since
then?” Seals asked, trying to see just how well she knew him.

“Not really. He’s not my boyfriend if that’s
what you’re thinking. He’s just a guy that I see at the club when
I’m down there for the weekend. There’s nothing even close to
serious going on with us, and that Felicity bitch was, like, acting
as if I stole him from her. She came up to us while we were dancing
and tried to talk to him, but it was clear that he didn’t wanna
talk to her. I tried to smile at her, but she looked at me as if I
was marked for death. I didn’t get it. I even asked him was he sure
he didn’t have anything serious going on with her at some point and
he swore to me that he didn’t, so I believed him.”

Seals and Sherwood took notes on their
notepads as she explained this to them.

“So do you believe that it was Felicity and
only Felicity that could’ve messed up your bag and stole your
lipstick?” Seals asked.