Famous (The Soul of the World Book 1) David Skato (bill gates books recommendations .txt) 📖

was their neighborhood, and they loved it. Eventually, they would move out to a country place like the little Bob Ross house on the hill. They would have a few children and go to the farmer’s market on Sunday. They were going to grow old together. But someone had taken their lives on a night like any other night, with the full moon illuminating the landscape. Sandy was dead.

Jessie pulls a device from under her seat and presses the button. A gate opens, and the two slowly pull into a driveway of a huge house. The place was on a scale unimaginable to a person like Dontae’ that lived in a basic condo most of his life. The driveway circled from the gate back to the gate in a magnificent round-about. In the center was precisely cut hedges in the shape of a circle. The fifteen or so steps from the driveway started wide and decreased steadily upward until they were lined perfectly with the glorious wood double front doors. Dontae’ looks at Jess as if this could not be the correct address.

“Okay. Don’t judge me.” She states.

“Judge you?” He turns and looks at her with one eyebrow raised. “Who are you?”

“This is my father’s house. He’s out of town for a while so we should be good. Nobody knows this side of my family. I don’t trust many people.”

“Damn. Who is your father, Tyler Perry?”

Jessi shrugs, “Just a guy.”

The outside of the mansion does the inside no justice. The solid black and white marble floors shine, leading to the double staircase that centers the room and is accented with a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging roughly thirty feet from a super vaulted ceiling.  Dontae’ walks in, in awe of the place.

“Now what is it that your father does?” he asks, looking at the chandelier.

“He’s a developer.”

“Computers?”

“No. Land. He builds subdivisions and other stuff. I don’t know the details. He and my mom were never really together.” Jessi states as she walks into the bathroom.

‘Sorry to hear that.” Dontae’ says, not knowing what else to say.

“Don’t be. He took good care of me. I never wanted for anything.” Jessi walks out with hydroperoxide, a towel, and a roll of gauze.

“Let’s take care of those cuts.” Jessi offered.

They walk to the kitchen, where he takes a seat at the barstool. Dontae’ takes his shirt off, revealing a body that’s a bloody mess with old bruises from the accident and knew ones from the fight with the demon. He grimaces as she applies the first touch.

“Don’t be a baby.” She smiles.

“So why didn’t you just follow in his path? Or do something besides this?”

“I wanted to make my own way. Make myself proud for once. I went through the academy without him knowing it. Became a detective and he still doesn’t know,” Jessi admitted.

“Wow. So what does he think you do?”

“Work at an office. I told him I was working as a file clerk with the state.”

“Good and safe job I guess,” Dontae’ grimaces as Jessi wraps his wounds.

“He doesn’t really care. He knows that I know, he will take care of anything I need when and if I need it.”

“Must be nice.”

“If you like that type of thing.”

“Which most of us in the real world would.”

“Let’s just say some things are more important than money,” She states.

“Get some rest., it’s been a long day. There are seven bedrooms. Take your pick. I’ll sleep in my old room. Upstairs, first door on the left if you need me.” She states as she stands and heads towards the stairs.

“Thanks Jessi. I owe you.”

“We are partners. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it.” She continues up.

Outside of the gate, headlights approach. An old man stares at the residence as he passes in an unmarked white van. He slows down at the gate but briefly looks at the house but continues to drive off into the distance.

Dontae awakes to the sound of running water and the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen. He looks at his hands and the gauze wrapped around his tattered body. “It wasn’t a dream.” he thinks as he rubs his eyes. The sun was a different type of bright this morning. It shined but with a dull haze that left a bad mood in the air. Dontae’ rises and heads towards the kitchen. He walks in to see Sandy standing over the stove cooking. For a tiny moment in time, he is relieved. He snaps out of the short fantasy, and the woman cooking was Jessi all along.

“Mornin’. I’m making breakfast. Have a seat and I’ll fix you a plate.” She states as she places the last of the bacon on the holding dish.

“Okay. Thanks.”

“You fell asleep on the couch. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No.”

She finishes preparing two plates and sits with Dontae’ who is now at the kitchen table.

“I was thinking last night that if Wilcox is involved, we have to find a way to get past him and directly into internal affairs. The only problem is --

Dontae’ cuts her off “-We have to go through him to get to I - A.”

“Yes. Unless we file a complaint at another precinct against him, that should get them to sniff around.”

Dontae’ looks at his food with no appetite.  Jessi, holding a piece of bacon between her teeth, notices and puts it back on her plate.

“And I was the person that didn’t believe in conspiracies.” Dontae’ states as he pushes the plate away. “Did you find out anything on the person that hit Sterling?”

“Oh yes, the person that hit him is Angela Coker, an evangelist that runs a church over in College Park. No priors. No noticeable affiliations with sterling, Walsh, or Quest, except a profile. She’s a regular backwoods Bible thumper. Seems like a legit accident.”

Dontae’ takes a moment to think. “She’s all I got for now.”

Jessi takes out her phone. “I’m gonna text you the church’s address.”

“I don’t have my phone. I dropped it when I was fighting that