As The Negro Turns (Part 9)

“Maurice!”

“Yeah!” I shouted.

“You got a phone call!” said one of the sergeants in the precinct.

“Just transfer it here” I shouted.

My phone rang and I proceeded to answer it.

“52nd Precinct, this is Mo how may I help you maam or sir?” I said answering.

“Detective Jackson?” asked the voice on the other end.

“Yes? And who is this?”

The caller immediately hung up.

Puzzled, I looked at the receiver, placed it down, and continued searching through files on my computer.

Sitting at my desk searching and scrolling through tons and tons of files in the database made my eyes began to cross and my head hurt. I had to take a break. I got up from the metal desk and decided to go and grab me some coffee.

Walking through the precinct, with all of the people talking, perps hollering , and phones ringing was making my head ache even worse. I stopped to the coffee pot and poured me a nice tall cup of it. No sugar, no cream, I just needed the straight caffeine. I decided to take my coffee into the locker room to escape the madness for a while. Jones was in there changing into his uniform when I walked in.

I had gotten Jones and a few other s to help me investigate this on the side. I had a few favors to call on and since Jaden and I go way back, I didn’t mind using them now. I sat down, sipped some of my coffee, took a deep sigh, and started rubbing one of my temples.

“Black Coffee day huh Mo?” Jones said smiling.

“Umm Hmm.” I replied as I took another sip.

“I don’t know how you drink it like that man.”

“This is a grown man drink. Not for young pups like yourself.” I said.

“Ok old dog.” Jones said laughing. “You better be careful with that though. That caffeine will have you operating on full blast.”

“That’s exactly what I need right now.” I said sipping the coffee.

Jones finished up his final touches on getting dressed, closed his locker and began to walk out before he stopped at the door to speak.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Evans has some information for you on that Jacobs woman you told us to look into.”

I turned my head towards him, raised my eyebrow, and nodded my head.

“Make sure you catch him because I believe he goes on leave at the end of the day.”

I held up my left hand with 3 fingers in the air and my index finger touching my thumb to give him the “okay” gesture.

Jones walked out and I sat there finishing my coffee. I could feel my head ache easing up a bit. Just in time too, because the coffee was getting luke warm.

I walked through the station until I came to Evans desk. He was on a call so I sat down on the edge of his desk and waited for him to finish. Evans slammed the phone down and slapped some papers off of his desk.

“Rough day?” I asked.

“You would think people would be more cooperative with us.”

“Come on now, since when have you seen people want to help us. When I was a rookie, I used to wonder if we were viewed as the good guys or the bad guys. At this point in my career, I could care less.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“So Jones tells me you have something for me?”

“Yeah…” Evans replied as he reached in his desk and pulled out a manila folder.

As he handed me the folder, I opened and said “Tell me what I am looking at?”

“What you are looking at is information on Sheila Ethel Jacobs. Born July 29th, 1960 in Durham North Carolina. “

I started to get agitated as I closed the file abruptly.

“Tell me something I don’t f****n already know!”

Evans stood up, snatched the folder, opened it and pointed to one section of the paperwork.

“Greg Nelson.” Evans said tapping the paper.

I began reading what it had to say.

“What? Sheila had five husbands. So who is this?” I asked.

“Wrong!” Evans said while taking the folder back.

“What? I said standing up.

“Yep, he is alive and well. He has not been heard from in some time, but he has no time and date of death and it even lists his last known address.”

“Wait a minute, so why didn’t he turn up in the database when I did the search the first time?

Evans stood up and put on his suit jacket. As he passed by me he put his hand on my shoulder.

“That is what you need to find out detective. It seems as if someone didn’t want him to be found.”

“So how did you find him?” I said cutting my eye at him.

“You aren’t the only one with tricks up his sleeve in this department”

I nodded as Evans walked away.

“This is starting to run a lot deeper than I expected. I better give Jaden a call.” I thought to myself.

I pulled out my phone and dialed him……