When A Woman's Fed Up Chapter 3
The
next morning, Lana and Chase rode to Dylan’s house. Keisha was relieved to see
her new friend. She was also please to hear from her friends, Mr. and Mrs.
Greene. Dylan called them last night as she slept. He invited them to his home
and they arrived that Sunday afternoon. They were not alone, her girl Mya was
with them.
Mya
hugged her friend. Since Keisha relocated to Baird, they rarely saw each other.
Mr. Greene and his wife considered Keisha one of their own. So when Dylan
called, they knew where they were headed.
“Keisha
, we are going with you Monday. What time do you have to be there?” Felix
asked.
“Nine,
but no Mr. and Mrs. Greene I can go alone. It’s just the DA. I’ll be fine.” She
reassured her elderly friend. Desiree stood rubbing her back comforting
her.
“I’m
going with her,” Dylan stated. Felix and Desiree nodded, relieved that the she
would not be alone. The next morning, Dylan drove Keisha into Newark to meet
with the DA. As they talked, he considered having her leave town for a while.
The
DA met Keisha as soon as she walked into
her office. She wished she had better news for her, but in reality, Williams
had fooled many people. He would be released in six months. It was now her job
to prep Ms. Johnson for this event.
“Hello, Ms. Johnson,
Officer Nash. I’m glad you could make it. Officer Nash, I was not expecting you.” She
added taking note of his possessive hold
on her waist.
“Morning,
Ma’am, call me Keisha.” Keisha extended her hand as the woman greeted her.
“Morning,
DA Jones, I wish we were meeting under
better circumstances.” Dylan greeted his
former coworker.
“Alright,
Keisha I called you to update you on the status of Deshaun Williams and his
parole hearing. As you might recall, he copped a plea and was given a reduced
sentence. He provided information that helped the police solve several unsolved
cases." She stood and walked around
her desk. Grasping both of Keisha’s hands, she continued.
“If
I may be frank, he was such a hothead that I didn’t think he’d be released
early. I knew he’d fuck up, but the man has been a model inmate. He has gone
through counseling, and will be required to report to a parole officer weekly
and continue with therapy. They have no reason to hold him.” She paused and
exhaled. Keisha, has he tried to contact you in anyway? A call, note,
anything?” she asked already knowing the answer before Keisha responded.
“No
ma’am. He has not called, but…” Keisha paused. “I think he has been having me
watched.”
“Have
you called the police? Do you have anything on file?” She asked.
“I
couldn’t prove it. Dylan talked to..” Dylan spoke.
“I
talked to my captain, but no one ever made contact. So no she had no cause to
file a report.” He explained. “Ms. Jones, he does not need to get out.”
Keisha
was silent, and she knew. Her time was up and now she had to think. If it was
just her, she could stay and face him, but her child was another issue. She
could not be here when he got out. She had to protect her child. Dylan saw the
decision in her eyes. The light that shone so brightly died, and he knew she’d
leave.
DA
Jones was speaking. “Ms. Johnson, we need you to testify. Right now, he has
everyone fooled, even our psychologists have said he seems to be on the level.
If you can convince the parole board that he is a threat, there is a small
chance, he might make him serve the remainder of the five years.”
“Ms.
Jones, will it make a difference? Please be honest.” She asked.
“Honestly,
no. We’ve had or doctors interview him and even they agree that he is
rehabilitated. He is now on medication, and it has helped him gain a modicum of
control.” She explained.
“So
it won’t matter if I testify or not, right?” Keisha asked.
