When a Woman's Fed Up Ch. 3

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.