Few Hours Earlier

Tasha stepped into the bathroom, with a lot of thought on her mind. She felt washing away the dirt from her fragile skin would wash her encounter with Collins from her mind.

Minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom with her towel tied around her chest. The knock on the door, snapped her out of her meaningless thoughts. On opening it, her dashing boyfriend stood before her with a broad smile.

He grabbed hold of her waist and pushed her backwards, making her fall on the couch. Tasha rosed up from the couch and walked towards her bedroom, acting nonchalant.

Grey who was closely watching her, followed suit, he settled his butts on the bed, folded his arms akimbo as he watched Tasha getting dressed.

"Mind telling me what's eating you up?" Grey asked breaking the long silence.

She turned around to face him and leaned her back against her wardrobe.

"It's Collins." She landed looking at Grey, who seemed to have grown really furious.

"What the fuck Tash!" He yelled punching the bed really hard.

"Chill babe! It's not what you're thinking." She said, trying to ease the situation.

"Then it's what? Collins is your goddamn ex husband." Grey yelled slamming his hand against the wall.

"Aren't you gonna lemme finish?" Tasha asked worriedly.

"No... I don't wanna hear it! Tell the bastard that the next time I sight you both together, amma kill you right in his presence." Grey landed furiously.

"But..." Tasha was about completing when Grey's phone rang. He stared at Tasha angrily as he answered the call.

"Hello Sir!" Grey spoke out. There was a two minute silence before he spoke again.

"Like right now? Okay Sir! Expect me soonest." He replied hanging up.

"Don't tell me you are going to work Grey?" Tasha asked.

"What does it look like?" He asked nonchalantly.

"It's 8 fucking pm Grey." Tasha slashed out.

"Deal with it." Grey retorted dashing out of the house.

PRESENT

Grey kept staring at the cuffs around both of his wrists. He looked at the glass, hoping to see someone. He heard the door bolt and tilted his head towards the direction. A tall man with a smooth and cute face, walked towards him with a smile.

He pointed to the chair in front of Grey. "May I?" He asked. Grey rolled his eyes to the left, ignoring his question.

"Well... I am Detective Donald. And I have read your statement." He paused staring into Grey's eyes as he took his seat.

"So fucking what? Why am I on cuffs? I haven't been proven guilty." Grey bursted out.

"Yeah! Am sorry about that." He said and snapped his fingers. A cop entered the room and uncuffed him.

Staring at the cop, he stood up.
"May I leave?" He asked the detective who kept staring at him with questions.

The detective simply nodded and watched Grey walk towards the door. "Mr Grey Davis!" The detective called out.

The tired Grey, turned around with fury in his eyes. "Yes?" He shrugged.

"You aren't expected to travel out of this vicinity, until this case is over." He completed.

"Ain't a kid." Grey said and stormed out of the room.

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