Page 22 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
“I run this city. I can find anything.”
“Whatever.” I swiftly rolled my eyes. A police truck pulled into the parking lot and I said, “Finally.” The city is bad when it comes to emergencies. It’s like they take their time getting anywhere, that’s if one can even get them to answer the calls.
The officer climbed out the driver’s seat and I walked over to where he was. “Did you call the police?”
“Yes. Someone stole my truck out the parking lot while I was in Pilates.”
“What kind of truck is it?”
“A Chevy Silverado Classic. Burgundy. Please find it. It’s the only thing that I have left of my daddy.” The floodgates opened. I can no longer fight back the tears.
“I’ll have to write up a report. Can I have your ID?”
“Yes.” Sniffling, I opened my duffel and grabbed my wallet out of there. Handing him over the ID, I watched him as he climbed into his truck and shut the door.
“I keep telling you that I can find the truck for you if you just let me.”
I cut my eyes in Maniac’s direction. How desperate I am to get the truck back, I don’t care who was to find it. “Do whatever you have to do.”
Removing his phone from his pocket, he dialed a number and walked away from me. I turned my attention back to the officer, who climbed out the truck with a small piece of paper. “I did the police report. It’ll be ready in a couple of days. We placed a BOLO out on the truck. If we find it, we’ll let you know.”
“Okay, thanks officer.”
“You’re welcome. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
He got back into his truck and sat there for a moment. I pulled my phone out and went to the Uber application to find me a way home. “C’mon,” Maniac said when he made it back over to where I stood.
“Huh?”
“Huh can hear.” He opened the passenger door and stood there, gawking at me.
As much as I don’t want to, riding home with him is cheaper than catching an Uber.“Fine.”
Stepping off the curb, I climbed into the car and placed my bag on the floor in between my feet. Gripping the seat belt, I snapped it closed and relaxed against the seat while he shut the door behind me.
My eyes bounced around the dashboard. This is my first time ever being in a foreign car. It was nice. Nothing that I’d waste all my money on to buy though.
Maniac got into the driver’s seat, slapping me in the face with his expensive cologne. I knew it wasn’t cheap for two reasons: I never smelled anyone else wearing the scent and from the price of his car and clothes, I know he didn’t take the cheap route when it came to his fragrances.
Maniac pulled away from the curb, and I silently sat in the passenger seat as he drove me home. When he pulled up to the trailer, I turned to him and asked, “Do you really think that I’m gon’ get my truck back?” I knew that stuff like this was rare. Most of the time, people who steals cars ends up crashing them. If they aren’t crashed, then they are stripped and undriveable.
“You’ll get it back. I’ll make sure of it.”
“But why?”
“’Cause it’s what I’m supposed to do.”
Without uttering another word to him, I got out the car and headed into the trailer. Gremlin was sitting on the back of the couch when I walked inside. I dropped my bag on the sofa and went to my call log. Pressing Aria’s name, I placed the phone on speaker and flopped on the couch.
“Damn, I was just about to call you and make sure that you made it home. It’s been hours.”
“Someone stole the truck.”
“You’re lying.”
“Wish I was.” I sighed, thinking about everything that transpired before I made it home.
“Damn, that’s fucked up. Why you didn’t call and let me know?”
