No Sign of Tommy
Darius stood by the store the next day, hoping to see Tommy. But Tommy was missing. A tardy arrival, maybe? After waiting for 15 minutes, Darius felt uneasy. He walked to Tommy’s house, his heart heavy. Tommy staying home didn’t bode well.
Darius prayed his visit the previous day hadn’t caused more harm. He hurried. On reaching, he saw the truth—Tommy’s family was in more trouble than he had thought possible.
Man of the House
It wasn’t Tommy or Kayla who answered the door but an unfamiliar man with a bald head, neck tattoos, and a hard facial expression. He grated out, “What do you want?” to Darius. Calmly, Darius introduced himself, “I’m Officer Darius Jones with the Oakland PD. I’m here for Tommy and Kayla.” He tried to move past him, but the man blocked his path, refusing entry. The man retorted, “There’s no need for concern. Kayla and her kids are well.
Don’t poke your nose where it’s not needed. Please, leave.” Kayla, appearing behind the man, echoed his sentiment in a muted voice, “Officer, all is good in our home. Please, we need no assistance.”
