As soon as Jameson is handed over and restrained by the officer, he’s placed in cuffs, then he’s escorted to the police cruiser for a ride downtown. I walk with the detective over to Lucky so he can tell us what in the fuck happened while we were gone. Just a few short minutes down the road and I missed all the fun it appears.
After handshakes and pleasantries are shared between the three of us, Lucky gets down to what took place and how he managed to trap and catch Jameson. “One of my men noticed his rental car parked down the street before Rayne and Jacey left to run an errand. I had two of my men follow Rayne and the rest of us stayed behind. We weren’t sure what his intentions were, so we decided to split up and try and catch him at whatever it was he was planning to do. When we noticed that he wasn’t following them in their car, we spaced out around the house. I was already inside making sure everything was secure, so I stayed there just in case. When my earpiece went off and Macon, one of my men, alerted me to the fact that Jameson was coming in through the front door, I was dumbfounded to learn that he had a key that would allow him into the residence. We had just discussed having a locksmith come and replace everything so it was a slap in the face that we hadn’t done so last evening. I guess when he broke in and inserted listening devices throughout the house, he also made a mold of the lock and had himself a key made. There was no evidence of the lock being messed with so I didn’t even fathom that it could’ve happened. Sorry, Rayne. During his entry into the residence, I turned on the security cameras that we did install when we searched last evening for other listening devices.”
He looks at me apologetically. I nod my head and encourage him to continue. I’m anxious to hear what all that piece of shit did while he was in my family’s home. I hope he did something severe enough to where they’ll throw the book at him. My wish is that he’ll be imprisoned for a long time to come and be irrevocably out of our lives so we can live a jovial, peaceful existence.
“As I was saying, I patiently waited in the back bedroom with the door cracked so I had a visual of the front door at all times. I could clearly see him from my position, yet he couldn’t see me due to the shadows of the room I was hiding in. He must’ve come around to check on his mini mics he’d placed in the house because the first thing he went for was the clock that was concealing the first one we encountered. I waited and watched as he discovered it was missing. His anger nearly got the best of him. He nearly launched the clock across the room until he reined himself in. I could see his hands shaking as he replaced it, then he went in search of the others. I wasn’t sure which room he’d hit first, but his next stop was Hadley’s room. I knew that our cameras were picking up his active search, so I went into the adjoined bathroom of their room and waited for him to make his way in there. My initial plan was to wait and let him do what he came to do and leave, then turn the video evidence into you,” he says pointedly to the detective.
“What made you change your mind?” The detective questions the switch in Lucky’s pre-planned course.
“When I saw him pull open the bag he had swung around his back. It was filled to the brim with cocaine and what appeared to me as some sort of bomb. My mind couldn’t wrap around why he’d want to plant the drugs only to blow the family’s home up, then it clicked into place inside of my mind. The bomb wasn’t enough to blow up the house, just enough to garner some attention from the authorities. If the house had done the minor damage he had intended, there would’ve been an investigation and the drugs would’ve been found, most likely with Rayne’s belongings. His career would’ve been over and he potentially could’ve done some hard time.”
“Jacey would’ve been accused as well,” the detective admits and my eyes grow as wide as saucers at that admittance. Hadley would’ve grown up with parents behind bars and would carry the burden of having convicted parents who were druggies.
“That rat bastard!” I angrily seethe out as the picture plays out in my mind. His intentions were clear as day. He wanted my entire family to suffer for finding our happiness while he’s lost everything he ‘worked’ so hard for. The thing about that is, you shouldn’t mess with someone’s life the way he did in order to get your way and have things play out the way that suits you best.
Jacey
“What do you think is taking them so long?” I ask Dash. He has a better view of the scene unfolding before us than I do. My visual is blocked by a stream of cop cars.
“I’m not sure, sweet Jacey, but I just watched that one officer escort Jameson to his cruiser,” he informs me as he points to one of the cars that is buried from my sight. It’s in the long line of others proceeding it.
“Jameson.” I spit his name out as if acid has burned my taste buds. “I hope he gets locked up for eternity while someone inside makes him their bitch.”
Dash finds this exuberantly amusing and begins to snort and giggle at my proclamation. “You have a vicious side, Jace.” As he proclaims this, he holds out his hands like a cat whose claws have borne their sharpness and who is now prepared for an attack.
“It would do others well to remember that trait in me,” I answer in response. “It doesn’t come out often, but when you mess with mine, that part of me comes out full-throttle. There’s no-holds-barred when it comes to my daughter and my man.”
“We should put that out in a press release,” he jokes in an attempt to lighten my soured mood.
“What do you think he did?” I ask him, my imagination running overtime as my mind wanders through what all he could’ve done.
“With him, there’s absolutely no telling. He’s a psychopath,” Dash declares.
“He’s a something, path,” I venomously agree with his words. “You know, I’ve disliked people in my lifetime, but I’ve never truly hated anyone until he started doling out his bullshit.”
Dash and I change the topic of conversation and begin talking about my wedding gown. We decide that tomorrow we’ll meet up at my office for him to show me what he’s designed so far and gain my input. Then, we’ll get the measuring done and material ordered. Once that’s been decided, we switch to the wedding itself and talk about the perfect location for Rayne and me to tie the knot. I tell him about what my fantasies were as a little girl and how much they’ve changed as I’ve grown older.
Before I know it, with his suggestions, I have my upcoming wedding mapped out. I won’t allow Jameson to ruin my future. If anything, I will let it guide me into being a better me. I promise the man up above that I will do everything within my power to exhibit more patience and understanding as well as never safeguard my heart while always worrying about what could go wrong; instead, I’ll focus on everything that’s going right.
There’s so much happening in my life that’s great, that the things that are tiresome and irritating should be placed on the back burner to worry about at another day and time. The lessons that I’ve been taught recently has reignited the flame that I thought had burned out years ago. I’m no longer going to allow myself to zombie march my way through life. I’m going to live it like it’s the last day I have on earth. I’ll never take for granted the affection of my child nor the love of my life.