FINAL SNEAK PEEK - TAINTED FRUIT 2

Hey, beloved. Tomorrow, Courtney Irving returns with Tainted Fruit 2. Here’s one final look before it goes live.

“Does anyone come to mind who you think would want to harm your sister? A jealous boyfriend? An ex who might not be happy with how they ended? A co-worker? Jealous friend?” 

“No one comes to mind,” I lied with a straight face. “Thuy has always kept to herself outside of her poetry that she performs in small clubs every now and then. She's never had a boyfriend or many friends and is a private person.”  

“What does your sister do as far as concerning work?” he asked. “Maybe I can ask her boss or her co-workers a few questions. With cases like these, we always find that victims are not always honest with their family as their families think they are. Thuy could have left out a few details. Maybe she was seeing someone, but didn’t tell you.”  

“Thuy doesn’t work, she goes to school, and she just barely started.”  

“Anyone I can talk to at her school that she hangs with?”  

“Like I said, she just started and only got to go to maybe two classes before this. There isn’t anything that I know that would give you any assistance, detective. Me and my family are just as lost and confused as to why this would happen to her of all people.”  

“Thank you for your time again, Ms. Campbell,” he said with a smile. “Please if you think of anything else that might help, please do not hesitate to call me. Here is my card with all my information. Don't be afraid to reach out to me,” I nodded as his smile stretched back a little further. “I’m going to do everything in my power to find out who did this to your sister and give her the justice she deserves.”  

The way he said it was so much assurance, like he believed it. I wanted to do the same. Wanted to believe that the justice system would out all the men and that Italian crime family who used my sister and tried to kill her, in prison.  

But I knew the truth. The harsh and bitter truth.  

Black men. Black women. Black people. Brown girls and boys. We didn’t matter to the world of police, nor were we ever deemed a priority. They saw us but chose to ignore us. Our faces. Our pain, mattered nothing to them.  

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