In the same middle of the night, the tense night that got Kelly still shivering and streaming down tears from her eyes.
Kelly was taken to the police station and was placed face to face with Detective Johnson, who questioned her about Rashad's whereabouts.
Kelly knew nothing about Rashad, as it had been exactly three days now since she last saw him. He had disappeared after telling her he had some business to take care of. She had no idea what he was doing and where he had gone to for him to not have returned for three days.
Detective Johnson was getting impatient as he kept asking her, "Yo bitch, tell me what we want to hear. Where is Rashad and why were you caught up with a dead body in the middle of the night in Louisiana?"
Kelly just kept staring at him and breathing heavily in anger. After a few minutes she sighed and said to him, "To hell with you. I don't know where Rashad is and you better let me go or..."
"Or else what?" Detective Johnson interrupted. "Look at me, bitch. If I don't get answers by tomorrow, you are going to jail and that is final. No lawyer can save you."
Kelly felt a surge of despair and defiance. It was that he was lying. Kelly knew she had rights. She knew she needed a lawyer. But then she also knew he wouldn't let her have one. He would do anything to make her talk, even if it meant breaking the law.
She decided to remain silent, waiting for a chance to escape. She began hoping for a miracle.
Detective Johnson slammed his fist on the table and said, "Fine. Be that way. But don't think you can outsmart me. I have ways of making you talk."
He got up and left the room, locking the door behind him. He went to his office and made a phone call.
"Hey, it's me. I need a favor. I have a girl here who I think might know something about Rashad. Yeah, the same Rashad who we need. I need you to come over and help me persuade her to talk. Yeah, bring everything you've got, your tools, everything . And don't worry about the noise. No one will hear us."
He hung up and smiled wickedly the thought of him having everything under control was overwhelming.
He didn't know that Kelly had gotten a hidden knife and had put it in her jailman jumpsuit.
He didn't know that Kelly there was a secret ally amongst them in the station.
While Detective Johnson was away in his office, a man fat and white with curly hair who was a mole amongst the police working for Rashad sneaked in and gave Kelly a knife. He told her the plans he had for her escape, which seemed like a very good plan.
"Listen, Kelly. I'm here to help you. I work for Rashad, and I noticed you right from the find you were brought in here. Here take this it a knife .
She took the knife from the man, and she hid it behind in her jailman jumpsuit.
Kelly followed the mole's instructions carefully. He told her to wait for the right moment to strike, when Detective Johnson and his men would be distracted by their own cruelty. He told her to aim for the throat or the heart, to make sure they wouldn't get up again. He told her to run as fast as she could to the back door, where he would be waiting with a car and a disguise.
Kelly nodded and thanked him, but she didn't trust him completely. She wondered why he was helping her, and what Rashad had to do with it. She wondered if he had an ulterior motive, or if he was setting her up for a trap. She decided to play along for now, but to be ready for anything.
She hid the knife in her jumpsuit and pretended to be scared and weak. She hoped that Detective Johnson would underestimate her, and that he would make a mistake.
She didn't have to wait long. Detective Johnson came back with two other men, who looked like thugs. They had tattoos, piercings, and scars on their faces. They carried various tools, such as pliers, hammers, and knives. They looked at Kelly with malice and lust.
"Hey bitch, are you ready to talk now?" Detective Johnson asked, smirking.
Kelly just smiled at him faintly, as if she had given up hope.
He laughed and said, "Oh, you will talk. You will beg for mercy. You will tell us everything we want to know."
He nodded to one of the thugs, who approached Kelly with a pair of pliers.
Kelly pretended to be scared and whimpered, "Please, don't hurt me."
The thug grabbed her hand and said, "Let's start with your fingers." He started pulling her nails out one by one.
As the thug began torturing Kelly, Detective Johnson and the other man watched with sadistic glee. They didn't notice the subtle movement under her jumpsuit as she slowly reached for the hidden knife. Kelly gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Just as the thug was about to move on to the next finger, Kelly's hand shot out with lightning speed, she stuck the knife in the thug's throat. Blood spurted out, and he gurgled in shock and agony before collapsing to the floor, clutching at his neck.
Detective Johnson and the other man were taken completely by surprise. Before they could react, Kelly lunged at another one of the thugs, which struck the knife at his heart. With a swift, precise motion, she drove the blade into his chest. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stumbled backward, gasping for air.
The other man reached for his weapon, but before he could draw it, Kelly, fueled by desperation and anger, lunged at him as well. She cut off his arm, which made him drop his weapon in pain. With another well-aimed strike, she stuck the knife right into his eyeballs, leaving him bleeding and writhing on the floor.
Still in the chaos that ensued, Kelly bolted toward the back door as instructed by the mole. She burst through it and found the man waiting with a car and a change of clothes.
Without taking any more time to think it through , she jumped into the car, and they sped away from the police station, leaving behind the chaos and violence.
As they drove through the dark Louisiana night, Kelly couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious man who had come to her aid. She knew she owed her escape to him, but she also knew there were unanswered questions.
What was his connection to Rashad, and why had he risked everything to help her? Was Rashad even aware about all this? And above all, Where is Rashad?
For now, Kelly had no choice but to trust her unlikely ally. They had narrowly escaped a gruesome fate at the hands of Detective Johnson and his men, but the danger was far from over.
She needed to find out what had happened to Rashad and uncover the truth behind the sinister web of secrets that had ensnared her life.