"Wait! There Is a Body?" (c)2024 wdlewisSR.

?Leslie-Jean’s and Hakeem’s apartment

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5:58 in the morning.

Leslie-Jean moaned as she peeped at the clock on the nightstand wishing that she hadn’t awakened so close to the alarm clock going off.

?“Two more minutes!” She quickly closed her eyes in hopes that she could get back to sleep and absorb two more minutes of sleep. Too late!

Her cell phone rang at that moment. “Really?” She complained out loud.?

The caller ID read: “Chocolate Daddy”. She complained out loud again.

?“You know I don’t get up before 6 o’clock on my day off!” Leslie-Jea, instantly let Hakeem know her displeasure at being awakened so close to her alarm going off. “Hakeem? Why couldn’t you wait two more minutes to call me?”

?“Good morning to you, too, Madam Sunshine!” Hakeem was caught off guard by her less-than-warm morning greeting. “I was weighing whether to call you or Katie, but it seems like I made the wrong call. I’ll call Katie with this juicy piece of information.”

?“Please, call her, thank you!” Leslie-Jean yawned as she searched through barely awakened eyes on her phone for the disconnect. “Now, I have to get fifteen more minutes of sleep to make up for the----- damn! There’s the alarm! Call Katie, I won’t be mad, I promise!”

?Leslie-Jean hung up the phone. She quickly pulled the covers over her head and tried to recapture any semblance of remaining sleep. Then, just as quickly, she *69’ed Hakeem’s number.

?“What took you so long?” Hakeem asked sarcastically, anticipating her return call. “A hint why I called?”

?“Look, I called you back,” Leslie-Jean said frustrated. “What is it?”

?“You know, I don’t have to take this,” Hakeem fussed at her, playfully. “I just thought you might want to know that a body was found, where there was supposed to be no kind of remains after that explosion. Do you want to jump on your motorcycle and come out here now?”

?“Not really,” Leslie-Jean was still trying to find that perfect spot to get back to sleep. ?

“Hint: Paxton Place.” Hakeem did not say any more.

?He could hear Leslie-Jean breathing heavily.

?He began humming. “Look, it’s not really that hard to decide. You could probably make the noon news with what you find. Maybe a teaser for the 4 p.m. broadcast. Let me call Katie and you can get back to sleep! May be you two can collaborate!”

?“I’m on my way!” She hung up the phone almost as quickly as she told him.

Her phone rang again. “What? I said I was coming!”

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“Two sugars black, and a dozen of donuts. Get something for yourself while you’re at it.”?

Leslie-Jean hung up again.

?Crawling out of the bed took on a new urgency for Leslie-Jean this morning as she suddenly got the urge to throw up.? She fell out of the bed and pushed forcefully through the half-opened bathroom door. Falling to her knees, she threw herself at the foot of the toilet. She slammed up the toiletseat and planted her face unashamedly into its opening. The sound of gagging could be heard throughout the apartment.

?“Oh gawwwwd!” Leslie-Jean gagged out as she pulled a towel from the rack and wiped her mouth of last night’s remnants of pizza and barbecued chicken. “I must be coming down with something.”

?Flushing the toilet, she found some consolation in her suspicion that she was coming down with something. Leslie-Jean attempted to get up but quickly fell to her knees and once again leaned over the toilet bowl to continue emptying her whole body of whatever remained from last night’s meal. Perhaps too, of all of yesterday’s lunch as well. “Aggggggh, lawwwwwd!”

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Crime Scene: Bishop Paxton’s home

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“You’re a little out of your jurisdiction, aren’t you, detective?” The deputy asked Detective Morris.

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“That’s possible, but the fire department are going to have to make their findings, as well as the AFT.” Morris answered. “A body was found about 75 yards south of the house, but still on the property. Do you have any idea who it may have been, deputy?

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“No, they are still examining it out there. This doesn’t look like your jurisdiction, is it, Detective?” The deputy continued walking towards the crime scene, spitting as he walked away.

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“I’m sorry, deputy!” Hakeem answered with an apology. “It’s just early, I haven't had my coffee, yet! I’m having some coffee being delivered, would you like some?”

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“5 sugars and 3 creams!” The deputy answered. He never looked back.

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“I didn’t say I was going to deliver it to you,” Hakeem whispered. Hakeem sent a text message to Leslie-Jean, hoping to catch her before she was on her last leg to the crime scene. After sending the text, he stooped down to pick up what appeared to be some personal effects near the body. They looked related somehow, but it was a burn scene. Everything he looked at on the ground looked related even in its burnt state.

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“Looks like you were carrying a gun, partner,” Hakeem later addressed the deceased on the ground. An arm was missing from its body. A portion of its skull was missing. “Were you hit by the explosion? Or were you already a victim of another crime?”

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Hakeem continued asking the dead body questions, “Were you hit by some shrapnel or something?” The identity of the body would have to be made by the coroner or the sheriff’s department. For now, Hakeem would have to be satisfied with any evidence that the deceased could ‘tell’ him, even as it laid in debris.

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“There was a strong possibility that the body did not land in the backyard from the. explosion,” the detective thought to himself.

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“Where did you say you were from again?” The deputy circled back around and led a beautiful German Shepherd to check for other evidence from the crime scene around the destroyed home. “I don’t understand how you can be in charge of this scene and you are not from around here.” The deputy argued.

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“I never said I was in charge,” Hakeem corrected him. “I am waiting for Special Agent-in-Charge E. Rogers.”

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“Oh,” the deputy acknowledged.

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“Did you know the residents who lived near the residents? Hakeem asked him.

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“I knew that she was a big-uppity pastor on the Westbank side of New Orleans Parish.”

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“You guys ever had to respond to any disturbances out here?”

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“Not that I called,” the deputy answered while trying to control the dog. “ I did a little detective work myself, like the Sheriff asked me.”

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“What did you find out?” Hakeem asked him. Hoping the deputy would feel obliged to share his investigative information with him.

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“I checked with a few neighbors down the road since the explosion,” responded the deputy. “Nobody lives that close to each other out this far. Last week they saw a lot of vehicles parked in front of the house, but they went to bed before the cars left. They didn’t report any disturbances, just that it was a lot of cars and vans.”

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Hakeem continued walking the perimeter of the property, hoping to see any evidence that may have been missed during the preliminary investigation. He heard a car pulling onto the property from the highway. It was Special Agent In Charge, E. Rogers. The detective walked out towards the front of the property to meet her. Pulling behind the SAC, none-too-soon, Leslie-Jean. In her car.

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“Why didn’t Leslie-Jean come over on her motorcycle?” Hakeem asked no one. “We could have taken a quick ride along the lake.”

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