Marcus and Carmen sat quietly in the back seat of Agent Grant's Crown Victoria as she drove them away from the federal building. Agent Grant glanced in the rear view mirror, she could see the dejected look on both of their faces as they contemplated the ramifications of Special Agent Ward's question. He was right. What did any of the goings on at Hudson Financial have to do with the murder of Desireé Ferguson? Special Agent Ward had made a valid point. Desireé was murdered violently. It was a crime of passion. Each of the murders connected to Hudson Financial were committed in such a way that it would minimize police involved.
Agent Grant turned into Marcus's driveway and turned off the car. Marcus thanked agent Grant for the ride and for all she had done. As he got out of the car, Carmen leaned forward and whispered to Agent Grant, “Can you take me somewhere else?”
“I'll take you where ever you need to go. And stay with you for as long as you need me to.”
“Good. Can you give me a minute?” Carmen jumped out of the car and caught up with Marcus. “Marcus, I'm going to have agent Grant take me home.”
“Okay,” Marcus turned and started back toward the car. “I'll go with you.”
“No, Marcus. I need to be alone for a while.”
“Are you gonna be alright?”
“I'll be fine, Marcus, really. Agent Grant is going to stay with me for as long as I need her to. I'll call you later tonight. Okay,” Carmen said and kissed Marcus on the cheek. Marcus opened the car door for her.
“Okay,” Marcus said reluctantly. “If you're sure you'll be alright.” He shut the door. “Call me tonight!”
“I will,” Carmen yelled back as Agent Grant pulled out of the driveway.
“Where do you want me to take you?” Agent Grant asked as she drove.
“Just drive for now, I need to text somebody,” Carmen replied, dialing her phone. Before to long the phone rang and Carmen answered. “Hello.”
“This Denny.”
“What's up Denny Boo?”
“Waz up, Carm. This your new number?”
“It sure is.”
“Hold up, let me save it. Now. Waz up, Carm? I ain't heard from you. I thought you went back across the water and all that was just talk on the radio about you shaking your groove thang at Bell Bottoms.”
“Nope. Still here. And I'll probably be her for a while. I'm thinking about buying a house.”
“No shit. You staying? That’s cool, Carm, maybe then you'll pencil me into your busy schedule.”
“Actually, Denny Boo, that's why I was calling. I need to see you.”
“When.”
“As soon as you can. I need a favor.”
“What you need?”
“I'd rather not say over the phone. I'll tell you when I see you. Can I meet you somewhere?”
“Yeah, why don't you meet me at Grant Park?”
“Grant park, huh?” Carmen said and a little smile came over her face.
“You remember our spot.”
“Yeah, I remember. You feeling a little nostalgic today?”
“Something like that. I'll be there in twenty minutes.”
“I'll see you there,” Carmen said and pressed end on the phone. “Agent Grant, would you mind taking me to Grant Park?”