Wild West of the Heart
SIXTY

His hands trailed against the stairs as he jumped across the stairs. When he reached the top was when the front door finally closed, drawing Titi's attention from the kitchen.

She peeked through the door, looking up the now empty stairs. "Ola" She called, her voices coming back as an echo. "What is it?" Mary asked, coming out of the parlor. She had a bowl full of grated carrots as she shrugged her shoulders. "Nevermind" She said under her breath.

Ola peered from above the stairs, still in his rumpled school uniforms. His hands held unto the handle of his door as he gently pushed it down. On getting down, he tossed Pennywise to the bed before he hefted out the phone from his pockets.

He used his feet to draw unto his charging cable that was already connected to the socket. His hands shook fidgetedly as he plugged it in. For a second, he faced the ceiling as he heaved a breath. "Come on"

His eyes darted to the door. And it was from the corner that he saw the phone lit up. Now, he didn't have the luxury of his own phone since he was still grounded, technically. He gasped, watching the phone light up with the brand name first- Nokia.

His fingernail scratched against the surface of the keypad, scraping what seemed to be a mix of dried blood and dirt. He scrunched his nose, waiting for the never ending brand name to disappear-

-so at least he could get into the phone. He was sure he heard footsteps underneath his door, it was why he stood to sit against the floor. His eyes went back and forth the phone and his wooden door.

Before finally, the phone came on. He wasn't exactly religious but he muttered a prayer beneath his lips. He tried to work out the OS of what was like the oldest model of Nokia he'd seen. But soon, he got a hang of it, managing to unlock it. His back rested against his hard closet drawers as his jaw began to drop slowly. "This-" He muttered, the first thing he scrolled through being the photos.

His eyes stared in disbelief at who was in these photos and a sly breath escaped his lips. "Jazzlyn" His fingers scrolled all the way to the very last and a smirk morphed on the corner of his lips.

"Damn" He muttered, looking up from the evidence. The police might have wanted witnesses but this, he realized, this was more.

He just needed to figure out what this meant, after months, and what to do with it. Lest it ends up in the hands. He took in a deep breath, allowing his brain to finally grasp this. "Call Mira" He impulsively said his very best option as his hands scrolled to her inbox where she seemed to have a new text.

And upon seeing it- "Oh" Came a soft exclaim.

-

Mira sat in the chair, opposite his desk.

Dare looked to her in what seemed to her to be deja vu. She shook her head off those thoughts as she placed her palms to his wooden table. "What is it?" She broke the silence. "About Mira"

By this time, Dee and Tara were sure to have located DaSilva in his black mustang now. And they stared out of their windows, waiting for Mira.

Officer Dare hefted out a stack of documents, placing it to the table. Mira peered over at where his one finger pointed to. "Is that your friend?" He asked as she looked at a very rare passport of Jazz. She nodded. "Yes"

Her eyes scanned through what seemed to be hospital papers and Dare fell back in his chairs-

"What is it?"

Silva asked the very question as she pushed open the door for Mira to enter. She sat in the passenger's seat, her eyes fixed on the car windshield. Silva waved to draw her eyes back here.

"What's going on, Mira?" He asked, after she'd spent about half an hour with Dare. And all she did was turn back to him with teary eyes.

"Is it about Jazzlyn?" Dee peered from behind with the obvious question and she forced a hard lump down her throat, recollecting his very words. "Jazz" She paused.

"Jazz was sick when she died" She finally said and Silva arched his brows. "Sick?" He echoed her very words to Officer Dare. "Terminally?" He'd replied.

And she was restive in her seats. "Cancer?" She instinctively said the first thing that came to her mind but he shook his head. "No, Mira. Worse_" She turned to Silva. "She was terribly sick"

To be continued...