The Billionaire and His Driver

CHAPTER FIVE

The SUV pulled to the curb and Kaiser Grant, a tall, lean black man, pushed away from the wall outside of the pool hall. He took one last drag on his cigarette, tossed it with a flick of his finger, and then made his way across the sidewalk and got in on the back driver’s side seat. “Took you long enough to get here,” he said as he closed the door and the SUV drove away.

Joe Mosley was seated on the front passenger seat with a brown and black Yorkshire Terrier on his lap. “You better not be wasting my time again. What you got?”

“You ain’t gonna believe it, Boss.”

“Whatta you mean I won’t believe it? Just tell me what you got.”

“We found her.”

Mosley paused when he heard that declaration, but then he continued to rub his dog. “Found who?”

“Sabrina Hawkins.”

“Where?”

“You’ll never guess.”

“Where, man, spit it out!”

“Bradshaw Manor.”

Mosley frowned. “What the fuck is Bradshaw Manor?”

“A humongous mansion over in Windale.”

“Where those rich pricks live?”

“One in the same.”

“So what are you telling me? The bitch got out of prison and brought a mansion?”

Kaiser rolled his eyes. The boss was vicious, but he was stupid as fuck. Got where he was only because of sheer luck, not because of any great skills he possessed. “She works there, Boss. She doesn’t own it. She’s working there.”

“Who owns it then?”

Another eye roll. It’s Bradshaw Manor. Who did he think owned it? “Warren Bradshaw owns it,” Kaiser said.

That finally got the boss’s real attention. He turned and looked at Kaiser. “That tech billionaire? THE Warren Bradshaw?”

“One in the same.”

“What would he want with her?”

“She’s one of his maids, is what we at first thought. But she apparently got a promotion because today she’s his driver. Our guy Drez has been following her for a couple days just to get a layout of her life, and he followed the van that brought her into work this morning. But she wasn’t holed up in the mansion all day like she had been the previous day. She’s at some private airfield in Windale right now waiting for his plane to land. She’s his driver now.”

The boss exhaled. “That could complicate matters.”

“That’s what I’m thinking too. Warren Bradshaw? Damn he’s big. But I did some digging. The good news is that Bradshaw don’t give a damn about the thousands of people that work for him, and that includes everybody that works at Bradshaw Manor. But it’s still not going to be so easy to get next to her ass if she’s always around his ass.”

“She’s a live-in?”

“No. She’s got her own place. That’s how we tracked her down a couple days ago. We got an address for her.”

“Why didn’t you pull her ass in then?”

“We didn’t know who else lived at that address. We didn’t know her routine. We had to get more intel before we made any move.”

“What’s her story then? She’s married now? Got kids? She hasn’t been out the slammer that long.”

“She lives alone. Don’t do nothing but go to work and go home.”

“Then what’s the hold up?”

“Like I said, we had to get the lay of her life first. Now that we got it, I’ve already ordered Drez to break in while she’s at work today and stay there until she gets home. Then he’ll bring her in.”

“If she doesn’t come through for us,” the boss said, “we’re screwed. You understand that, right?”

“Hell yeah I understand it. But we got this. We’ll bring her in tonight. That I guarantee you.”

“Took us seven months to find her. Seven long months after she got released. Should have grabbed her the moment she walked out of that penitentiary. But your ass didn’t even know she was being released.”

“We didn’t know she was a part of this until three weeks ago. Remember that? We just found out. And within weeks of finding out, we found her. We did our due-diligence. Now I got a guy on the ground to grab her. What’s the problem?”

“The problem is you don’t know there’s a problem,” Mosley said. “That’s the problem I always have with your ass. I told you to keep her on our radar the day she walked into that prison.”

“But we weren’t sure she had anything to do with it.”

“You weren’t sure, but I was. That’s why I told you to keep tabs on her. I told you that two years ago. But did you do it? No. That should have been a firing offense in and of itself.”

Mosley motioned for his driver to pull over. “If I wake up tomorrow and find that bitch is not in our custody and control, there’s no more shoulda-woulda-couldas. It will be a firing offense. Of the permanent variety.” He turned and looked at Kaiser Grant as the SUV came to a stop. “You feel me?”

Kaiser swallowed hard. “I feel you,” he said. “But what I’m trying to say--”

“Get out,” Mosley said, interrupting him.

Kaiser knew he was on borrowed time. He knew this grab and go had to work or it would be his ass. “Yes sir,” he said, and got out of the SUV. “Asshole,” he added, as the SUV sped away, leaving him in the dust and miles away from where he started from.