Page 15 of Protecting Tina


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Pratt looked over Diesel’s shoulder and stared at the sketch for a few moments before she gasped. “Dominick, please tell me this is a joke.”

Dominick walked over to where his sister was standing, looking over Diesel shoulder as well. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why does she keep popping up in shit?”

“What do you mean keeps popping up in shit? I haven’t heard about anything in the last year and a half.” Pratt said, questioning her brother in confusion.

“There’s been some local shit popping off in the district, mostly my route. The description always matched Jennifer.” Dominick answered, shaking his head.

“Sounds like she purposely chose your district that way she can use it against you in court if she’s ever arrested.” Rameriez commented haphazardly.

“Ramz is right. If Jennifer was ever arrested by Dominick or SDPD period, she would be able to use prejudice against her as the reason for the arrest. She knows Dom and I can’t stand her. We’d rather cut her throat than deal with her. She would defiantly use that to her advantage in court.” Pratt confirmed Dominick’s thinking.

“Wolf, can you ask Tex if he can send us a copy of the video that shows the woman bumping into Sheila, I want to look at something really quick before we can confirm it’s actually her.” Dominick asked Wolf, as he rubbed the back of his neck and sighing.

“Why do we always ask Wolf to call the man? Doesn’t anyone else have the man’s number?” Diesel asked the room, as she looked around for everyone’s answer.

“I’ve always wondered that too.” Rameriez agreed shrugging. “What would we do if Wolf wasn’t here? Wait for him to come home and ask him to call.”

Pratt flipping the two women off and pulled out her own phone as Wolf and the rest of the room laughed. Dialing Tex’s number, she waited for him to pick up as she kept staring at the photo that was believed to be that of her evil stepsister.

“Hey red on the head. How are you?” Tex answered the phone.

“Thinking of dying the hair black, but if I do, my ass might wind up red. Men are no fun these days.” Pratt responded with several growls from the men and chuckles from the women in the background.

“If he doesn’t, I’m sure I can make a trip down to tan that ass.” Tex murmured as he kept clacking the keyboard.

“Yeah, your wife would kick both our asses if my husband didn’t kill you first.”

“This is true. Lucky for everyone, I’m very much in love with my wife so you’re safe.” Tex laughed. “What can I do for you Laura.”

“The cams, you saw the part where the woman bumped into Sheila, correct?”

“Yes, it’s a little grainy but you can see it was intended, not to mention the fact she kept her face from being fully seen. What are you thinking?”

“Eddie just got back with the sketch that was done from Sheila’s description. I think we know who she is just from that, but Dom and I need to see the video itself to confirm if it’s who we think it is.”

“Who do you think it is?” Tex asked, curiously.

“Dom and I think, just from the sketch alone that it is our stepsister Jennifer. But we can’t be a hundred percent sure.”

“I just sent what I have to your phone. Call me back when you’re done.” Tex said as he hung up the phone.

“Dominick, I have the video.” Pratt yelled over to her brother as she pulled up the video for them to watch.

“Son of a bitch!” Pratt and Dominick both said at the same time.

“What?” Raso asked, stepping over to where the two were standing to look at the video with them.

“It’s definitely Jennifer.” Dominick answered for Pratt.

“How do you know since she doesn’t show her face?” Diesel asked, as she joined the group.

“Cortez, set this up so we can show the whole room on the big screen.” Pratt said to her teammate as she walked towards her with her phone.

Once Cortez hooked her phone up to the large screen tv, they set the video up for everyone to see. Pratt stood to the back with her brother and her husband while everyone else stood closer to the screen to see what it was that Pratt saw.

“It’s definitely Jennifer. Damn it.” Dominick grumbled, shaking his head as he stepped away to get his anger under control.

“I don’t get it. How can you be so sure it’s her?” Diesel asked the siblings. “She doesn’t show her face, and from what I can see, there’s nothing on there that can identify her.”