I already guessed this and, at that point, I didn’t care about this.
So I prompted, “And?”
She pulled in breath, that breath that said she was preparing me for something not so fun.
Then she started to give me the not so fun. “One thing that doesn’t have any mystery when it comes to Delgado is His Days.”
“His Days?” Tracy repeated.
Cam nodded at her. “Otherwise known as His Women.”
“Shit,” Tracy muttered, her eyes cutting to me but my eyes stayed glued to Cam as I struggled to breathe.
Then I choked out, “Talk to me.”
Cam pressed her lips together then she said, “Girl, I’m so sorry.”
I felt a tingly sensation in my throat and it wasn’t the same happy one as last night.
“Talk to me, Cam,” I whispered.
Another breath then Cam stated, “Okay, Delgado is known to claim women. He does this and slots them into a schedule. They come and go but while they’re there, they’re claimed. He investigates them and it’s made clear no one goes near them. When he’s done with them, he’s done, one moves out, he moves another one in.”
“This can’t be,” I told her. “I don’t have a day.”
Cam swallowed. Not a good sign.
“What?” I asked.
“Girl –” she started.
I leaned forward and repeated. “What?”
“You’re known as Filler.”
Oh my God.
“I’m known as Filler?” I whispered.
She nodded. “He’s feeling like a switch up, or one of his women is out of town or he’s got a slot open he hasn’t filled yet, he comes to you.”
“I’m known as Filler,” I repeated.
“Honey –” Tracy whispered.
“Who knows me as Filler?” I asked Cam
“Um…” she hesitated then said, “everyone now.”
“Everyone now,” I repeated.
She nodded.
“Lawson?”
She bit her lip and nodded again.
Oh my God!