The Versace League by Shan

him just like he hacked others. He was sure that his password was not some shit that an average person would’ve chosen.
                  “Aye, I need a favor,” Yamin said into the receiver of his phone.
                  “Anything,” Katrina gleefully answered.
                  “Find me somebody that can break into Cortez’s computer and bring him over here to his place.”
                  “Alright, give me a few hours.”
                  “Trina, I don’t have a few hours. I need to get back to looking for Ashley. I’ll see you within the hour,” Yamin hung up. He stood up and walked out of the office. He started to go outside with Manny, when he decided to go into Cortez’s bedroom instead. The fact that whoever had killed Cortez and kidnapped Ashley knew so much personal information about them, he couldn’t help but wonder if this extended passed something that he’d done to someone. He had to consider all possibilities.
                  He pushed the door opened to Cortez’s room and looked around. The bed was neatly made and only a pair of basketball shorts and tennis shoes sat on the floor. He strolled over to the walk in closet and stepped inside. There were hundreds of tennis shoes lined against the wall and even shoeboxes sitting on a shelf that was stacked to the ceiling. All of Cortez’s clothing was neatly hung on one side and oddly the other side of the closet was completely empty. Patrice and Cortez did not live together, but she kept clothing here just as he did at her place downtown.
                  “When the fuck did she take her shit out of here?” Yamin asked as he exited the closet. He walked over to a tall dresser that sat against the wall and pulled the first drawer open-it was empty. He did the same for the second drawer and it was also empty. Yamin stood still and looked around the room once more. Cortez hadn’t mentioned anything about he and Patrice having problems and he wondered if all this had happened before or after Cortez’s death.
                  Yamin began to type a text message to his brother Aasir: Has Patrice mentioned to you that her and the youngn was having problems? As he waited for Aasir to respond, he walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs to join Manny who was posted up outside.
                  “Hey, did my youngn’ ever mention to you that he was having problems with his old lady?” Yamin asked Manny the same thing.
                  “Nah, he never said nothing about that bird,” Manny said while puffing on a cigarette.
                  “Has she asked you to bring her by here, or has she mentioned that she’s been by here lately?”
                  “Nah, I haven’t seen her since the funeral and she didn’t say nothing bout it before then. Let me ask my bro if he heard anything like that,” Manny said and pulled his cell phone from his pocket.
                  Yamin paced back and forth as he waited for Aasir to hit him back and for Katrina to show up.
    ***
    “Okay, this should work right here,” the computer tech said as he tapped the keys. Katrina showed up over an hour ago with some guy she pulled out of the West End of Dallas and he had been working for the last hour trying to get into Cortez’s computer but to no avail. Yamin almost wanted to give up, but wondered what he would find if he gained entry.
                  “Has the FBI or the police not been by here? I’m surprised to see that Cortez’s place looks this damn good,” Yamin wondered, but aloud.
                  “No, this isn’t the address that Cortez has listed on his driver’s license and I don’t believe that the police knew about it. The FBI definitely don’t have record of it.-I mean I only know about it because of course I’ve been here plenty of times before. He only has