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“Nilou Drake, right?”
“She the DA?”
“According to this, yeah.”
“That’s her then. What you see?”
“Two cases. The one with J’No and the one with Conner’s ex. Both unsolved but closed. No active investigations.”
“That’s pretty much what Cali heard her say. She wrote both off as gang or drug related.”
York nodded and leaned back. “She sound like she was gonna do anything?”
“Nah, she said she wasn’t wasting tax dollars or resources but considering they didn’t do shit about trying to find out what went down with Merritt, I’m not expecting them to.”
“It doesn’t really matter. There’s nothing that can send them our way.”
War released a cloud of smoke. “With J’No for sure, but is that the case with ol’ boy?”
While War studied his boy’s face, York kept his expression neutral and shrugged nonchalantly before he stated with confidence, “I’ve been doing this long enough to keep myself detached.”
War nodded and slouched lower, feeling more relaxed that there weren’t any open investigations that could complicate things.
“What did Conner say that had you out here catching bodies for a woman you haven’t laid with?”
York smirked and brushed a hand over his head then his expression turned cold. “We were talking and shit. Not really about anything important but we ended up discussing our pasts. I asked if there was anything about hers she would change if she could. She said life with that nigga.” He shrugged again. “I couldn’t rewind time to fix the past she had with him, but I could offer her a future where he didn’t exist.”
The concept settled over War. He would easily do the same for Cali but then he asked, “Was it about Conner or was this about you needing to rewrite your past?”
York’s expression turned arctic. The subject was sensitive for him. War had been there the night York’s mother was murdered. The two of them were running the streets as they normally did, having no clue that York’s life would change so drastically. A man similar to Maurice but a million times worse decided his ego and pride was more important than York’s mother’s life. York was never the same after he lost her. He blamed himself and had a vengeful spirit when it came to men who thought it was okay to soothe their fragile egos by hurting helpless women.
“Her, but maybe both. I don’t fucking know. It’s done and can’t be undone so there’s nothing to discuss about any of it.”
War stared at him for a moment then moved on. “So what now?”
“Whatchu mean?”
“No matter your reason, you caught a body for her. What now?”
York smirked and massaged his chin. “Not a damn thing. I’m doing me, she’s doing her. We may be doing each other in the near future, but for now we’re just cool.”
“This muthafucker.” War chuckled, finishing what was left of his blunt. “Just know she can’t be like everybody else.”
“She won’t be.”
War tossed his chin and left the conversation there. Nothing else needed to be discussed.
Cali hadn’t experienced her sister laugh so much in years. For the past couple of months Conner was smiling more, laughing more, living and not simply existing. She thanked God every day that Conner hadn’t ended up a statistic. She wouldn’t end up a statistic because…
“Hey, did you hear what I just said?”
Cali tossed a few flakes of popcorn at her sister. “Of course I heard you. It’s hard not to since you won’t shut up. You’ve been talking a mile a minute since we started the movie, which means I’m going to have to watch it again, alone, if I want to know whether or not it’s actually good.”
“Fuck you. I’ve barely said anything.”
Cali arched a brow and a few flakes of popcorn were hurled at her own head by way of Conner. “Girls’ night means good food, good wine, and good conversation. I’m doing my part, sis, do yours.” Conner stuck her tongue out.
“Okay fine, let’s talk.” Cali lifted the remote, powered off the TV, and shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth just in time because Conner snatched the bowl and dropped it into her empty one.
