“The guy from the file slipped you?”
I shook my head. “Shit, I don’t know. One minute I got him and his whole routine down to the dates and stops and the next he’s like a fucking ghost. I even sat in front of his baby moms’ house for a couple hours. Niggas don’t go that long without seeing their seeds.”
She nodded. “And you’re watching him because of what?”
My eyes were on her, those wheels in her head seemingly turning.
“Just because he pulled the trigger doesn’t mean it was his idea. Tryna see who he interacted with, scope the situation.”
“Okay.”
I studied her, waiting for her to say anything after okay, but she didn’t. Her phone had her attention again.
“Okay what?” Impatience got the best of me and I had to ask.
“Okay, you got what you needed. Now stop playing with your vegetables, handsome.”
“Playing with m?—”
“My cousin used to say it. It means handle that shit and clear the plate.”
“And you think it’s just that easy?” I asked, watching her now stand to her feet. Her eyes were locked on me.
“It absolutely has to be,” was her response as she unzipped her black athletic jacket, showing a black lace bra underneath.
I wanted to ask what she meant by that, but less than a second later her hands were at my knees, pulling them apart. The distraction part was here.Shit, no more thinking about revenge… more about release.
I wokeup in the middle of the night, Liora next to me on her stomach, knocked out with the light from the TV getting on my fucking nerves. She must’ve turned it on when I fell asleep. I was about to turn it off when interesting news coverage caught my attention.
The infamous Rich Jordan is going to trial. Racketeering, RICO, and murder charges leading all the way back to the nineties. More evidence has been found. Will he spend life in jail or escape these charges as well?
The reporter stood in front of the courthouse in downtown Briar at the crack of dawn, reporting. It was five in the morning, so this was big shit… Had to be. This was news to me because I wasn’t aware Rich even had a case on him. Last I’d seen, he wasn’t in jail but at my gravesite.Damn, that happened fast.
I was up too early and knew sleep wouldn’t come back around until later tonight. With Liora’s words echoing through my brain, I got up and started getting dressed. We didn’t do much talking last night, but her words stuck.
I was in the middle of getting dressed when I heard her voice. “Shit, what time is it?”
“’Bout six. Go back to sleep, you good.”
She didn’t respond, but turned around and looked at me then the TV. She sat up before she spoke again. “I have a shift in a few hours.”
She was up, moving around before I could contest.
“I’ma see you tonight?” I asked like a straight bitch.
“Are you asking or telling?”
“Asking, because if I’m telling, you’ll be on some anti-authority shit. So, you're gonna come through?”
She laughed hard as fuck. “Yeah, after my shift. And this time I’ll bring the meal, because last night wasn’t it.”
That was the first and only thing to bring a laugh outta me. “You’re blaming me, but that’s the shit you ordered. Bet.”
We talked until we were both dressed, leaving around the same time. I opened the garage door for her to exit, given I was already parked to the left in the driveway.
Before pulling out, she lowered her window and looked at me. “Remember, don’t play with the veggies, handsome.”
“Aight, shorty.”
