The natural mug on his face mirrored Junior’s as they both looked at me.
“Because legally, this is where I live, even though I’ll physically be living with you. Call it a career caution.”
He looked at me for a moment confused before he got it and nodded. It was my way of telling him I never wanted anybody to come looking for me at his home, even though it would be mine as well.Caution.
We spent a while longer in my ghosted apartment before I felt like I had enough and he couldn’t carry anything else given he had handed me a sleeping Junior during our first trip down.
“What about the other stuff?” He motioned with his hand like it was a gun after he stuffed the boxes into his trunk.
“Marshall Row.”
“What?” he looked confused.
“Townhouse.” I shrugged, thinking back on where I actually recuperated after my shooting.
He was confused again and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You couldn’t possibly think I only had one place where I laid my head.” I placed Junior in his seat and began strapping him in.
He laughed. “Yeah, your niece was on to something. Super spy ass. I’ma need a list of every residence, ’cause if you ever think you’re gonna get low on me, I’m blowing all those motherfuckers down simultaneously.”
I giggled and ensured Junior was good before I closed the door.
“You’re laughing and I’m serious, Killa. You about to meet us at the house, right?” He stepped in front of me.
“Yeah, I’m gonna stop by the pawn shop and pick up something my father said was dropped off for me, then I’ll be right there.”
“Aight. I’ma get him settled.” He stepped closer to me, tilted my chin up, and lowered his head to kiss me. “Don’t have me waiting too long either.”
A brief peck later I was moving toward my car while he stood there and watched me. Yep, I loved this man and every demanding part of him.
When I pulled out of the parking lot, I went in the opposite direction from Iso. While he went toward the expressway to get out of the city, I went deeper in. The pawn shop was in Lower Briar, a ten-minute ride away.
I was about to turn a corner when I realized a blue Dodge Charger was keeping up with me. To be sure, I made several right turns until I led him into a T-shaped alley with a short end then popped up behind him, blocking him from backing out.
I was out of the car with my badge and gun in hand immediately. “Don’t move your fuckin’ hands,” I said quickly, with a pistol to the officer’s head.
“Briar South PD. Do you know who the fuck I am?” His hands were up immediately as he spoke.
“I made you three blocks back. Do you know who you’re following?” I extended my badge, pulling the gun back and backing up. “Now get the fuck out of the car.”
He got out immediately.
“Who put you on me?” I glared at him, pulling my agency phone from my pocket and dialing one number before putting it to my face.
He was taken aback.
“Talk,” I demanded.
“Sergeant Nick Morrow.”
I laughed to myself, then closed my agency phone and stepped up on the officer.
“He told you to follow me?”
“Because you’re a person of interest in a case he’s working.” The man spoke timidly. He was definitely new.
“How long have you been tailing me?”
