Page 79 of 4 Corinthians

“I need some information,” I told him, getting right to the point. “Tyrell Cartell.”

“What about him?” he asked. “A potential client?”

“Possibly,” I replied. “What can you pull up on him?”

“You got a date of birth?”

“Yeah, hold up.” I moved the phone from my ear, put it on speakerphone, then went to the file Trey sent me and gave him all the information he would need.

“Got it,” Nine said. “Alright, so it looks like he’s in a relationship and has a kid; his bank account is sitting at about sixty thousand; his parents are alive and well.” He stopped and chuckled.

“What’s up?”

“He’s security for SP,” Nine answered with a laugh, and I smiled. I already knew that, but I needed Nine to see it so he would think this shit was just by chance. “I can snatch him tonight.”

“Nah,” I said, shaking my head.

“Why not?” he questioned. “If he’s contacting you for some shit and he works for SP, ain’t no way you gonna tell me you think it was just by chance. This has Robert written all over it.”

“Which is why I don’t want to snatch him up yet,” I told him. “I want to see where the fuck this shit is going. Robert ain’t gonna show his hand for no reason. I want to know the reason why he sent this dumb muthafucka.”

“So, you just want me to watch him?” he asked, then kissed his teeth. “I can do that.” I could hear him tapping at his computer. “Wait a fucking minute.”

“What’s up?”

“I saw this nigga at Corinthians shop the other day,” he said. “She lined my hair up, and he was there.” He chuckled. “Nah nigga he gotta go. If Robert and Logan are as half as bad as I think they are, ain’t no way I can let this nigga live.”

“I’m telling you to leave that nigga be,” I told him. “If we gotta sit down and talk to the DeCorte’s about him then fine, but he gotta stay alive until I can figure out what the fuck is going on.”

He got quiet, and I knew he was thinking. Nine was short-tempered and moved without thinking, especially when it came to the people he was close to. He may have only been around the DeCortes for a few months, but it was long enough for him to consider them important enough to protect.

“Nah, I don’t want them involved unless they have to be,” he said.

“So, what you want to do? What are you thinking?” I asked because I already knew he was thinking of a plan.

“Come to KC,” he finally said. “Meet Tyrell in person, show your face and see how Robert reacts.”

“Come to KC?” I repeated. “Nah, I can think of something else.”

“Ain’t no other way,” Nine said. “Come here, make it quick. A meet-and-greet, then fly back. I can keep an eye on him after that.”

“Alright,” I agreed. “I’ll set up the meeting.”

***

Nine suggested we meet across the street at a restaurant near his friend Wednesday restaurants. From where we stood at the entrance, we could see into the dining area, and I could see Tyrell sitting in a corner booth. He was on his phone, enjoying the conversation with whoever he was talking to.

“Look at you, looking professional and shit,” Nine chuckled as he dapped me up. We hugged and then stepped back. “You alright?” His brow went up, and I nodded. “You sure?”

I adjusted the cuffs of my jacket. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“You look like you're about to fall out,” he chuckled, then pulled his phone from his pocket. His smile dropped, and he looked up at me with concern. “Yo vitals are all over the place. What’s going on?”

“I’m annoyed,” I told him.

“Why?”

“I gotta meet with this nigga knowing what I know,” I told him, nodding to where Tyrell was sitting.