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“I got some gin,” Ronin said sheepishly.
“That’s fine. Make it two,” I said and now Bobby was looking at me like I was crazy. I never drink white liquor.
I sat there, looking between Ronin, that necklace, and Bobby. He had known me long enough to know that something was going to happen, so while Ronin poured the drinks, Bobby discreetly checked his weapon.
“Here you go,” Ronin said when he put the glasses on the table.
“Thanks,” I said, but made no motion toward that glass as Ronin sat down across from me. “Yeah, it was a real shame about Vickie. Did you come to the funeral?”
“No, Black, I’m sorry. I was tied up with some business and couldn’t make it.”
“That’s all right. It was a good service. How close were you and Vickie, Ronin?”
“We were cool, know what I mean. Like I said, she was cool people. Always had a smile and something nice to say to everybody. People like that, they’re a rare jewel, know what I’m sayin’.”
I looked at the necklace and then I looked at Ronin. “Vickie … she come here a lot?”
Ronin sat back and looked between me and Bobby.
“Sometimes,” he said and that was the moment when Bobby realized where I was going and his facial expression changed. “But, not very often.”
“I heard her and Erickah Green used to be over here all the time,” I said and stood up. Bobby picked up his glass of gin and drained it.
“Where’d you hear that from, Black?”
“Erickah.”
I stopped in front of the necklace. “I swear, Black, I didn’t have anything to do with what happened to her.”
Bobby put his gun on the table.
“I know that.”
“Okay, yeah, her and Erickah used to come here to smoke.”
“All the time?”
“Yeah, yeah, she was over here a lot, but she wasn’t here the night she OD’d.”
“I know; she was with me that night.” I picked up the necklace and looked at Ronin. “She give you this when she ran out of money?”
Ronin dropped his head in his hands and Bobby picked up his gun. “Please don’t kill me, Black,” Ronin pleaded, and Bobby put one in the chamber.
“You served it up for her.” Bobby put the gun to his temple.
“Probably sitting right here at this table.” I stood in front of Ronin.
“I’m sorry, Black.”
“For what?”
“For whatever.”
“It’s cool.”
“Please don’t kill me, Black.”
“I’m not gonna kill you, but this is gonna hurt,” I said.
