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“I know it won’t happen again. Because you’ll be dead,” I stood up, picked up the bag and then I shot Kojo twice in the chest.
“Oh shit, Black!” Dexter shouted right before I put two bullets in his head.
When I got to Andre’s office, the look on Shawna’s face told me that there was something wrong. I was about to ask her what was up, but when Andre’s office door swung open, I got my answer.
“Mike Black.” Detective Kirkland said.
“Detective.” I snapped my fingers a few times like I was trying to recall his name, but I knew exactly who this mutha fucka was and what he represented to me. “Kirkland, right?”
“Right,” he said and got in my face to intimidate me. I don’t know why. It didn’t work the first time, so why he thought that it would work this time was beyond me. “But you can call me Kirk.”
“Right.” I said and took a step closer to him, because I wasn’t intimidated by him. “Kirk it is.”
“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”
“I hope that it was all good, Detective,” I said.
“No, Black, it wasn’t. People tell me that you’re a very dangerous man and not the one to fuck with.”
I laughed because it was the truth. “I don’t know why people would say that about me. I’m a peaceful man,” I said, and Shawna had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing.
“I’m willing to bet that there are a bunch of people who would strongly disagree with that statement.” He paused. “Like Silky. I’m sure he wouldn’t think you’re such a peaceful man.”
“Did you ever find out who killed him?”
“Yeah. You did. I just can’t prove it, yet. But you beat him to death that night in front of his women and now those are your women,” Kirk said and from that I knew two things.
One, somebody was talking, and I needed to find out who and two, I learned that Kirk was thorough, and he was going to be somebody that I was gonna have to deal with.
But he made that clear to me at our first meeting.
The detective stepped away from me like he was going to leave, but he got right back in my face. “I might as well ask you while I’m here.”
“What’s that, Detective?”
“You wouldn’t know anything about the murder of Wilson Goode?” Kirk asked.
“Wilson’s dead?” I laughed.
“Okay, Black. You can laugh that shit off and make jokes all you want, but I know who you are and I’m coming for you,” the detective warmed.
“I ain’t hard to find,” I said and went in Andre’s office without saying another word to the detective.
When I closed the door to the office, Andre was seated behind his desk and he didn’t look happy. “I see you met my new best friend,” Andre said.
“We’ve met before.”
“So I hear. Did you kill Silky?” Andre asked, and I responded with silence.
Andre shook his head. “You gotta come outta this. Too many mutha fuckas gettin’ dead and it’s bringing to much heat on me.” I stood up and headed for the bar. “That nigga is in here with some shit damn near every day and Cavanagh says he can’t be bought.”
“Every man has a price.”
“True, it just may be harder trying to find his,” Andre said and laughed. “I mean, look at him. He’s got honest cop written all over his face.”
“Don’t you hate it when that happens,” I said.
“What happened with Dexter?” Andre asked.
