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"Go ahead and do it. But even if you kill me the shit won’t stop. It will only get worse. You got more enemies than just me. Only one that can save you is me. Drop this nigga and make it all right, and we can get back to where we was," Jay Easy pleaded.
Rain looked at Jay Easy and shook her head. "You always was a stupid mutha fucka. I don’t want you. That nigga’s so far above your level that you couldn’t even understand it." Rain laughed. "That, and he’s fuckin’ the shit outta me."
Jay Easy spit in her face. Rain picked up the gun and shot him in the face. Then she pulled the car over and pushed him out in the street. Rain closed the door and drove off.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
One step behind, Kirk and Richards arrive at Rock-well’s apartment. When they get there, the uniformed officers had already gotten there and had taken control of the murder scene.
"Looks like we’re a little late for the party," Richards said as he and Kirk entered the apartment.
Kirk looked around the apartment. "Yeah, but this one’s different." He knelt down next to one of Rain’s people. "They’re not tied up this time." He stood up and walked around the room. "Looks like somebody got them before they had a chance to tie them up, and killed the shooters."
"PR?"
"Probably," Kirk said and continued walking around the apartment. He looked at the bullet holes in the wall. "Looks like she was in the back here; they see her and start shooting at her."
"You’re not sayin’ that she took all three of these guys down by herself, are you?" Richards asked.
"I doubt it, but I’m not ruling it out. We’ll know more when the ballistics comes back. That may tell us how many, and if we’re lucky, who was with her."
Kirk went in the kitchen and looked at the body. "Come here, Pat." When Richards got there, Kirk pointed to the wounds. "This one was shot once in the shoulder, once in his hand, once in each leg and the kill shot to the head; like they were trying to make him talk."
"Think he told them what they wanted to know?"
"If he did we can expect more bodies," Kirk said. "Anybody see anything?" he said to one of the uniforms.
"Haven’t started a canvass yet, detective."
"Well get to it. Maybe a miracle will occur and somebody saw something."
While the officers went to canvass the building, the detectives remained at the crime scene. "What do we have, Pat?"
"So far we got four crime scenes. The first three were most likely drug robberies. The victims were all tied up, on their knees and executed. Word is, all the victims work for somebody called PR—who a junkie hooker says is a woman. She tips us to this place.
"We get here and we find six bodies. One of them is probably Rockwell. Three of them were most likely the shooters we’ve been looking for, and one of them may have been tortured into telling PR or somebody connected to her, who knows what before they blow his brains out," Kirk said and walked back in the kitchen. "Too bad he can’t tell us what he told them. At least we’d know where to go next."
"You guys throw a party and didn’t invite me?"
Kirk and Richards turned to see Detective Sanchez walk in the apartment. "What? You didn’t get the memo about killing drug dealers?" Richards mused.
"I must have missed that one. Que Pasa, Kirk?"
"Gene."
"I take it these are the shooters you been looking for? I’d ask if you killed them," Sanchez said as he looked at one of the bodies, "but shooting suspects in the head isn’t exactly your style."
"You recognize anybody?" Kirk asked.
Sanchez walked around the room and checked each of the bodies. "This one."
"Who is he?" Richards asked.
"KK Rockwell."
"You know who he’s with?" Richards asked.
"He used to run with a chick named Rain Robinson."
