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"Bo," Black said. "It figures. He arranged the hit on Kenny. I thought he just wanted to kill you, Nick, but this boy was more ambitious than I gave him credit for. Mutha fucka wanted us all dead."
Bobby started walking toward the bar. "Let me get a drink, and then we go take care of that asshole."
"No need." Black joined Bobby at the bar. "Monika all ready took care of Bo and Hank."
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
The following morning, all gathered at Woodlawn Cemetery to pay their final respects to Kenny Lucas. Before the funeral began, Kirk and Richards arrived on the scene. There were a number of questions that the detectives needed answers to, and this was the best place to get them.
"See, Pat, they’re all here."
"Yeah, but that don’t mean we’re gonna get anything out of any of them," Richards said as he and Kirk got out of their car and made their way toward the assembled guests.
"They are a tight-lipped bunch, always have been. But it’s not always what they say, it’s what they don’t say and how they don’t say it," Kirk claimed as the stood off to the side.
The minister spoke, "Love is the one virtue that goes on into eternity. Neither death nor time nor hell’s fire could ever end true love. In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to Almighty God our brother Kenny Lucas, and we commit his body to the ground, earth-to-earth, ashes-to-ashes, dust-to-dust. The Lord bless him and keep him. The Lord make his face to shine upon him and be gracious unto him and give him peace. Amen."
Once the service was over, the detective
headed straight for Black, who was making his way back to his car along with CeCe and Victor.
"Good morning, detectives," Black said as soon as they were close enough to hear him. "I’m surprised to see you gentlemen, but I appreciate you coming to pay your respects."
"Whatever," was Detective Richards’ response.
"I was wondering if we could get a moment of your time, Black?" Kirk said, choosing to be a bit more diplomatic than his partner.
"Not a problem." Black turned to CeCe and Victor. "Would you two please excuse me while I talk to the detectives?"
"Sure," CeCe said and walked away to mingle with the other guests.
"I’ll be right here if you need me, Black," Victor said.
"That won’t be necessary. I’m sure I’ll be safe with these two paragons of virtue," Black said as Victor stepped away. "So what can I do for you gentlemen?"
"You know me, Black; just a couple of questions. Maybe you could clear some things up for me," Kirk said and let out a little yawn. "Excuse me," the detective said as he covered his mouth.
"You look tired, detective."
"I had a busy night—double homicide. Some people you know."
"Who got murdered, detective?"
"Bruce Stark and Clifford Moon were found dead at Fat Larry’s late last night."
"I hadn’t heard that, detective," Black said.
"I’m surprised you hadn’t heard about it. I heard you and him were close, Black."
"We talked about this, Kirk, remember? After that unfortunate business with him and The Commission, I wouldn’t call us close."
"What about Lorraine Robinson?" Richards asked. "You know her?"
"She’s Jasper Robinson’s daughter, right?"
"That’s her. After JR died, she took over his club."
"I haven’t seen Lorraine since she was a little girl. Her and her brother Miles, were nice kids."
