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“Why?”

  “Just in case we’ve…”

  “Y’all don’t need my info then next thing I know, peeps gonna be thinking I’m down with Five-Oh. I ain’t down,” Coco said straining her neck. She thumped her cigarette then turned and ran upstairs. She left the officer staring in opened-mouth disbelief.

  THREE

  Lil’ Long sneaked out of the recreation room with Ernesto. He had known Ernesto somewhat, from back on the streets. Now locked up in the same facility everything was tight between them. Both slid into an office next to the recreation room. It was a counselor’s office.

  Soon two fat female correction officers joined them. The officers frisked them including a thorough body search. To make sure all cavities were appropriately checked, the COs’ dropped to their knees. Then Lil’ Long and Ernesto sat down, leaned back as they received head courtesy of the females. Both Lil’ Long and Ernesto lit cigars.

  “Yeah man I gotta get outta this place, dogs,” Lil’ Long said.

  “Ah… mami, yeah ah… hmm… take it easy, mami. Be easy with Nesto’s dong,” Ernesto said enjoying the carnal pleasures of the correction officer’s lips, while listening to Lil’ Long.

  “You listening to me dogs? I can’t wait to get da fuck up.”

  “Ah, hmm. You don’t like the way it’s being run here or sump’n, daddy?”

  “Man it’s all good, but ain’t nuthin like being out in da muthafuckin world, ahhh… Oh shit! Free as… ahh muthafucka. Sweetheart, please don’t bite my joint.”

  “Yeah, these young CO’s rabid. They love Nesto’s dick. Ooh, take it easy. Take it ah… easy, ma. Ma!”

  “You know man, I’m thinking ah… yeah… ah yeah ah. I’m thinking of making moves.”

  “Huh? Ah… oh yeah, oh yeah. What you trying to ah… say Lil’ Long? Are you thinking of ah…?”

  “I can’t ah ooh yeah… talk right nowww!” Lil’ Long hummed as the CO’s trained tongue slid up and down his hardened shaft. Ernesto stared at him wincing in pleasure.

  “Hmm, I thought so.” Ernesto’s smile widened.

  Lil’ Long watched as Ernesto indulged in sexual gratification courtesy of the correctional facility. He seemed to enjoy every bit of his stay while locked up. Ernesto had the entire hook up with the Russians. They facilitated all his needs; it was like being on the outside. With his eyes closed, Ernesto grabbed the CO’s head and vigorously bobbed it up and down on his dick.

  “Yeah, do it ah, yes. That’s how you should’ve been doing it from jump. Oohh!! Agh, agh ugh huh. Yes, take it in your face. Take this cum up in your grill. Oooh, muthafucka. Agh…” Ernesto chuckled.

  “Now what were you sayin’ to Nesto?

  “Agh... yes!” Lil’ Long sighed.

  “Daddy, daddy you ain’t complainin’ or sump’n, are you daddy?” Ernesto asked between chuckling.

  Lil’ Long laughed hard and free before giving a reply.

  “Nothing, nada. You know I wasn’t complaining for shit dogs.”

  Nesto pulled his jumpsuit shut and tried to regain his balance.

  “Getting my dick blessed makes Nesto fuckin’ weak in da knees. You feel me, daddy?”

  “Skeetin’ all over a bitch’s face makes me weak.” Lil’ Long and Nesto both laughed.

  “You heard bout da chess tournament tonight, right?”

  “Yeah, you mentioned that bullshit a couple weeks ago.”

  “That’s big ‘roun here, daddy. They be havin’ that shit once a year. Come through. We’ll drink and watch ‘em Russians rack up. They ain’t lose yet, daddy.”

  “Oh word? Good I’m definitely gonna have to check on that.”

  “Ahight, that’s good. Nesto will for sure put your name in da books for tonight. You play chess, daddy?”

  “A lil’ sump’n, sump’n, man. I ain’t played that shit in awhile. Matter fact since my man Vulcha been murk, I ain’t been fucking with da games. I put all that shit down.”

  “I hear you, daddy. They got this chess tournament goin’ down. Maybe it will be good for you daddy. Them Russians sponsor da shit. They got them CO’s playin’ too. Daddy, I’m telling you, they bring in expensive ass Russian vodkas by the buckets.”

  “Damn! Urrh-one be getting’ wet then, huh? Ain’t nobody escaped?” Lil’ Long asked.

  “C’mon daddy, don’t be a stupid. How you gonna escape and go where?”

  “Go da fuck home…” Lil’ Long said.

  Nesto held up his hand. He put his index finger to his lips.

  “Daddy, daddy, round here the walls have ears. You gotta chill with that kinda talk…”

  “Whatever man. What about these Russians?”

  “Yeah, this Russian dude, Igor and his peeps goes bananas playing any and everyone in this big ass prison tournament of chess. The winners get to drink all this fucking vodka.”

  “Oh yeah, Igor, your man, he’s always winning, huh. Don’t sound fair unless someone else wins sometimes. You ever win?”

  “Win? Never, Nesto still what you would call a beginner, daddy. I know my place. I’m dead-ass when I say daddy, them Russians got the shit on lock.”

  “They win all da fucking time?”

  “Hell yeah, they nice I’m telling you, daddy. After that, we go get blow-ass on all the fuckin’ vodka. They always celebrating, cuz they camp ain’t never suffered defeat yet, daddy.”

  “Don’t mean a damn thing ‘cept they be ripe for a loss,” Lil’ Long said rubbing his hands.

  “Talk that shit, daddy you gonna have to back it up.”

  “Ahight, ahight, I’ll come check da shit out.”

  “Daddy, it’ll cost you some commissary. Nesto knows you good, so no need to worry ‘bout nada,” Ernesto smiled.

  “Yeah, I’m ahight, but this your world, man,” Lil’ Long said and lit a cigarette. “I got some shit to settle back in the real world.” Nesto nodded at him as if he understood.

  “Hey yo Lil’ Long man, I got a kite from one o’ my boy, Mannie. You know from eastside.”

  “Muthafuck a kite!” He barked. “I wanna be out there again. Back out in da worl’, like a kite. I belong out there, fly like a muthafuckin’ pimp. Nesto, man I gotta be back out there holdin’ shit down for my Ghetto soldier.”

  “Daddy, if you talkin’ bout your man, Vulcha I’m sayin’ the Russians can…”

  “I don’t need no help from no muthafuckin’ foreigners. I’m a get at ‘em triflin’ rappin’ ass bitches, that fuckin’ music producer all by myself. I got it. Lemme say this, I’m bringing so much fuckin’ grief to ‘em bitch-asses, them muthafuckas they gon wish they had died the first time aroun’. I’m a hunt they asses down, an’ I’m killin’ ea-eac-ach o-n-o-one ah-o’ ththem!” Lil’ Long struggled to get the words out.

  Nesto lit a cigarette, puffed and watched Lil’ Long furiously pound the wall with his fist. “Hey daddy, be easy…”

  “I been easy for too long in this overcrowded muthafuckin’ joint. It’s time to do my thing. Bust my guns dying. I gotta see ‘em muthafuckin’ clown ass bitches’ smiles turned upside down,” Lil’ Long yelled.

  “Fuck! They whole world up,” Ernesto joined in. “Hey Lil’ Long you ain’t gotta let all that shit bother you, them Russians they have this shit locked. Daddy, daddy I tell you they got some shit they call it bratva.”

  “And what you tryin’ a say, man?” Lil’ Long asked.

  “I swear on my son’s grave, daddy, they like the Italian mob, ‘cept twice as deadly. They control every single fuckin’ thing on the inside and lots and lots on da fuckin’ outside. I’m dead-ass, daddy.”

  “Oh yeah, you singin’ they praises. They real bosses like that?”

  “All you gotta do is say the word, daddy an’ these niggas will handle shit for you. You my man, daddy and these cats will handle shit. I’m dead-ass, daddy…”

  “Nah, I ain’t trying to keep no foreign muthafuckas on my dick. I don’t need none roun’ me. I gotta be back in da hood to do what I do. I’ll handle da street sh
it in da fuckin’ streets.”

  “But daddy, listen to your man Nesto. I’m a put in da word…”

  “Nah sun, it ain’t happening. I don’t need no mo’ baggage, muthafucka. I’m a do things my way. Them bosses gonna want tribute on urrh-thing that I do. They just like ‘em wop niggas, they all ‘bout owning shit. I ain’t about to be slingin’ for no one like I’m their bitch, a ho or sump’n…”

  “All Nesto sayin’ is you need to listen to these muthafuckas, they got crazy juice. I’m telling you daddy. Crazy, crazy juice. And they like you.”

  “Yeah, yeah I hear you, whateva man. I already know what I gotta do to get da fuck up out this joint. And then it’s muthafuckin saddle and boots. Ain’t no-no-body gonna be sasa-afe. I’m a ri-r-ridin’ on e-m-m bi-bi-bitches.”

  “But daddy you could be getting’ your hustle on, cuz it’s bout da ends. Nesto sayin’ it’s not gonna hurt to holla at these bratva cats. They got mad plans for the future.”

  “Fuck all that, man. I’m gonna be out and about, doing what I do, muthafucka. I ain’t hatin but I ain’t participatin’ in da next man plan,” Lil’ Long said inhaling smoke from his cigarette. His strategy was sewn up. He knew what he had to do.

  FOUR

  That evening Detective Kowalski and his partner trudged up the stairs to visit Coco at home.

  “You have to play good cop. Okay with you Hall. I don’t mind locking this smart ass away. I want to scare her first. Maybe she’ll open up and talk some. Plus, I know she doesn’t care much for me, so she’s not going to want to say much to me.” Kowalski said as they made it pass the first floor landing.

  “You pick the simple ones. Is that it huh?”

  “Come on, no faith in the system you rep, partner?”

  “No faith? You’re always singing about making arrests, tough guy.” Hall said as his partner’s cell phone rang.

  “Hold up,” Kowalski said. He looked at his cellphone, smiling from ear to ear. “Let me take this call. I may have turned a snitch,” Kowalski said. “Detective Kowalski here operator, go ahead put that call through. So Michael, what’s your verdict, guy? Tell me something good, now… It’s a simple exchange, you help us in our endeavors and we in return guarantee you freedom. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to recognize a good thing, Michael… But what, Michael? Think about all the good you’ll be doing? You’ll be helping society get rid of an enemy who’s by the way, really trying to kill you. Some ah… coward who put a price on your fucking head, man? Where can you run? We know you want to get back at him for trying to keep you off your turf. We could do a better job of taking him down than you can. We want that big fish worse than you. All you’ve got to do is say the word and we’ll be looking forward to working with you… What’s your answer? Gimme a yes and I’ll start to work on your freedom immediately, baby. You’ll be out so fast.”

  Kowalski nodded when he heard what he wanted to hear and closed the phone.

  He bounded up the stairs ahead of Hall. “How long before Michael Lowe can be released from lock up?” Kowalski asked while his partner stared at him with furrowed brows.

  “About seventy-two hours or so why?” Hall asked as they reached the third floor of the building.

  “I want him released,” Kowalski answered as he examined a fresh bullet hole. “I got the infamous Michael Lowe, alias Lil’ Long, cooperating with our team now.”

  “C’mon, Kowalski, you’re still green. Don’t get your hopes up too high. You know he’s only going along with your plan in order to get out. I don’t think he’s gonna want to play once he’s on the outside.”

  “There you go again. No faith in the system,” Kowalski said looking directly at Hall. “If that piece a shit doesn’t cooperate, his ass will be back up in a sling so fast…”

  “And what happens if he doesn’t want to go back, are you going to take him out?”

  “Believe me, he will have no choice in the matter. It’s either give up Eric Ascot or he’ll become my bitch on these streets. I’ll let everyone of his buddies know he’s a faggot and a fucking rat.” Kowalski said as he turned to knock on Coco’s door. “We’re gonna use whatever it takes to break this case wide open. Whatever it takes to make the arrest. You hear me partner?” He banged again on the door. “Where could she go? Didn’t the uniform guys tell her to stay put?” Kowalski asked.

  “I’m sure they did.” Hall deadpanned.

  Kowalski knocked loud on the door a few more times. The door next to the apartment opened. Coco peered out.

  “Wait a minute. You do not live there. What’s this we’ve got going on here? Is this breaking and entering in progress?” Kowalski asked with sarcasm.

  Coco stared at him with a deadly glare before answering. “What do you want? I’m here because Miss Katie is in the hospital and I was about to bring the documents the people at the hospital wanted. So if you don’t mind, I’ll…”

  Kowalski raised his hand. “Don’t tell me, you had to break into her apartment to get ah…‘The documents?’”

  “No, I did not break-in. I have Miss Katie’s keys.”

  “Oh you do?”

  “If you did your homework you’d know that Miss Katie has been taking care of me since…”

  “Since your mother has been in drug rehab,” Detective Hall said.

  “Okay what’s your point? You know everything. So can I go about my bidness now?” She asked as impolite as possible.

  “Why don’t you talk to us? Is there a reason why you do not trust the police? We are here to protect and serve…” Hall said.

  “You ain’t protecting or serving me…”

  “Young lady, couple weeks ago we could’ve arrested you for loitering in a drug infested area. The place where you were caught we know for certain that if you’re anywhere in that vicinity, you’re there for one reason only, and that’s to buy drugs. Now we did not arrest you, we did not even search you, which if we did, we’d probably found a bag or two of that reefer…”

  “Huh? What reefer? What’re you talkin’ about? C’mon, I don’t use no reefer.”

  “What do you use Coco?” The detective asked.

  Coco slowly shook her head.

  “Huh, I didn’t hear you?” The detective asked.

  “Look I don’t be… the most I smoke is cigarettes…” Coco started to respond. She became suspicious and her voice trailed off.

  “Where do you buy the cigarettes?” Hall asked.

  “Yeah, I wanna hear this one,” Kowalski said with a smirk.

  “I bum smokes off people, ahight. When my mother is home I be borrowing off her.”

  “How old are you?” Hall asked.

  “You know everything else, you should know my age.”

  “She’s only seventeen…” Kowalski said.

  “It’s just about illegal for you to do anything, Coco.” Hall interrupted.

  “So...?”

  “Please, let’s go inside your apartment. We’d like to talk to you about the gunshots that were fired earlier.” Neighbors started slowly easing out of their apartments into the hallway.

  “Look, why can’t we talk about this another time, yo? I already spoke to the other police about that. I mean I gotta go to the hospital and take them these documents,” Coco complained as she opened the door to her mother’s apartment. She entered and the detectives followed.

  “Hmm, new furniture.” Kowalski walked in and immediately surveyed the room.

  “Okay young lady, tell us what happened,” Hall demanded in a comforting fatherly tone.

  “Earlier? Ahight, ahight already, this girl attacked some other girl when she got off the elevator.”

  “What caused the attack?” Hall asked. While sitting facing Hall, Coco’s eyes never let Kowalski out of her vision. He was strolling around the room examining things.

  “Coco, do you know what caused the attack on the girl?” Hall repeated.

  “I don’t know. Maybe they didn’t like the fact that her gears was better than
theirs, or sump’n,” Coco answered sarcastically.

  “A gun was fired. Do you know who fired the gun?” Hall asked.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Any idea? You were close enough,” Hall said.

  “Yeah, but understand, you in the hood, and ain’t nobody sticking around trying to see if someone pulled out a gun. You be out, running, or you ducking, man,” Coco added with a shrug.

  “If it was all running and ducking, how do you know someone had a gun?” Hall asked.

  “One of them did. Sump’n went bang. Someone let off but I’m damn Skippy, it wasn’t me. And that’s what’s really up.”

  “Is that your story?”

  “My story? That’s what happened.”

  “We spoke to several people who suggested that maybe you also had a gun. Or…” Hall began to say.

  Coco walked to the door and opened it. She stuck her head out and yelled:

  “People round here need to learn to mind their damn BI and stop giving po-po wrong info, yo.” She slammed the door then returned to face Hall.

  “You’re being straight with us, Coco? You are aware that you can go to jail for a very long time for lying to the police.” Hall said.

  “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ bout, yo.”

  “C’mon Coco give us a name. You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you know one name,” Hall pleaded.

  Kowalski walked over closer to them. His face bore an agitated look of impatience. He stood in front of Coco trying to intimidate her.

  “Yeah, why won’t you give us the right info, huh?” He asked. Before Coco could give an answer, Kowalski moved closer. He continued yelling in her face. “You lied about your involvement in Ascot’s shooting. I’ll bet anything that you’re lying about your attackers and who had the guns. You’re covering up your involvement in each of these instances and I don’t like it one bit.”

  “She told us whatever she knew,” Hall offered weakly in Coco’s defense. “We can’t blame her, she had to duck. Bullets have no names on them. You know, you got to get out the way…”

  “I don’t believe a thing this lying Black bitch has said so far!” Kowalski screamed. Coco bit her lips and clenched her fist.