Page 185 of River & Crown
"How did you find out about it?" Wolfe asked.
"Syn."
The door clicked open, and Wolfe looked back, grinning like he had just won us a billion dollars. I followed him inside, keeping my hand in my hoodie pocket, wrapped tight around the grip of my Glock. I hated shit had to come to this, but niggas were moving weird.
Rize's apartment was quiet and dark as shit, which could've been a good or bad thing.
"I'ma sweep the back of the crib. Clear the front."
I nodded and did a quick sweep of the loft-style apartment. Rize's spot was too small for my liking, but I could see how it was appealing to him. The place looked barely lived in, but that shit was normal. Onyx Hills was too far out of the way for Rize to come back here every night. He kept it clean, and if you didn't know this place belonged to Rize, you probably never would have. Nothing tying this spot to him was left out for an intruder to find. Rize was clever, and that was one reason I put him on the team.
"It's clear," Wolfe announced, coming into the living room.
"Now we wait."
Wolfe eased down onto the edge of the couch and sparked up. I stayed standing with my back against the wall.
"Did the girls make it to the crib yet?" I asked, taking the blunt from Wolfe.
"Yeah. I got an alert ten minutes ago. They're straight."
I didn't respond. My mind was working in silence, trying to piece this shit together.
River dated Sincere.
River drove the car the day Sincere shot at me.
Emily was fucking Sincere.
Emily was lining me up for Sincere.
Niggas robbed our spot, burned the money, and took the drugs.
Choyce claimed someone was trying to set up shop in Ember Hills
Ember Hills is Lynx's stomping grounds.
Lynx linked me with Syn.
Rakim is Sincere's people.
Rakim knows Lynx.
Lynx and Rize are cool.
Is Syn, Rize, and Lynx a part of this?
Is fucking Four a part of this shit?
Too many fucking scenarios and too many fucking questions went unanswered for too fucking long.
"This nigga's too comfortable," Wolfe muttered, gesturing for the blunt back. "He doesn't have no cameras, no dog, and yeah, it took me a minute to jimmy the lock, but I still got in this bitch. His shit is too wide open for him to be on fuck shit."
"Nah. A nigga who thinks he got over don't have shit to worry about. You see how Lynx's been moving like shit is cool for six fucking months," I gritted.
"You think he's been on fuck shit for that long?"
"Longer—"
