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I said nothing as he backed away, then flipped around to jog to his vehicle he’d parked illegally. I watched him for a minute, pondering on a lot of shit before getting in my car where Free was already scarfing down his Philly cheesesteak.
“Nigga, I told yo’ ass you couldn’t eat in my fucking car. Wrap that shit up!” I barked.
“I’m done now.” He shoved the last piece into his mouth. “Fuck was that shit about?” His eyes widened as he looked out my back windshield in effort to locate the detective.
“Nothing. Meddling ass detective trying to talk about some bullshit.” I checked my rearview before pulling out.
I trusted Free, but regardless, the best hidden crimes were done alone. It was unnecessary to fill him in on some shit that had nothing to do with his ass. It was highly unlikely that Free would go snitching if he got hemmed up, but because Banks wasinvolved, I couldn’t risk it. Not to mention, I needed this shit to remain buried right along with Brenden’s ass.
I actually had shit to live for and be free for that wasn’t connected to money and means. Banks made a nigga care about sticking around and experiencing this shit called life. By saying that, the less people involved, the less likely I would ever be caught.
“What was he asking?”
“’Bout some missing kid,” I replied, speeding down Slauson. I wasn’t exactly lying.
Shaking his head, Free replied, “Them niggas always come over here with that shit. Whole time it’s that friendly, rich ass dentist that don’ been a serial killer for fifteen years.”
“Real shit.” I chuckled, knowing that though that wasn’t the case this time, it usually was in other situations.
The law was so busy trying to pin it on the muthafuckas they thought could’ve done it that they overlooked or outright ignored the actual perpetrator.
I put that shit with Detective Booth to the back of my mind so I could put in work for the rest of the day. I then called to check on my mama, who hadn’t been able to escape rehab since the day I took her ass back, thankfully, before taking my ass home.
Waverley helped me clean up before I ordered her young-grown ass some sushi, per her request, then broke Wyatt off some cash to buy whatever he wanted.
By the time I’d smoked, brushed, flossed, and rinsed my teeth, then showered, Banks had pulled up.
“Dang, is Waverley asleep?” she quizzed after we kissed, trailing me to my bedroom.
“She is. She gotta be up early anyway for day camp,” I said.
Waverley had been doing day camp all summer. Most kids stayed overnight, but I hadn’t felt comfortable leaving my baby sister overnight. Not to mention, she had to skip the days shetook the junior ballet class. So I was able to pay a little extra chump change to get the camp to agree to allow her to come daily but also leave.
“Oh yeah, she told me about that. She said she wanted to stay the night with her friends, but you wouldn’t let her.”
“Yeah, I can’t.” I shook my head, closing the door. “I’d be up all fucking night, or I’d have to sleep out there too.”
Banks giggled as she removed her jacket and shoes.
“I missed you.” She beamed, watching me while she changed into her nightie that a nigga had begun to fall in love with.
“I missed you too, Peep.” I made my way over toward her, taking a seat on the edge of my bed to watch the light peep show. “You ate?”
“I did. You were gonna cook for me?”
“A waffle, yeah. You know I can’t make shit else.” I smirked, leaning back some as she came toward me. “I wanna tell you some shit before I get distracted.” I eyed her small hands splayed across my thighs.
“Tell me what?” Her perfect brows bunched.
“A detective came to see me earlier, asking about old boy.”
“Old boy?” Her forehead creased before relaxing, her eyes mushrooming in shock. “The guy from Vegas.”
“Yeah.” I bobbed my head. “He ain’t got shit, but he know I was there around that time. I ain’t too worried because I was living there majority of the time, but he insisting that I give him a fucking alibi. I don’t want that nigga snooping and coming up on some security footage from that hotel, so I gotta make a trip. I don’t do no over the phone shit.”
“You can say we were together. I mean, it’s not technically a lie.”
“No.” I chuckled, shaking my head.
