A Child of a Crackhead by Shameek Speight Page B

of his pipe.
    “What the fuck you mean it looks bad. I sent you out there to go details. Now tell me what it looks fucking bad out there means.” Black Ice hollered.
    “Chill Black Ice” Ray Ray said in a pleading tone. “The cops and the S.W.A.T
    team are searching the building next to this one. They are making everybody come out of their apartments and they are looking for you. They don’t know you are over here.”
    “What you mean they are looking for me. Do they know it was me?” Black Ice asked.
    “No, not really, but that fat fucking Detective Roy is out there and you know he has it hard up for you for years. And there’s this young white office named Reese, or Reed. He told him he the guy who shot the cops and could point him out in a line up.”
    “Really?” Black Ice said while
    rubbing his chin. “Here take this.” He threw a piece of crack the size of a small rock to Ray Ray. “Here this is what I need you to do. I can’t leave yet and go outside.
    The projects will be crawling with police for a day or even more. What I want you to do is follow that young cop back to the precinct and then to his house and write the address down. I’ll pay you good.” Black Ice said.
    “But, Black Ice how am I going to follow him I don’t have a car.” Ray Ray asked.
    Black Ice pulled out a set of keys from his jeans pocket and handed them to Ray Ray. “Take these. There’s a brown Ford Taurus with tinted windows parked on Shutter Avenue.”
    “I didn’t know you had a Ford
    Taurus.” Ray Ray said.
    “Don’t worry about that and get fucking moving! Go now!” Black Ice yelled at Ray Ray. With that Ray Ray was out of the apartment and headed down the block and around the corner to Black Ice’s car.
    Officer Reed went to the 77 precinct and changed his clothes in the locker room.
    He felt as if all eyes were on him. His partner and another officer are dead. He felt like it was his fault. He quickly got dressed and put his uniform in his locker and exited the precinct. He walked out into the parking lot and walked up to his Toyota Camry. He pulled off thinking to himself “Damn, I can’t believe this shit. I lost my partner.” Tears started rolling out of his eyes making it hard for him to see where he was driving. “If I only would have warned him in time, Billy would still be alive.” He said to himself. He stopped at a red light and closed his eyes.
    Black Ice’s laugh echoed in his head. He could still see clearly Black Ice pointing the two guns at him and the other officers. “His eyes, those evil looking eyes, how could a man be so evil?” he said aloud. Then he flashed back about a month ago, when he was on duty at the Broadway Junction Train Station. He was getting ready to arrest a woman for hopping the turn style. The flashback went to the young little boy and his eyes. He remembered his eyes and thought they had the same look as the eyes he saw today. The boy’s words echoed in his head. ‘Don’t arrest my mommy it was my daddy. Blame him. Get him.’
    Officer Reed was so absorbed in his thoughts of losing his partner and remembering events up to this day that he about missed his turn into his neighborhood.
    He pulled up in his driveway of his house.
    He lived in an, all Jewish neighborhood and was very proud of it. There wasn’t a black person around for miles the way Brooklyn used to be. He pondered what he was going to tell his wife as he got out of his car and walked up to the door.
    He opened the door to his house. He never noticed the brown Ford Taurus that followed him and was parked across the street from his house. Ray Ray sat in the parked car and pulled out a pen and wrote down the address on a piece of paper. He put the paper in his jeans pocket and grabbed his crack pipe that was in the passenger seat next to him. He broke a piece of crack off the big rock Black Ice gave him and stuffed it in his pipe. He held the fire to the end and inhaled deeply and exhaled.

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