with Bria. I became numb. I was thrown for a loop when he used certain words in past tense . . . like she was gone. I wanted to interject to get a better understanding about what he meant when he said he loved her. But I didn't for fear of him becoming suspicious of me.
I wonder if Sean or the other agents had our conversation recorded. In my mind, Bishop had said some incriminating things. I guess I would find out sooner than later.
Am I my sister’s keeper?
Cheaper to Keep Her part 3 Unique
The Replacement Courier – Chapter Eleven
Bishop and I drove in silence after he put me on blast about Bria. I heard the rage in his voice when he instructed me not to ask him any more questions concerning her. For the first time, I feared him. I feared that whatever he did to her, he’d do to me without hesitation. Suspecting this, I knew I needed to re-group and come up with another plan. The plan the Feds had strategized for me wasn’t conducive for my well-being and I was going to take my life into my own hands.
To my surprise, Bishop pulled up behind a white, late model Cherokee Jeep parked in front of an old, gray townhouse in a run-down neighborhood on the north side of Newark. When I looked at the bumper and noticed the green bumper sticker, I realized the truck was a rented vehicle.
After Bishop put the car in park, he reached down in his front pants pockets and handed me a set of car keys. “I need you to get in that truck and follow me to my people’s house, so we can drop it off,” he instructed me.
“Okay,” I said and got out of the car.
As much as I didn’t want to drive the truck, I was too nervous and too damn afraid to raise hell. Bishop watched me while I got into the truck and cranked the engine. Once he realized I had started the vehicle, he pulled out in front of me and led the way.
Before I pulled into the road behind him I looked over my shoulder to make sure there wasn't a car coming. That’s when I realized that Sean was indeed on our tail. He was parked behind at least seven vehicles behind us. As soon as I pulled out onto the road, he made his way onto the road too. I was shaking my head at the stupidity. This motherfucker, Sean, should have realized that Bishop had seen him in the parking lot. Why take the chance and be spotted again? One of the other agents should have conducted the tail.
Then I found myself making excuses for Sean. Like Newark was damn near all-Black and a white agent would stand out anywhere in this junky, smelly ass city. With the exception of the business areas in Newark, the place was one big ghetto cesspool.
Since I was wired and I knew Sean could hear me, I wanted to mention that Bishop made the comment about how he used to love his sister. And how I was now on board with the FBI of suspecting Bishop as the cause of Bria’s kidnapping. I had even wanted to say something about the possibility of her being dead. However, the Feds already thought she was dead. And that thought made my mind once again think about the chap stick sized bug I had on my person. Was it the same kind that Bria had on when Bishop figured out she was a snitch? If so, why didn’t Sean and his crew come to her rescue?
My mind being all over the place wasn’t helping my nerves. I had to chill or I may get myself killed. When I thought about how deep this situation was, I elected to keep my mouth closed. If Sean was close enough during our drive to pick up the truck, I was sure he heard my conversation with Bishop. All I wanted right now was to get out of this thing alive. I didn’t think that was asking for too much.
While I followed Bishop I noticed he had at least fifteen Black Ice incenses dangling from the rearview mirror of the truck. There was no doubt he had them there to cover up the smell from something he had hidden in the truck. As a matter of fact, the incenses were so strong I had to roll down the window to get some ventilation. It seemed like the longer I was in this truck,
I wonder if Sean or the other agents had our conversation recorded. In my mind, Bishop had said some incriminating things. I guess I would find out sooner than later.
Am I my sister’s keeper?
Cheaper to Keep Her part 3 Unique
The Replacement Courier – Chapter Eleven
Bishop and I drove in silence after he put me on blast about Bria. I heard the rage in his voice when he instructed me not to ask him any more questions concerning her. For the first time, I feared him. I feared that whatever he did to her, he’d do to me without hesitation. Suspecting this, I knew I needed to re-group and come up with another plan. The plan the Feds had strategized for me wasn’t conducive for my well-being and I was going to take my life into my own hands.
To my surprise, Bishop pulled up behind a white, late model Cherokee Jeep parked in front of an old, gray townhouse in a run-down neighborhood on the north side of Newark. When I looked at the bumper and noticed the green bumper sticker, I realized the truck was a rented vehicle.
After Bishop put the car in park, he reached down in his front pants pockets and handed me a set of car keys. “I need you to get in that truck and follow me to my people’s house, so we can drop it off,” he instructed me.
“Okay,” I said and got out of the car.
As much as I didn’t want to drive the truck, I was too nervous and too damn afraid to raise hell. Bishop watched me while I got into the truck and cranked the engine. Once he realized I had started the vehicle, he pulled out in front of me and led the way.
Before I pulled into the road behind him I looked over my shoulder to make sure there wasn't a car coming. That’s when I realized that Sean was indeed on our tail. He was parked behind at least seven vehicles behind us. As soon as I pulled out onto the road, he made his way onto the road too. I was shaking my head at the stupidity. This motherfucker, Sean, should have realized that Bishop had seen him in the parking lot. Why take the chance and be spotted again? One of the other agents should have conducted the tail.
Then I found myself making excuses for Sean. Like Newark was damn near all-Black and a white agent would stand out anywhere in this junky, smelly ass city. With the exception of the business areas in Newark, the place was one big ghetto cesspool.
Since I was wired and I knew Sean could hear me, I wanted to mention that Bishop made the comment about how he used to love his sister. And how I was now on board with the FBI of suspecting Bishop as the cause of Bria’s kidnapping. I had even wanted to say something about the possibility of her being dead. However, the Feds already thought she was dead. And that thought made my mind once again think about the chap stick sized bug I had on my person. Was it the same kind that Bria had on when Bishop figured out she was a snitch? If so, why didn’t Sean and his crew come to her rescue?
My mind being all over the place wasn’t helping my nerves. I had to chill or I may get myself killed. When I thought about how deep this situation was, I elected to keep my mouth closed. If Sean was close enough during our drive to pick up the truck, I was sure he heard my conversation with Bishop. All I wanted right now was to get out of this thing alive. I didn’t think that was asking for too much.
While I followed Bishop I noticed he had at least fifteen Black Ice incenses dangling from the rearview mirror of the truck. There was no doubt he had them there to cover up the smell from something he had hidden in the truck. As a matter of fact, the incenses were so strong I had to roll down the window to get some ventilation. It seemed like the longer I was in this truck,
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