Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) by BlaQue Page A

around surveying her surroundings warned
Detective Gatsby that something was inside that car that he wanted
to see. She hopped in the car and moved it into the garage and
closed the mechanical doors behind her and the cars.
    Gatsby sunk back into his
seat. His partner had missed the whole damn scene because she was
too busy Facebooking to care about what was going on with the Clayton girl. Gatsby
knew there was more to it than YaSheema was letting on, but he
would be there when she either slipped up or was ready to tell the
truth. Gatsby had had enough of watching the girl for the day. He
decided he would call it quits, head to his empty home, and drown
his sorrows and misery with a bottle of whatever he had in his
liquor cabinet. He pulled his unmarked car from the curb just as
the tow truck pulled up into the driveway.
     
     

Chapter 15
    The Cross Roads Nightclub Bar and Grill
    Peace Crossing
    Hyattsville, MD
     
    I had taken all of the bags out of the car
and discovered that Papi was holding some major figures in the
trunk. I had also pulled out all of the stuff I had taken from his
house. There was over five hundred thousand dollars bundled in
those stacks. There was more coca in the car than I cared to put my
hands on, but I knew I had to get it out of there before Benny’s
boys came to scoop up the car.
    I removed ten grand out of the stacks and
thought how lucky I was to not have to come out of pocket on any of
the shit going down. Not only did my Papi situation get handled,
but the money issue with his killer had resolved itself as well. I
sent a text to Juan and let him know that I had retrieved all of
the money and he sent me a reply telling me where to meet him to
drop it off. I wasn’t happy about having to see him again, but if I
wanted to be rid of him and not bring anymore drama, then I knew I
had better meet him. I decided for that for the transaction, I
wasn’t going to go alone. I was going to take Pinky with me just in
case Juan wanted to go back on his word.
    Pinky was this broad who
worked for Daddy every now and again. She was just as ruthless as
any nigga on the streets. She may have been worse because she
didn’t look like a threat. She looked like your average hood bitch.
You would never guess she was packing heat. I didn’t have to get up
with Juan until later in the evening and I had already hipped Pinky
to my plan, so I had some time to kill. I went to the rec room and
found Neko playing a game on the PS3 .
    “Hey boy, what you up too?’ I asked him.
    “Nothing just
playing Madden .
Why? What you got planned?”
    “I was thinking maybe we could go out and do
something. Maybe go eat. Have you seen Daddy?” I inquired.
    “Naw, I haven’t seen Pop since earlier. We
had breakfast and you know how he do.”
    “Oh well, are you game for going out to eat?
Daddy is going to have to catch us on the next trip.”
    “Yeah, as long as you’re paying, I am
eating.” He laughed.
    I stood in the rec room and looked at my
little brother and admired him. He was becoming a fine young man
and I was so proud of him. My mother could never afford him the
things that Daddy and I could. I guess he could feel me staring at
him.
    “Why are you standing there grinning at me?”
He quizzed.
    “I am looking at you because you are me,
smart ass.” I laughed.
    He had the same stormy grey eyes as I did. I
guess that was the only thing our no good ass Momma gave us. Or so
I thought. We rolled out to the Harbor to enjoy each other’s
company.
    “YaYa, what was it like growing up like
this?” Neko asked over dinner.
    “What do you mean, ‘like this?’?” I
quizzed.
    “I mean with all the money and all the stuff
that Pop has. I have never had anything. Christa ain’t care about
what happened and she only lived to get high.” He said.
    “I never really took the time to think about
what life would have been like if I didn’t have money. I mean,
Daddy didn’t make his money like most folks do, so life