ain’t gon’ believe this shit.”
“Try me.”
“He said that they have a witness who said a black man wearing a mask shot Richards in the head. The witness saw the man take off the mask and identified that man as you.”
“What will they come up with next? They gonna pin the Kennedy assassination on me, too?” Des looked into a passing car that was driving by slowly in the parking lot.
“The witness described you to a sketch artist.”
“These motherfuckers are really trying to railroad me.” If Des’s words were not convincing enough, his expression could have persuaded the jury.
“You got that right, but baby,” Yarni said, leaning in, “you know wifey ain’t gon’ let that happen.”
“If I can’t clear this up, you know what I have to do, right?”
“I know, baby, but that ain’t gon’ be necessary. We gon’ have to spend a lot of money and pull from all our resources, that’s all; and I’m going to start off by hiring a private investigator. We’re going to find out what else Richards was into besides selling his clients out. Who would want him dead, and who would want you off the streets?”
“That’s why you my baby.” Des sighed and kissed his wife on the forehead. “Now, can you unlock the door so I can get in the car?”
CHAPTER 10
In One Ear and Out the Other
D es sat across from Sister Khadija’s desk as she updated him about all the goings-on with the business. Although her mouth was going a million miles a minute, what she was saying was going in one ear and out the other. Des’s mind was focused on his case and on the Cadi rolling up on his car lot. The driver looked familiar and was someone whom Des knew from the inside. One of his salesmen walked outside to try to make a sale, but he returned quickly.
“The dude says he looking for you, boss,” the salesman said, tilting his head toward the man getting out of the passenger side of the Cadillac.
“Who is it?” Des asked, knowing that the person looked familiar, but not able to place him.
“He say he yo’ brother-in-law.”
Then it clicked. Yarni had mentioned that Bambi’s husband, Lynx, was coming by to get a car.
Des smiled and hopped up. He always openly embraced a thorough brother who had just been released from the belly of the beast, and it especially ran deep in the family.
Des walked out onto the lot as Lynx stood at the side of the Cadi. He wore a rose-gold chain around his neck and a two-carat diamond in his ear. He was a good six feet tall and looked like he had spent plenty of time in the prison gym. Lynx had known of Des before he did his bid, but he had never done business with him or talked to him. But now they were related, so it was mandatory.
Des gave him a brotherly hug. “What’s good, my man?”
“Just glad to be home.”
“Don’t I know that feeling,” Des assured his brother-in-law. “How much you do?”
“Two and a half.”
“B was holding you down, huh?”
“Fo’ sho,” Lynx answered. “Her and Yarni got some party they planned for me.”
“Yeah, we got ourselves two special sisters. The party’s at our house.”
“I ’preciate you letting them have it at your house. I know how that can be.”
“Don’t mention it. You family.” Des switched topics. “So, what you trying to do?”
“I need some wheels, and they say you the man to see.”
“They told you right. What you thinking ’bout?”
“I need something hot; and my wife paying.”
Des smiled. “I got you, my brother. You see anything you like?”
While Lynx looked around the lot, the driver of the Cadi got out of the car and asked, “How much you want for that white Porsche?”
“We can work something out,” Des said, before redirecting his attention to Lynx. Des was surprised that Lynx was rolling with Cook’em-up.
“Cook’em-up, this is my brother-in-law Des. Des, this is my man Cook’em-up.”
“I know who he is,” Des interjected.
Lynx was surprised.
“Try me.”
“He said that they have a witness who said a black man wearing a mask shot Richards in the head. The witness saw the man take off the mask and identified that man as you.”
“What will they come up with next? They gonna pin the Kennedy assassination on me, too?” Des looked into a passing car that was driving by slowly in the parking lot.
“The witness described you to a sketch artist.”
“These motherfuckers are really trying to railroad me.” If Des’s words were not convincing enough, his expression could have persuaded the jury.
“You got that right, but baby,” Yarni said, leaning in, “you know wifey ain’t gon’ let that happen.”
“If I can’t clear this up, you know what I have to do, right?”
“I know, baby, but that ain’t gon’ be necessary. We gon’ have to spend a lot of money and pull from all our resources, that’s all; and I’m going to start off by hiring a private investigator. We’re going to find out what else Richards was into besides selling his clients out. Who would want him dead, and who would want you off the streets?”
“That’s why you my baby.” Des sighed and kissed his wife on the forehead. “Now, can you unlock the door so I can get in the car?”
CHAPTER 10
In One Ear and Out the Other
D es sat across from Sister Khadija’s desk as she updated him about all the goings-on with the business. Although her mouth was going a million miles a minute, what she was saying was going in one ear and out the other. Des’s mind was focused on his case and on the Cadi rolling up on his car lot. The driver looked familiar and was someone whom Des knew from the inside. One of his salesmen walked outside to try to make a sale, but he returned quickly.
“The dude says he looking for you, boss,” the salesman said, tilting his head toward the man getting out of the passenger side of the Cadillac.
“Who is it?” Des asked, knowing that the person looked familiar, but not able to place him.
“He say he yo’ brother-in-law.”
Then it clicked. Yarni had mentioned that Bambi’s husband, Lynx, was coming by to get a car.
Des smiled and hopped up. He always openly embraced a thorough brother who had just been released from the belly of the beast, and it especially ran deep in the family.
Des walked out onto the lot as Lynx stood at the side of the Cadi. He wore a rose-gold chain around his neck and a two-carat diamond in his ear. He was a good six feet tall and looked like he had spent plenty of time in the prison gym. Lynx had known of Des before he did his bid, but he had never done business with him or talked to him. But now they were related, so it was mandatory.
Des gave him a brotherly hug. “What’s good, my man?”
“Just glad to be home.”
“Don’t I know that feeling,” Des assured his brother-in-law. “How much you do?”
“Two and a half.”
“B was holding you down, huh?”
“Fo’ sho,” Lynx answered. “Her and Yarni got some party they planned for me.”
“Yeah, we got ourselves two special sisters. The party’s at our house.”
“I ’preciate you letting them have it at your house. I know how that can be.”
“Don’t mention it. You family.” Des switched topics. “So, what you trying to do?”
“I need some wheels, and they say you the man to see.”
“They told you right. What you thinking ’bout?”
“I need something hot; and my wife paying.”
Des smiled. “I got you, my brother. You see anything you like?”
While Lynx looked around the lot, the driver of the Cadi got out of the car and asked, “How much you want for that white Porsche?”
“We can work something out,” Des said, before redirecting his attention to Lynx. Des was surprised that Lynx was rolling with Cook’em-up.
“Cook’em-up, this is my brother-in-law Des. Des, this is my man Cook’em-up.”
“I know who he is,” Des interjected.
Lynx was surprised.
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