really hadnât seen him in the ten years they had been separated.
I told my mom to go stand in the hallway and wait until I got there. I stayed around just to get a better look at the crime scene. Being a criminal lawyer, I knew a little about what to look for in a crime scene.
I was interrupted by the phone ringing. Ring, ring, ring!
âHello,â I said, wondering who was calling for my father.
âHey, Shawn,â James said with glee in his voice âWhat a pleasant surprise. I didnât expect to hear from you. Especially at your fatherâs house.â
âMuthafucka, you ainât gonna get away with this shit, you hear me!â
âShawn, baby, what are you talking about?â he said, confusion in his voice.
James was playing dumb, and I knew it.
âLook, bastard, stop calling me baby. And you know what the fuck Iâm talking about, bitch.â
âShawn, Iâm not going to be too many more of your bitches, okay,â he said, losing his cool as well. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
âMy father is dead, muthafucka, and I know you had something to do with it.â I was heated, but not about my fatherâs death. It seemed like whenever this bastard popped up, he brought some drama with him, and I was simply tired of his shit.
âWhat?â he said, like this was the first he had heard of this news. âYour father ainât dead. I was just with him the other day. And, besides, I would have heard about it becauseâ¦â
âJames, why would I be lying about some serious shit like this?â I was now pacing the living room floor with one of my hands on my hip. âSo you saying you didnât have anything to do with my fatherâs death?â
âShawn, you ainât talking to no damn dummy. I would have to be one stupid ass to be calling the house of a man that I murdered. Give me some kind of credit. Damn!â
âAll I am saying is, you better have a solid-ass alibi for last night, because I will be sure to mention your name to the police.â I was now smiling because I knew I had him where I wanted him, for a change. He wasnât talking, but I was sure he was searching his mind for one that I knew he didnât have.
âOh, believe me, I do,â he said with confidence. âAnd the next time we talk, please be ready to apologize.â
âWhatever, man.â
âWhatever too, Shawn!â he snapped back. âDo whatever! Just spell my name right, bitch!â Click!
I was steaming mad, but nevertheless, I exited my fatherâs apartment, consoled my mom once again, and then we made our way down to the car so I could drive her home.
âYou okay, baby?â she asked as I got in and buckled my seatbelt.
Iâd coached myself on not letting my emotions show when I got to the car, but she was my mom. And mothers could tell when something was wrong with their children even when we try our hardest to hide it and keep our heads held high.
âYes, maâam,â I said, placing the car in drive and pulling off. âIâm just fine.â
âShawn, baby,â she patted me on the leg as we were stopped at a light. âYou know itâs all right to cry, son.â
âI know, Ma.â I wouldnât even turn my head to look at her in the face, for I knew if I did, I surely would break down in the car. Sheâd always had that effect on me. âIâll be all right.â
âYes, you will, son,â she said as she reached for the volume button on the radio and turned it up.
âGoinâ up Yonderâ by Tramaine Hawkins was playing, and she hummed and rocked as we drove up Route 40, headed toward her house.
After I dropped my mom back off home, I made my way back downtown to the Baltimore City Central District Police Precinct to look at the pictures of the crime scene. I checked in my credentials at the front desk, where the detective on
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