well have been on the other side of the planet, with its high-end clothing shops, quaint cafes, and overpriced juice bars. As you can imagine, locating Samuelâs six-foot-tall Puerto Rican tranny sidepiece in a gentrified neighborhood like this was not hard at all.
It turned out that Darlene worked in a chi-chi salon called Beauty, which could conveniently be watched through the window of a coffee shop across the street. Two lattes and a corn muffin later, a flaming ball of Puerto Rican attitude exited the salon, scurrying down the street. We got in our car and followed those five-inch heels until Darlene ducked into an apartment building two blocks away. Shortly afterward, we watched a six-foot-something, bald-headed brotha wearing a black bow tie get out of a sedan and enter the building. The assumption was that we had just unofficially been introduced to Brother Samuel.
âYou think gay men really give the best head?â Paris asked, her eyes on the building as if she could imagine what was going on behind the closed door.
âMaybe better than you, but my dick-sucking skills are world class,â I said with a laugh, waiting for my competitive cousin to weigh in.
âPlease. I was sucking dick when you were in diapers,â she boasted.
âThat is so foul. You just canât stand to not win.â
She laughed with me, which was a relief. She had been so wound up ever since Lasalle mentioned Niles Monroe that I was beginning to worry about her.
Twenty-two minutes later, girlfriend came switching her hot-to-trot ass out of the building in a new outfit and wig. Guess old boy had made a mess of the last one. Darlene headed back in the direction of the salon, and not long after that, Samuel came through the door and out to his car with a big grin on his face. When he pulled off, we stayed on him.
âYouâre tailing him too close,â I snapped, worried that Paris would blow our cover and lose the one opportunity we had to find X.
âHey, I got this, okay?â She gave me the side-eye, although she did drop back a little.
Weâd been tailing Samuel for forty minutes when he finally pulled over at a small store. Paris parked half a block away. I already had the binoculars out and was adjusting the focus to see what was going on. I laughed out loud when I saw what he was putting on the counter in the store.
âHa! Heâs buying mints,â I told Paris. âI guess he doesnât want to be around the brothers smelling like Darleneâs nuts.â
âWhoa . . .â Paris muttered, but it wasnât because of my comment. âCheck it out,â she said, and I looked in the direction of the store again.
Samuel was coming out of the store, but now he had two other bow tieâwearing brothers with him. From the bulges in their jackets, I knew they were all strapped.
âLooks like Samuel stopped here to get more than just breath mints,â I said.
âYeah,â Paris agreed. âThis just got real interesting.â
We watched as one man got into the passenger seat of Samuelâs car, and the other followed in a separate car. Paris, who was always ready for action, reached for her piece. She opened the glove box to retrieve some more ammo.
I would never admit it to her, but I was glad to have Paris with me. She was a true bad-ass, and thatâs who I would want to have my backâeven if she was also a pain in the ass who reminded me often that she was the older cousin, and therefore superior at everything.
We followed Samuel and his partners onto the Grand Central Parkway, where they exited at LaGuardia Airport, confusing the hell outta me. If they were getting on a flight, that could mean that Brother X was somewhere outside of New York, which would make it much harder to get at him.
I breathed a sigh of relief as they passed by the airport and drove down Ditmars Boulevard to the Marriot hotel. In the parking lot, they pulled in next to
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