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building. But tonight I had to do things differently. I figured if I stayed in the truck with the doors locked I’d be okay. So that’s exactly what I did.
I parked the SUV in the parking lot directly across the street from Diamond’s apartment. I backed the truck into a parking space so I could see everything in front of me. For the first fifteen minutes I watched at least one hundred cars coming in and out of the complex. You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to see that something illegal was going on. If I were a cop, I would be knee deep in paperwork after arresting all of these hustling ass niggas. And what was so crazy about it was that none of these guys tried to hide it. They literally held the drugs in their hands in plain view and did hand-to-hand transactions. They were off the chain. As much as I wanted to call them complacent, I couldn’t. They knew the only way a cop was coming this way was if some fool had been shot and killed.
When I wasn’t counting the transactions those niggas were making, I periodically glanced over at Diamond’s bedroom window to see if there was any movement. Like Katrina’s house, all of Diamond’s lights were turned off. So there was no question in my mind that she wasn’t home. After sitting there for over an hour I grew tired and decided to carry my ass back to the hotel. The key to the truck was already in the ignition. When I started the engine this guy came out of nowhere and startled the hell out of me. He approached the truck from the driver side door and tapped on the window lightly. I damn near jumped out of my skin. “Yo’ shorty, you need something?” he asked.
When I turned my head completely around in his direction, I instantly recognized him. I let out a sigh of relief and then I pressed down on the control button to roll down the window. He smiled once he realized who I was. “What’s up sis? Whatcha’ doing out here? I thought you was locked up?” he said.
“Who told you I was locked up?” I asked him. I wanted to know what he knew about me before I volunteered any information. You see, T.J. was this seventeen-year-old, small time weed pusher from the neighborhood who hung out all times of the night, so he basically knew something about everything that happened around here. He lived with his aunt and she had an apartment in the next building over from Diamond’s place.
“I was out here the night the police took you to jail. But everybody around here was talking about how you got a couple of bodies and that you wasn’t gon’ ever see daylight again.”
“Well, whoever told you that don’t know what the hell they talking about. I caught another charge and when they couldn’t prove that I did it, they had to let me go.”
T.J. looked at me in a suspicious manner. “You sure you ain't working for the police? A lot of bitches and niggas are doing it these days.”
“For your information, I am not one of those bitches. I got locked up for some shit I didn’t even do. So the judge had no other alternative but to let me go.”
“So what are you doing around here? Why are you parked across the street from where you used to live at? Whatcha doing squatting on that stripper bitch you used to live with?”
I have to admit, TJ caught me off guard with that question. And even though I’m sure he wasn't the smartest kid in school, he had plenty of street sense. So I am sure he would smell my lie before I’d uttered one word. I knew I wouldn’t be able to tell him what I was really doing, but at the same token, I had to tell him something that would seem plausible. Without blinking an eye I came up with a good explanation about why I was posted up in someone else’s truck, watching Diamond’s apartment from across the street.
First, I told him Diamond owed me some money and that every time I called her she wouldn’t answer her phone. I even lied and told him that I had been by here a few times and she wouldn’t open the door, because
I parked the SUV in the parking lot directly across the street from Diamond’s apartment. I backed the truck into a parking space so I could see everything in front of me. For the first fifteen minutes I watched at least one hundred cars coming in and out of the complex. You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to see that something illegal was going on. If I were a cop, I would be knee deep in paperwork after arresting all of these hustling ass niggas. And what was so crazy about it was that none of these guys tried to hide it. They literally held the drugs in their hands in plain view and did hand-to-hand transactions. They were off the chain. As much as I wanted to call them complacent, I couldn’t. They knew the only way a cop was coming this way was if some fool had been shot and killed.
When I wasn’t counting the transactions those niggas were making, I periodically glanced over at Diamond’s bedroom window to see if there was any movement. Like Katrina’s house, all of Diamond’s lights were turned off. So there was no question in my mind that she wasn’t home. After sitting there for over an hour I grew tired and decided to carry my ass back to the hotel. The key to the truck was already in the ignition. When I started the engine this guy came out of nowhere and startled the hell out of me. He approached the truck from the driver side door and tapped on the window lightly. I damn near jumped out of my skin. “Yo’ shorty, you need something?” he asked.
When I turned my head completely around in his direction, I instantly recognized him. I let out a sigh of relief and then I pressed down on the control button to roll down the window. He smiled once he realized who I was. “What’s up sis? Whatcha’ doing out here? I thought you was locked up?” he said.
“Who told you I was locked up?” I asked him. I wanted to know what he knew about me before I volunteered any information. You see, T.J. was this seventeen-year-old, small time weed pusher from the neighborhood who hung out all times of the night, so he basically knew something about everything that happened around here. He lived with his aunt and she had an apartment in the next building over from Diamond’s place.
“I was out here the night the police took you to jail. But everybody around here was talking about how you got a couple of bodies and that you wasn’t gon’ ever see daylight again.”
“Well, whoever told you that don’t know what the hell they talking about. I caught another charge and when they couldn’t prove that I did it, they had to let me go.”
T.J. looked at me in a suspicious manner. “You sure you ain't working for the police? A lot of bitches and niggas are doing it these days.”
“For your information, I am not one of those bitches. I got locked up for some shit I didn’t even do. So the judge had no other alternative but to let me go.”
“So what are you doing around here? Why are you parked across the street from where you used to live at? Whatcha doing squatting on that stripper bitch you used to live with?”
I have to admit, TJ caught me off guard with that question. And even though I’m sure he wasn't the smartest kid in school, he had plenty of street sense. So I am sure he would smell my lie before I’d uttered one word. I knew I wouldn’t be able to tell him what I was really doing, but at the same token, I had to tell him something that would seem plausible. Without blinking an eye I came up with a good explanation about why I was posted up in someone else’s truck, watching Diamond’s apartment from across the street.
First, I told him Diamond owed me some money and that every time I called her she wouldn’t answer her phone. I even lied and told him that I had been by here a few times and she wouldn’t open the door, because
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