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the street.
    â€œBitch, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Kita screamed. “You tryin’ ta get us knocked or somethin’?”
    After placing her weapon on the back seat, Roni calmly lit up a Newport, took a drag, and blew the smoke into the air. “Kita, them scary-ass muthafuckas ain’t gon’ tell on nobody. Let’s dump this fuckin’ truck and keep it movin’.”
    Kita shook her head. Her friend was starting to get reckless. She made a mental note to talk to Jasmine later on. They needed to get a handle on that before it ended up costing them all their freedom.

2
    Jasmine Turner picked her fingernails as she sat next to her lawyer in Cleveland’s Municipal Court. She smiled slightly as she cut her eyes to her right and noticed the beads of sweat that had formed on her lawyer’s forehead. Motioning for her lawyer to lean over to her, Jasmine softly whispered in her ear.
    â€œTake it easy, Melissa; everything’s gon’ be straight.”
    Melissa Crawford looked at her client like she was crazy, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that her client had indeed been accused of some crazy things over the past year. “Jasmine, they have a fuckin’ surprise witness to this charge. How the hell can you be so calm?”
    Jasmine simply winked her eye, then turned around and smirked at all the nosey people who had come out to witness her receive her just due. No one would look her directly in the face except for one light-skinned redhead with large sunglasses, who was staring intently.
    The fuck this bitch staring at, she thought.
    Not giving it a second thought, Jasmine turned back around and continued to look good. Jasmine appeared nothing like the cold-blooded killer that Cleveland made her out to be. With an olive complexion free of blemishes combined with a model’s figure, she looked like she should be on a runway instead of in a courtroom. Her light-brown, marble-like eyes were captivating and her smilecould melt the North Pole. Her shiny, black hair was tied in a ponytail that hung right above her shoulders. Jasmine and her lawyer jumped as the prosecuting attorney suddenly slammed a stack of papers down on the table. He had received a note from a uniformed officer standing guard in the hallway.
    â€œYour Honor, may we approach?” he asked.
    Judge Green beckoned the two attorneys toward the bench. Melissa looked back at Jasmine, who in turn, shrugged her shoulders in an innocent “I don’t know” gesture. No sooner had the judge and the two officers of the court disappeared into the back when a sly smile escaped Jasmine’s face. She knew exactly what the note said and the severity of the message conveyed.

    â€œWhat?” screamed the prosecutor. “What the hell do you mean, the witness was killed?”
    Judge Green looked at the prosecutor through beady little slits. “First of all, Mr. Morgan, I’d watch my tone if I were you. Either you think that I’m your wife or you have definitely taken leave of your senses, but either way…” The judge pointed his index finger squarely in the face of Jason Morgan. “Watch how you talk to me!”
    The apologetic look on Mr. Morgan’s face said it all. The last thing that he wanted to do was piss Judge Green off.
    â€œI’m sorry, Your Honor. It’s just that without that witness—”
    â€œWithout that witness, you have no case against my client.” Melissa was elated to finish his sentence for him.
    The hateful glare the prosecutor gave Melissa had her practically giddy on the inside. Now she understood why Jasmine was so confident about the outcome of her trial; the witness would never make it to the courtroom.
    â€œI hate to sound crass, Mr. Morgan, but it was your witness’ refusal to accept a police escort that led to this incident.” Judge Green seemed extremely upset about the entire thing. “If