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out exactly who he is,â he said as he watched Quick drive right past the van.
Detective Davis reached down in his pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. âHere,â he said, handing Willie the bill. âKeep up the good work. Keep your eyes on that new guy for me.â Detective Davis watched Willie hop out the van and take off down the street.
Detective Davis pulled off and headed home. For the entire ride, his mind was on the new guy. He didnât know what it was about the new guy, but it just seemed like he was going to be a problem.
Detective Davis stepped out of the van and stepped inside his one-bedroom apartment. Inside his living room, he had no furniture inside, just pictures of Turf and every member of his crew posted up on his wall. So far he didnât have a case, but he was determined to build one. Detective Davis was good at what he did. He was the kind of cop that lived and breathed his job. If he wasnât on a big case, he wouldnât know what to do with his life.
Detective Davis, who kind of favored the actor Mel Gibson in his younger days, walked over to his refrigerator and took out a two-day-old slice of pizza out and a Budweiser, and he sat down on the floor and ate, staring at the pictures that hung on his wall.
When Quick left the trap house, he didnât really feel like going home just yet, so he made a detour and decided he would go get him something to eat. He pulled into the IHOP parking lot and shut off the engine.
As soon as he stepped in the restaurant, he spotted Tiffany carrying a plate in each hand. The hostess escorted him to his seat as he skimmed over the menu.
When he saw Tiffany approaching, he looked up from the menu. âHey. Whatâs up?â he said, not really knowing what to say.
âHey,â Tiffany said, and her eyes dropped down to the floor. She was still embarrassed about what had happened the last time Quick was there, and was surprised he even still spoke to her.
âHow you been?â Quick asked, noticing the red marks on Tiffanyâs neck. She looked like someone had been strangling her.
âI been cool,â she replied with a weak smile. âYou ready to order?â
âYeah, Iâll take my usual . . . steak and fries.â Quick held out the menu, so she could take it.
âWould you like something to drink with that?â Tiffany asked, taking back the menu.
âI want to take you out on a date,â Quick said, ignoring her question.
âI donât think that will be a good idea.â Tiffany walked off toward the kitchen.
Quick watched as Tiffany disappeared through the double doors to the kitchen. He couldnât understand why women would rather stay in an abusive relationship, when they had a chance to get out.
Tiffany walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a sharp knife and stuck it down into her apron. The next time Blake tried to put his hands on her, she was going to kill him. Her mind was already made up.
Tiffany liked Quick, who seemed like a nice guy, but right now she had too much going on in her life to be thinking about going out on a date, the last thing on her mind. She was about to take someoneâs life if she had to, and everything else just had to wait.
As Quick sat waiting for his food, he received a text message from Major Pain telling him it was time to meet up. He stuck his phone back down in his pocket just as he saw Tiffany walking toward his table, carrying his plate.
âIâm sorry. Iâma need this to go,â he said politely.
Tiffany walked toward the back and returned with a take-home box and a bag.
âThank you,â Quick said, and he dropped three twenty-dollar bills down on the table and left in a hurry.
Tiffany watched Quick until he pulled out of the parking lot. She was thankful that he had saved her from Blake the last time he was here, but she didnât think that a date right now would be a good idea.
She walked in
Detective Davis reached down in his pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. âHere,â he said, handing Willie the bill. âKeep up the good work. Keep your eyes on that new guy for me.â Detective Davis watched Willie hop out the van and take off down the street.
Detective Davis pulled off and headed home. For the entire ride, his mind was on the new guy. He didnât know what it was about the new guy, but it just seemed like he was going to be a problem.
Detective Davis stepped out of the van and stepped inside his one-bedroom apartment. Inside his living room, he had no furniture inside, just pictures of Turf and every member of his crew posted up on his wall. So far he didnât have a case, but he was determined to build one. Detective Davis was good at what he did. He was the kind of cop that lived and breathed his job. If he wasnât on a big case, he wouldnât know what to do with his life.
Detective Davis, who kind of favored the actor Mel Gibson in his younger days, walked over to his refrigerator and took out a two-day-old slice of pizza out and a Budweiser, and he sat down on the floor and ate, staring at the pictures that hung on his wall.
When Quick left the trap house, he didnât really feel like going home just yet, so he made a detour and decided he would go get him something to eat. He pulled into the IHOP parking lot and shut off the engine.
As soon as he stepped in the restaurant, he spotted Tiffany carrying a plate in each hand. The hostess escorted him to his seat as he skimmed over the menu.
When he saw Tiffany approaching, he looked up from the menu. âHey. Whatâs up?â he said, not really knowing what to say.
âHey,â Tiffany said, and her eyes dropped down to the floor. She was still embarrassed about what had happened the last time Quick was there, and was surprised he even still spoke to her.
âHow you been?â Quick asked, noticing the red marks on Tiffanyâs neck. She looked like someone had been strangling her.
âI been cool,â she replied with a weak smile. âYou ready to order?â
âYeah, Iâll take my usual . . . steak and fries.â Quick held out the menu, so she could take it.
âWould you like something to drink with that?â Tiffany asked, taking back the menu.
âI want to take you out on a date,â Quick said, ignoring her question.
âI donât think that will be a good idea.â Tiffany walked off toward the kitchen.
Quick watched as Tiffany disappeared through the double doors to the kitchen. He couldnât understand why women would rather stay in an abusive relationship, when they had a chance to get out.
Tiffany walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a sharp knife and stuck it down into her apron. The next time Blake tried to put his hands on her, she was going to kill him. Her mind was already made up.
Tiffany liked Quick, who seemed like a nice guy, but right now she had too much going on in her life to be thinking about going out on a date, the last thing on her mind. She was about to take someoneâs life if she had to, and everything else just had to wait.
As Quick sat waiting for his food, he received a text message from Major Pain telling him it was time to meet up. He stuck his phone back down in his pocket just as he saw Tiffany walking toward his table, carrying his plate.
âIâm sorry. Iâma need this to go,â he said politely.
Tiffany walked toward the back and returned with a take-home box and a bag.
âThank you,â Quick said, and he dropped three twenty-dollar bills down on the table and left in a hurry.
Tiffany watched Quick until he pulled out of the parking lot. She was thankful that he had saved her from Blake the last time he was here, but she didnât think that a date right now would be a good idea.
She walked in
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