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annoyed. “Even if I wasn’t working, I’m not in the frame of mind to—”
“You gotta get over that Debra thing, brother. Listen, if you follow my lead, and play your cards right, you could be the man .” Marcus laughed hard into the cellular unit. “Like, today, I took out Barbara—since she’s married and has to act like she knows on the big day. So, we did a little lunch down at Zanzibar’s, had a little midday fun upstairs in the Bellevue, then I don’t have to service that account again for maybe another week. Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll take Wanda out for a late lunch—already dropped the roses, man. Then, whatever we eat will give me a stomachache, you feel me?…I’ll need to go home, of course, alone. That’s when I’ll call Vivica— she’s fine . Just met her on the Internet. And, her voice…”
Ray stared at his cell phone in disbelief. “Brother, you met some chick in cyberspace, and are gonna—”
“You should see her, brother.”
“I don’t have to see her, man. You’re an attorney. You of all people should know better. The woman could be here in my vice squad records.”
“That’s why I’m calling you. I need a background check.”
Ray sighed. “Have you lost your mind?”
“Baby got back, a double-D cup, face so pretty, legs—”
“I’ma ask you this again real slowly,” Ray said. His friend’s stupidity was making the muscle in his jaw jump. “Is she a working girl?”
“I don’t exactly know, but, uh, could use a favor…since you work vice. Uh, if I give you some—”
“If I do this, look her up and let you know if she has a record, you’ll owe me, Marc. No questions, no hesitation, no ‘I’ll get back to you later.’ If I ever—”
“Done. Just run her tags for me, man. This babe is so freakin’ fine, and serves phone sex so damned good—man, I’m like, hell yeah, baby. Come on down from Jersey City, bring your sister, whateva. Just come.”
Laughter filled Ray’s cell phone. Again, he could only stare at it. This was TMI, over the top. Just because he and Marcus Dorchester went back to high school, didn’t mean this fool wasn’t getting on his last nerve.
“The girl looks like—”
“I don’t need to know what she looks like,” Ray snapped.
“Turn on your PC, I’ll shoot you her pic—just in case she comes up on your visual radar. I hope she isn’t one of the casino girls that occasionally cross into Philly to do a little condo work downtown.”
Ray shook his head, sat down at his desk hard, but complied, waiting for his tube to boot up.
“She told me her sister was about five-seven, like her, but with darker brown hair,” Marcus went on. “I told her that my single buddy was all that…six-four, built, brown skin—you know they like the tall-dark-handsome type, has a good job, is well invested in real estate, no kids, no wife, no live-in problems, feel me? I wanted her to be comfortable with coming to Philly, not knowing me and everything, and figured a double date might coax her down. She said she’d be game, we could meet and all go to dinner, and if the chemistry was right, maybe we could go somewhere alone for a nightcap, you hearing me? So, see if you can get the blue flu for this one and—”
“Send the picture and the tag number,” Ray said flatly, rubbing his close-cropped hair with his palm. He waited as his friend’s booming chuckles continued to ripple through the phone. He kept his focus on his computer. He was not taking off from work, no matter what. One day, if his boy Marcus didn’t stop the madness, he was either gonna wake up coughing and sick, shot by some woman’s husband, or be found stabbed to death with a lady’s stiletto in his chest.
“You get it yet?” Marcus asked anxiously.
“The jpeg is downloading now,” Ray said, feeling self-conscious as his fellow officers walked by his desk and gave him nods of appreciation. The girl was fine, but still…
“If I lose my job,” Ray
“You gotta get over that Debra thing, brother. Listen, if you follow my lead, and play your cards right, you could be the man .” Marcus laughed hard into the cellular unit. “Like, today, I took out Barbara—since she’s married and has to act like she knows on the big day. So, we did a little lunch down at Zanzibar’s, had a little midday fun upstairs in the Bellevue, then I don’t have to service that account again for maybe another week. Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll take Wanda out for a late lunch—already dropped the roses, man. Then, whatever we eat will give me a stomachache, you feel me?…I’ll need to go home, of course, alone. That’s when I’ll call Vivica— she’s fine . Just met her on the Internet. And, her voice…”
Ray stared at his cell phone in disbelief. “Brother, you met some chick in cyberspace, and are gonna—”
“You should see her, brother.”
“I don’t have to see her, man. You’re an attorney. You of all people should know better. The woman could be here in my vice squad records.”
“That’s why I’m calling you. I need a background check.”
Ray sighed. “Have you lost your mind?”
“Baby got back, a double-D cup, face so pretty, legs—”
“I’ma ask you this again real slowly,” Ray said. His friend’s stupidity was making the muscle in his jaw jump. “Is she a working girl?”
“I don’t exactly know, but, uh, could use a favor…since you work vice. Uh, if I give you some—”
“If I do this, look her up and let you know if she has a record, you’ll owe me, Marc. No questions, no hesitation, no ‘I’ll get back to you later.’ If I ever—”
“Done. Just run her tags for me, man. This babe is so freakin’ fine, and serves phone sex so damned good—man, I’m like, hell yeah, baby. Come on down from Jersey City, bring your sister, whateva. Just come.”
Laughter filled Ray’s cell phone. Again, he could only stare at it. This was TMI, over the top. Just because he and Marcus Dorchester went back to high school, didn’t mean this fool wasn’t getting on his last nerve.
“The girl looks like—”
“I don’t need to know what she looks like,” Ray snapped.
“Turn on your PC, I’ll shoot you her pic—just in case she comes up on your visual radar. I hope she isn’t one of the casino girls that occasionally cross into Philly to do a little condo work downtown.”
Ray shook his head, sat down at his desk hard, but complied, waiting for his tube to boot up.
“She told me her sister was about five-seven, like her, but with darker brown hair,” Marcus went on. “I told her that my single buddy was all that…six-four, built, brown skin—you know they like the tall-dark-handsome type, has a good job, is well invested in real estate, no kids, no wife, no live-in problems, feel me? I wanted her to be comfortable with coming to Philly, not knowing me and everything, and figured a double date might coax her down. She said she’d be game, we could meet and all go to dinner, and if the chemistry was right, maybe we could go somewhere alone for a nightcap, you hearing me? So, see if you can get the blue flu for this one and—”
“Send the picture and the tag number,” Ray said flatly, rubbing his close-cropped hair with his palm. He waited as his friend’s booming chuckles continued to ripple through the phone. He kept his focus on his computer. He was not taking off from work, no matter what. One day, if his boy Marcus didn’t stop the madness, he was either gonna wake up coughing and sick, shot by some woman’s husband, or be found stabbed to death with a lady’s stiletto in his chest.
“You get it yet?” Marcus asked anxiously.
“The jpeg is downloading now,” Ray said, feeling self-conscious as his fellow officers walked by his desk and gave him nods of appreciation. The girl was fine, but still…
“If I lose my job,” Ray
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