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distracted by anything, your mission suffers. This is not your fault, it’s the mission’s fault. I have to stay sharp, or I’d be shot because I was marveling at your sexy thighs. I can’t allow that to happen. You’re too important for that. I know you like me, and I’m sweet on you as well. We just have to wait until the Mambas are behind bars. I hope you understand.”
    Sheddi was surprised for real this time. The men in Ghana have that king, servant thing happening. Tyler was definitely not from Ghana.
    “So you think my thighs are sexy,” she said to ease the tension. “You should see me in shorts.”
    Tyler smiled.
    “In due time, rabbit. In due time.”
    They continued to Woodstock listening to Purple Haze as they drove to the hospital.
     
    ~~~
     
    “How did you meet this Moira anyway?” Tyler was curious.
    As they walked into Iroquois General, Sheddi explained.
    “When I was a little girl, I lived in New Town, and helped my mother at the market. New Town was just that, a town. When all my friends decided to come to New York to help orphans, they call it the Sally Struthers counter, I tagged along because I was never in a city before, and New York was such a large city, we even knew of it in Africa.
    I always wanted adventure because selling fruit at the market was boring. I took a community class in photography, and was able to visually record what I saw. I took my camera everywhere.
    “There was a gang robbery once at a bodega, and I just clicked away. When the police got there, I met Knocks, and told him I had pictures. He took my camera, developed the pictures, and found the crooks.
    When he gave me back my camera, he asked me if I was an investigative photographer, and I told him I just took pictures.
    He put me in a real school to learn all the things I know about photography now.
    I lived with Abena back then, but being out all hours of the night freelancing messed up her sleep. I had to find another place to live. I found Moira’s ad in the classifieds, and she wanted to go halfsies on an apartment. I had my money from my picture taking so I visited her. We’ve been friends ever since. I think she liked me because I could filter out all the creeps she went out with. I guess I missed one.”
    “It’s not your fault,” Tyler said. “The Mambas are experts at recruiting. They do drugs, girls, and weapons trafficking. They even relish shootouts with the cops in Kingston. They haven’t flexed over here because NYPD carries military grade weaponry. They’re a Jamaican posse. They know the game where a young woman from New Town just got into this deadly game.”
    At least Tyler made her feel better. They both checked in, and went to Moira’s room. The police guard let them in.
    Moira was sleeping in bed in a traction rig as Sheddi shook her arm.
    “Hey, Hun. I guess Jabril was a little more than a creep.”
    Moira slowly opened her eyes.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” she eked.
    “Hey, you’re alive, and I’m not shot yet. I say we both made out that time. You asked me to check him out for a reason. You were right.” She kissed her cheek. “I have it from here.”
    “Sheddi, those guys are a drug cartel that shot me because I wouldn’t comply, this is my problem.”
    “I took their pictures, and screamed when they shot you. They saw me, so it’s my problem now.”
    Moira felt better to know her able friend would finish this. She looked past Sheddi to see Tyler.
    “Who’s the hunk?”
    Sheddi realized she didn’t know Tyler, but he interrupted.
    “Tyler Rodgers, Ma’am. I’m the guy that’s going to help Sheddi. I’m a former U.S. Ranger, and know how to stop a posse.”
    Moira sized him up, and looked at Sheddi.
    “I hope this isn’t just strictly business, girl.”
    Sheddi was not expecting the banter from Moira, but at least she was coherent, and breathing.
    “Our relationship is strictly business right now. When the Mambas are in jail, who knows?”
    Moira smiled