'Didn’t you?' Richards asked. 'Like you said, we don’t have you sittin’ in here for just some solicitation beef. You killed those men and stole their coke, didn’t you?'
'Oh hell no! I didn’t do that shit. I swear ’for God, I didn’t kill nobody.'
Richards looked at Kirk and laughed. 'When was the last time we heard that one?'
'Last time we questioned a murder suspect.'
'I didn’t kill nobody!' Erika yelled.
'Then how did your prints get there?'
'Okay, okay, look, I was there, but I didn’t kill them niggas.'
Richards slid a notepad in front of Erika. 'Just go ahead and write down how you killed them and it will go a lot easier for you.'
'Oh hell no,' Erika said and pushed the pad back at Richards. 'I ain’t writing shit ’cause I ain’t kill them niggas.'
Kirk got in her face. 'Then tell us who did.'
'If I tell you what I know, what I get outta it?'
'She wants to deal,' Richards said. 'I think we should just go ahead and book her for murder.
'What is you sayin’? This shit is crazy. I’m tellin’ you I didn’t kill nobody.'
Kirk shrugged his shoulders and started to leave the room. Richards got up and followed him to the door. 'Wait a minute, wait a minute, damn. I’ll tell you what I know.'
Kirk came back to the table and sat down. 'I’m listening.'
'I was there in the apartment when the shit went down, but I’m tellin’ you, it wasn’t me that did the shootin’.'
'What happened?'
'I was there to get a hit and they let me use the bathroom to smoke. So I’m in there smokin’ when all of a sudden I hear the shootin’.'
'What did you do?'
'I dove in the bathtub and stayed there for a while after the shooting stopped. When I came out everybody was dead.'
'What did you do then?'
'I searched the place.'
'What’d you find?' Richards asked.
'I found the rock you caught me with, and I got out of there.'
'You know who supplied these guys?'
'Nope. All I can tell you is that it’s a woman.'
'A woman?' Richards questioned.
'I don’t know who she is, but they was always talkin’ about her.'
'Well tell me this one more thing, and I’ll see what I can do on the solicitation and possession charges.'
'What else y’all wanna know?'
'Who would you buy from now that your friends here are dead?'
'Rockwell.'
'Who?'
'KK Rockwell. I can tell you where to find him.'
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
After drinking at Cynt’s with Bobby, the phone ringing was the last thing Nick wanted to hear. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the phone. 'What!'
'Damn, nigga, why you gotta answer the phone like that?' Rain said.
'What do you want, Rain?'
'What the fuck’s wrong with you?'
'Nothing. What do you want, Rain?'
'We got shit that needs doin’.'
'What I don’t need is your ass tryin’ to tell me what the fuck I gotta do,' Nick yelled and hung up the phone.
He held the phone in his hand because he knew it wouldn’t take Rain long to call back. When the phone rang again he answered it. 'What do you want?'
'I told you. We got shit to do today and you fuckin’ around.'
'What?'
'What you mean what?'
'What we gotta do?'
'Shit, mutha fucka, you already know what we gotta do.'
'It waited this long, another couple of hours ain’t gonna make no difference. I’ll get wit’ you later.'
'Wait!' Rain yelled.
'What?'
'Nick, listen to me for a second. I got some important shit goin’ on over here right now. I need your help with it. You the only one that can handle this,' Rain pleaded.
'When shit was goin’ your way you didn’t need my help, now I’m the only one who can handle it?'
'Yes. Now come on. Get over here as fast as you can. It’s real fuckin’ important.'
'What’s goin’ on over there?'
'I don’t wanna say over the phone. It’s just that deep. But I’m for real ’bout this. You need to come handle this shit for real.'
'All right. I’ll be there.'
'How long you gonna be?'
'I’ll be there when I fuckin’ get there!'
'All right, nigga. You ain’t gotta yell and shit. Just hurry your ass up. This shit is important,' Rain said and Nick hung up the phone.
When he got to Rain’s apartment she was naked when she answered the door. He walked past her like Rain being naked was no big deal.
'What was so important?'
'What is your problem? Why you givin’ me all this fuckin’ attitude?'
Nick grabbed Rain by the arm and pulled her to him. 'I asked you what was so fuckin’ important that you needed me to deal with right away?'
Rain jerked her arm away from him. 'You don’t see nothin’ important here?'
Nick looked around. 'All I see is you.'
'Shit. That’s what’s important.'
'What?'
'I ain’t seen your ass all day. I need some of that dick.'
'That’s all you wanted? To fuck?'
'Hell yeah, I told you, this pussy is deep and only you can handle it,' Rain said and laughed a little.
'You want me to fuck you?' Nick grabbed Rain by the throat. 'You want to get fucked? All right,' he said and began unbuckling his pants. 'You wanna get fucked!' Nick spun Rain around quickly and bent her over the couch. He pushed himself inside her and started trying to tear that pussy up.
'What’s wrong with you today?' Rain wanted to know as he pounded away.
Nick grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. 'You want me to stop?'
'Oh, hell no. Go on and get this pussy. It’s been throbbin’ for you all day.'
Nick reached out and grabbed Rain by the shoulder with one hand and her waist with the other. He bent his knees and pulled her to him as hard as she could stand it. 'That’s it, nigga. Get this pussy.'
