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𝟸:𝟷𝟻𝙿𝙼
"Good one down, how many more to go?"
"Not too many,"
"And y'all don't know who killed him?"
"Whoever did it, covered their tracks. So no,"
"Interesting,"
"Any news on your side?"
"No,"
"Aight lmk,"
"Aight bye,"
Hangs up...
Who the fuck killed him? Before we could.
That's mad weird, I then began to investigate or to at least put the pieces together. I wasn't given many pictures or names, most of them were dead ends so I had to work with what I had left.
Which wasn't much, it's hard putting cases to faces because their records are long as shit, so the chances of them doing this is very slim.
I sucked my teeth and put all my documents into a folder and hid it away, before grabbing my phone and dialed this number in the file.
Using a block number to call them, I waited for him to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hi, you probably don't know me but I was cleaning my phone out and stumbled across your number and had to figure out who it was," I lied.
"It would say my name shordy," I rolled my eyes.
"Yea unfortunately it doesn't, only a number."
"I ain't giving my name to the feds, calling from a blocked number and shit. Get the fuck off my shit!!" He hung up, I sighed.
"Onto the next," I continued calling different people, which led me to nothing. This assignment is a fucking dead end.
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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘
| 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐈𝐋 | ➱ 𝙳𝙰𝙳'𝚂 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙱
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𝟻:𝟶𝟶𝙿𝙼
"How was your birthday?" My dad asked as we sat in his kitchen, eating leftovers.
"Good," I kept it short, "You good and shit? Your mom said you went ghost," I nodded my head yes.
"I did, but I'm fine,"
"Okay," I sighed. "How's the kids? How's your marriage?" He chuckled. "They're good, and so is Ares and I,"
"That's good,"
"You can talk to me, what's up?" I sighed, "Nothin is up dad," I told him, he rolled his eyes.
"Fine," he gave up, I would too. "Actually no, you may pull that I'm fine bullshit with your man and ya moms but not me! Tell me what's going on,"
I could never get nun past my pops, my mom sometimes but not my dad. He can spot bullshit from a mile away.
"I'm losing my mind pops! My shit is fried, I can't do this," I told him, "Whatchu need?"
"Help, I don't know, I just don't wanna be here," he sighed.
"Okay well I'll look for something," I nodded my head. "Thanks,"
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𝟷𝟶:𝟸𝟻𝙿𝙼
I entered my house, tiredly. The immediate smell of weed and food hit my nose. So I put my keys up and took my shoes off, before heading into the kitchen.
Booka was smoking a blunt while making himself something to eat. "Hey baby." he greeted me.
"Hey," I took a seat at the island and watched him, in silence.
"My dad is gonna get me help." I started the conversation, before he starts to asks questions.
"Did he say what?" I shook my head no, "He said he'll look into it,"
"Aight," he then joined me at the island, Booka handed me the blunt as I began to smoke while he ate, whatever he put together.
"How were the kids today?" I asked him, "Good, we went to the park and shit. They talked to Von,"
"How's he doing?"
"Good, I think Asian finna keep his ass company." He responded, as I ashed the blunt in the ashtray.
"You eat?" I shook my head no, he slid his bowl towards me. "What is it?" I clearly couldn't tell, it looked like spaghetti but I don't know.
He sucked his teeth, "Leftover spaghetti and something else," I picked his fork up to eat it.
Not even gonna cap it's good, but I'm not telling him that. "It's Aight," I responded, he immediately took the bowl back. "Aint sharing shit witchu again," I laughed.
"Imma go shower, join me if you want," I kissed his cheek then headed upstairs.
