I have to look out for number one first, TaTa told herself as she dialed Detective Robbins’s number around 8:30 AM. Her heart was beating fast as she waited for Robbins to pick up.

“Didn’t expect to hear from you this early,” Robbins said when she answered.

“I’m in,” TaTa stated, then hung up. She sauntered into her bedroom, lay down, and slept as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

“Where in the fuck have you been?” Sincere barked as soon as Kisa answered the phone.

“Snowed in, like the entire city,” Kisa sighed, rolling her eyes.

“You must’ve had a nigga snowed in with you.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked, annoyed.

“Why did you have the only phone I can call you on turned off all yesterday?”

“I broke the house charger, and this morning the snow was too high to go out. I had to wait until late this afternoon to replace it.”

Things between Sincere and Kisa were so different now. He didn’t know if he really believed that her answer was true. Since he had more pressing issues on his mind, he decided to let it go. “Did our friend get that information to you?”

“Yeah,” Kisa replied. “I’m already checking for it. I should be able to get a face-to-face in the next few days.”

Kisa’s progress tracking the witness was excellent news to Sincere. He had the utmost faith in Kisa. There was no doubt in Sincere’s mind that once Kisa got next to the witness, she would handle the situation. It seemed like an end to his days on the run was now in sight. “That’s good … that’s good. So other than that, how is everything else going?”

“Everything is everything. It’s all flowing smoothly.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“How are you?”

“I’m straight, ready for this shit to be over so I can move on with my life.”

Sincere knew that her comment was a shot at him; he dismissed it and kept right on talking. “Have you talked to the kids?”

“I talk to the kids every day,” Kisa responded dryly. “They’re fine.”

“You sound like you still on that bullshit.”

“Yep, I’m still on it,” she snapped.

“Kisa, you are impossible. I can’t believe you are still holding a grudge over a lie that a bitch told you two months ago. I’m on the run, and you acting straight foolish over nothing. I got enough shit on my shoulders. The last thing I need is you throwing me shade. This type of shit is getting old, and I’m getting tired.”

“Nigga, I’m beyond tired of you of your shit, but for some reason you can’t understand that. There will be no more playing me to left, then charming your way out with expensive gifts and a smile. We’re done.”