Chapters (95)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- Eighty-Six
- Eighty-Seven
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by David Swinson
- Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.
“Man, you gonna get my ass burned bad. Real bad.”
“You’ll be parked facing west. If people come out of the house they won’t even catch a glimpse of you.”
“Unless they make they way cross Sixth on S and pass me.”
He’s smart. “You worry too fucking much, old man. This how you talked to all those B-and-E dopes when you pulled right up to the house they just got finished busting into?”
“Shee-it” is all he’s got to say.
“I think you can handle this, then, huh?”
He drives ahead, backs into the cut, heads west on S, and pulls into the parking place.
“I’m parked illegally.”
“If any cops come around, which I doubt, it’ll look like you’re dropping off a fare.”
He rolls down his window and turns the car off.
“You kidding me, Diamond? I’m gonna roast back here.”
“Damn. You know how much fuel that burns just parking with the air on?”
“I’ll cover the fuel cost, so turn the damn car back on. Shit.”
He obeys.
I feel like having a fucking smoke, but I don’t want to make this situation more testy than it already is.
I put my pack on my lap, slide to the other side, and stretch out over the seat. It gives me an easier view through the rear window, so I don’t have to wake up tomorrow with a stiff neck. I get my binos just in case.
Let’s see how this pans out.
Forty-Two
Forty-Two
It’s most certainly a crack house. Not that much traffic inside and out, but I bet the police have been called to it on several occasions because of complaints from some of the neighboring homes. Been sitting on it for over an hour, and I’m fiending, not only for a bump or two but also for a smoke.
A few minutes later I notice a white male and a black male walking together toward the house. They definitely fit the profile—crackheads, I mean. I get Diamond’s attention and point them out to him.
“What about those two?”
“I seen them around the neighborhoods, but no one I know.”
It’s already rush hour, and a lot of vehicles are rolling by. My opinion—Biddy’s gonna be a no-show or never was going to show. Another part of me is starting to think I’m being played, period.
“I’m not going to waste any more time on this shit,” I say.
“All right, then,” he says with a little too much ease.
“I’m also starting to get the impression you’re fucking me good.”
He looks at me through the rearview mirror, won’t even turn to face me. That’s how I know I’m right.