“Why are you so fuckin’ calm? Do you realize what just happened to us, and there’s still a chance we may not get out of this muthafucka? What the fuck is going on, nigga. If you know something you need to spill it.”

“I’m getting ready to tell you now.”

“Don’t tell me shit but who are those people and where are they taking us? To another jail?

“That’s Charli, yo.”

“Who the fuck is Charli?”

“Charli Li. But listen, they are waving us back to the van. I can’t tell you everything now, but Don Carlos wants me to get her to set up a meeting with her father. I have to use her. We set it up, he gets there, and we out. That’s all I can tell you right now. Trust me. When we get to the Embassy, we are supposed to receive further instructions.”

“How do you know this?”

“Don Carlos sent some attorneys to see me. I’ll tell you more. Just follow my lead. Trust me.”

Trae turned around and took a piss. The officers were staring us down and one headed our way. Trae zipped up, and we got back into the van.

JAZ

We pulled up in front of my new house around one in the morning. For now, I would be residing in Morrisville, PA. I saw what this was. Nice and convenient. Faheem’s old stomping grounds were right across the bridge in Trenton. This was one of the old dope boy moves. Move out of the city and into the burbs.

Niggas had been doing that for years. Faheem was getting dirty, and I needed to figure out how to stop him before it was too late.

I couldn’t wait to get in and get settled. Mainly because on the way back, Faheem and I engaged in very little conversation, and I had lots of questions.

“Faheem, do you have to run the streets tonight?”

“Run the streets? Who the fuck do you think I am? Ain’t nobody runnin’ the streets.”

“Well, whatever the fuck you are leaving the house to do. It ain’t to pray or go to the grocery store. What else you doing at one o’clock in the morning? And don’t speak to me like that! Your family has been locked away for damn near two months, not seeing or hearing from you.” I was so furious that my voice quivered.

“If you want to spend time with me, then say that. Don’t accuse me of running the streets. I’m not running the streets.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. And if that lie makes you feel good, I’m for it. Remember, what you do in the dark will come to light, Faheem. You got a house in Morrisville, and you been in the streets for the last two months. You running the streets. I can only call it like I see it.”