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everywhere and now I knew she had a brother, I was on the lookout for him too. Most of us on the force did not want to take The Trap’s calls, but lately, I was all about having some sort of excuse to see her. My partner, Sal, was not having that shit. I was only on the job for five years and according to my mother, also known as, the police captain at another district, had sights on me making detective. I did not mind being a cop that patrolled, but the shit on the street could wear on you quickly. Some of them loved it while some hated every minute and took it out on anyone that got in their paths.
    Captain McFadden, my mother, was a third generation cop. Just like my father, who died in the line of duty almost twenty years ago. I was very young but had various memories of the man. Many say I look like him, act like him and even walk like him. It’s uncanny, how I did not even know the man, but carry many of his traits, like the way he walks.
    “What are we eating today?” Sal asked.
    “Don’t matter to me just not that shit that we ate yesterday?”
    “What? You’re crazy,” Sal said in his custom Long Island accent. “That shit was good.”
    “When it goes down, sure. When it comes back out, it burns your ass.” I shuddered at the memory.
    Sal burst into laughter, looking about ready to bust a gut. “That shit do hurt, but it’s worth it.”
    “I’ll pass.”
    He loved to get the Thai food, but that shit was hot. My palate was not that sensitive. However, that food needed a label on the level of heat.
    “How about that place over near The Trap , maybe we can see your girl?” he huffed.
    “She’s not my girl, man.” I tried to hide my semi-excitement at a chance of seeing her. “Plus, I’m not in the mood for soul food.”
    “Ha! Coulda fooled me.” Sal smirked, as I turned the corner of 102nd. “That woman done turned you out already and she ain’t even let you taste that sweet berry of hers. That dark meat is addictive, boy. I’m trying to tell ya.”
    “Stop with the dark meat, comments.” I snapped.
    “Whoa, testy, huh.” I could see him nodding his head in my peripheral vision. “Jokes aside, your mom finds out about that shit, my comments will be the least of your worries. I looked her up. Mom’s strung out, the boy hasn’t been in trouble, but gangs are recruiting and you already know which ones tags the neighborhood. She’s on the straight, but the shit surrounding her ain’t. So, my last and final warning. Stay clear.”
    Fuck me.
    I hoped I could stay clear, but I didn’t want to.
    Sal must have picked up on that because he said, “Too late, huh?”
    I pulled in front of the hydrant, which was placed right in front of Tiffany’s Soul Food , then I looked at Sal. He smiled at me and said, “Well, enjoy the ride, while it lasts.”
    Getting out of the car, I scoped the area and even looked up to the area where her floor might be. I wanted to see her. Had been craving her taste. That day in the grocery store refrigerator. I could not take it anymore. I wanted one taste and stole it too. Goddamn, that was a good day. She was better than I imagined. Sweet to the taste and goddammit if Sal wasn’t right. Fucking, addictive.
    On some level, I knew she would not call me for coffee. She did not even want to thank me. It was evident, she was being smart and knew there would be no future between us. Why my heart and head, both of them would not let that go, beat the hell out of me. I wanted her, had to have her. It could have been chalked up to sexual frustration, but it was only with her. Sanchez, the officer who worked with my mom, kept throwing it at me. She was pretty and all, but I had no interest. She was also very popular within the force.
    The week had gone by and Saturday was here. It was my day off, but I wanted to ensure that both Reginald, Jr. and Zeke both made it to the community cleaning. I stood outside of the precinct, just in case she showed up. Instead, they were