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didn't matter because niggas still wasn't going anywhere; so it would always be the hood. I guess they hoped the local blacks would be wiped out from either drugs or the violence of the streets. They'd be waiting a long time. Niggas had a way to keep multiplying.
    "Hold up, this his spot, but let me hit his cell so he'll know we outside," Smokey said as he dialed the number. I stood looking around feeling the area out. It was the early afternoon and the hood was slowly coming alive.
    "Come on, Precious, he lives on the second floor." The guy buzzed us in and instead of us taking the elevator I told Smokey to take the stairs. In a situation like this where I wasn't feeling totally comfortable, I felt I had more room to move taking the stairs if shit was shaky. I was relieved when no niggas had they gats drawn when we reached the floor.
    When we got to the door, Smokey knocked and I stood to the side clutching my purse in preparation for anything faulty. Smokey was cool, but I could tell that even though he was in the game and had his ears to the streets, he won't no official killer-type nigga. I say that because he was just too relaxed. He knew I was carrying heat and he was strapped, too, but most murder-type niggas always give a quick pat to they piece just to make sure it's right there ready for them to explode on a cat if necessary. Smokey was cheesing as if he was bringing me home for dinner to meet his parents.
    After standing for a few seconds, someone finally came and opened the door.
    "Wass up?" he said, giving Smokey a pound.
    "It's all good; this here is the young lady I was telling you about."
    "How you doing, I'm B-Boy?" I just politely grinned and nodded my head. Then I zoomed in on his eyes, trying to get a read on him. He looked young, but maybe that was because he had a baby face. He was tall and skinny with a Hershey bar complexion. He had an inviting smile but my gut told me he had another agenda. "Come on in," he said, completely opening the door. Smokey and I stepped inside and to my surprise the apartment was extremely neat and decorated nicely. I figured he must live with his girl because the place definitely had a woman's touch.
    "Can I get ya something to drink?"
    "Nah, I'm good." I never liked to eat or drink at somebody's crib unless they were my people like that.
    "I'll take some soda or something," Smokey said, never being one to turn down nothing that could fill up his belly.
    When the guy walked off to the kitchen, I moved closer to Smokey, "So that the nigga that knows Nico's whereabouts?" I whispered.
    "That's him, he seems like good people, right?" he said nodding his head and grinning. I didn't even respond to Smokey. Instead I studied the room trying to get an indication if anyone else was here. I noticed the window was halfway open and wondered if someone sneaked out not wanting us to see them on our way up.
    "Here's your drink, man," B-Boy said, handing a can of Coca Cola to Smokey. "Ya wanna have a seat?"
    "I'm good." I always think better on my feet. Smokey sat down on the couch next to B-Boy.
    "Night, well let's get down to it. As I told my man Smokey, I know exactly where Nico is holding court. I have no problem taking that nigga out for the right price, and from what I understand that price is a million dollars."
    "Yeah, you got that price right. You get half up front, half on delivery." I paused for a minute to make B-Boy comfortable like everything was sweet. "So, Nico hauled up selling coke that he bought from your cousin, that's how you found out his whereabouts?"
    "Yeah, my cousin had me drop off some of that coke and I peeped your man Nico. I remembered my man Smokey telling me there was a hit out on him and I was like this is just my luck."
    "You got that right," I said pulling out my nine and walking towards B-Boy as I put the gun to the side of his head.
    "What the fuck is you doing, Precious?" Smokey blurted and stood up from the couch. I stayed focused with my finger on the