Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 (The Saga Continues) Read Online Free PDF

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    “Sure, I don’t mind. But where?”
    “Let’s go over there to that isolated corner,” he suggested. I said okay and proceeded to walk in that direction.
    I wondered if Whitfield was the one talking because both of us were Black or if he took the lead on all of their investigations. I hoped the latter. My radar was up, my trust level down. A gold badge and the same skin color as me weren’t guaranteeing trust on my part.
    Detective Whitfield and Rosenberg led me to the back of the bookstore. It was completely empty. There was no one in sight. There were only two chairs available so I sat in one of them while Detective Whitfield sat in the other, solidifying that he was the lead detective.
    Detective Rosenberg stood next to his fellow detective as Whitfield prepared to make his spiel. Before he ran down certain details of their operation, he made it his fucking business to want to know who I was with at the mall? Before I gave up Bishop’s name, I hesitated for a moment to gather my thoughts. Honestly, I hadn’t known Bishop that long, so I really didn’t have much to say about him. Not only that, that question alone made me feel awkward. I mean, I really wasn’t comfortable talking about him . . . much less giving them his name.
    So, while I contemplated what to say, Detective Whitfield interrupted my thoughts by saying, “Before you say anything, just know we’ll be able to find out whether or not you’re lying to us. And if we find out that you told us a lie then it’s not going to look good for you.”
    I jumped on the defense. “What makes you think I’m gonna lie to you?” I blurted out.
    “Listen Lynise, I just want everything to be laid out on the table so we can all be on the same page. That’s it,” he replied, trying to play it cool. He knew he had said the wrong thing to me, that’s why he tried to soften the blow. I wasn’t stupid and by the time this conversation of ours was over, he’d recognize it for sure.
    Before I gave these clowns any information I rolled my eyes and chuckled underneath my breath. This whole scene with them surrounding me as if I was a fucking informant was pathetic if you asked me. I mean, you would think with all the technology and forensic investigators roaming these idiots would have all the information they need.
    But no, they would rather be lazy and have non-compensated snitches do their work for them. Shit, if I was going to do their jobs for them, then they're gonna have to do more than give me immunity and a get out of jail free card. A bitch like me needed a roof over my head and a few dollars in my pocket. If they couldn’t fit those amenities in their budget then I wouldn’t be spilling my guts. They would get the bare minimal, if they got anything at all. And that was my word.
    After Detective Whitfield changed his tone a bit, I finally told him what Bishop's first name was. He tried to get his last name out of me, but I swore to him that I didn't know it, which was the God's honest truth. I did however, tell them both that he was Neeko's older brother and that he was only here to bury him.
    “Are you positive that he doesn't want to seek any revenge for his bother's death?” Whitfield wanted to know.
    “If he does, he hasn't mentioned it to me,” I lied. Again, these sorry ass detectives weren't trying to give up anything of value for the real scoop on Bishop, so I fed them enough to get them off my back.
    “Did he mention when Neeko’s funeral would be?” his questions continued.
    “Not yet. But he and Neeko's girlfriend, Katrina, are making those arrangements as we speak.”
    “Well, you just make sure you keep your eyes and ears open. We want to know about every step they make. And if you hear anything about trying to seek revenge, please don't hesitate to contact us.”
    “I won't,” I replied, even though I planned to do the exact opposite.
    After Detective Whitfield grilled me for information about Bishop, he shifted