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bed, trying to calm down. After a few tokes on the bud, she mellowed, but as she thought about the events that had gone down over the last couple of months, she became pissed again. Not only was her man, Dame, found dead with his dick cut off and his throat slit from one end to the other, her girl Crystal was killed by the police and her other girl, Monique, was wounded as well.
    TONETTE HAD BEEN shocked as hell when the police arrived at her home to deliver the news about Dame, but the conversation quickly turned into an interrogation about her high-profile drug-dealing boyfriend and weapons. This was when she realized they were just fishing for information because Dink was the man, not Dame.
    When the police asked to search the apartment for drugs, Tonette didn’t bother to put up a fight. She used her angelic smile and light-gray tear-filled eyes to convince them that she was completely innocent and knew nothing of their accusations. She was merely a young woman grieving the losses of her boyfriend and a chick in her crew.
    Dame had another apartment where he kept the real shit, so she knew they wouldn’t find drugs where they lived. They searched the obvious places—under the mattress, in shoe boxes, and even in their VHS tape racks—but what little stash was left, Tonette had already smoked up. In a desperate attempt to find something, the police even picked through Dame’s jackets and sneakers, but they still came up with nothing.
    “Um . . . excuse me, officers?” Tonette asked, her eyes tearing to the brim.
    “Yes, Ms. Thomas.” They looked at her in anticipation of what she had to say.
    “Y’all come in here accusing me of stuff that I don’t know nothing about.”
    “We have a report that you gave Ms. Moore the gun she was carrying when she was shot. We were also told that your boyfriend is a high-profile drug dealer.”
    Tonette’s nose began to flare. “I don’t care what report you have. I don’t know nothing about no damn gun and my deadboyfriend ain’t no damn dealer. Y’all really need to check y’all’s sources before y’all start accusing people of shit they don’t know anything about.” She paused for a moment and spoke. “I knew something like this would happen when that bougie chick wanted to be friends with us.”
    “What bougie chick?” they asked, repeating her words.
    “Laci, but I guess because she don’t live in the hood, y’all won’t even question her about anything. That’s fucked up.” Tonette knew that she was pushing the bar with how she was talking to the officers, but she had to do something to get the attention off her. “You accuse me of having a boyfriend who is a drug dealer and question me about guns, but she’s with the top dog. Do I look like I live the life of a drug dealer’s girl? No. I even let you go through my things, but you’re leaving with the same shit you came here with, and I still got questions.” She looked at both of the officers. “Did you find who murdered my boyfriend, and why did y’all kill Crystal?” The officers looked at one another. “Y’all can’t answer me that, can ya? All I want are answers!”
    The officers knew of Tonette’s rep. As a matter of fact, they had been watching the South Bronx Bitches for some time for alleged drug sales and theft. The local police department never had anything on them other than anonymous tips that trickled in, but now after the shooting, it was the best time to investigate them all.
    Tonette sat down on her bed with a tear-drenched face and red eyes. “This is just too much right now,” she cried and rocked back and forth in front of them. “Just too much.”
    Her innocent look and acting was on point, because the police left not long after her outburst began.
    “Thanks for your time, Ms. Thomas,” the officer spoke. “If we have any questions, we’ll be back, so don’t go too far.”
    “That’s fine, but when you come back, please make sure you have answers for me.