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fourth day, since we knew the mail person
was a middle-aged woman, we decided to use Nico as
bait. I hid in the car while he pretended to be going into
the building where Devon supposedly lived. He turned
on his charm and flirted with the mail lady. She ate that
shit up. Nico convinced her that he was a family member
who was now staying at the apartment, and he would be more than happy to take the mail. From what I could see,
he didn't have to do too much convincing. She practically
stuffed the mail down his shirt, along with her phone
number. And to my surprise, Curtis had told the truth,
because the mail was addressed to Devon. We figured
Devon was out of town, either for business or personal,
and we would have to wait it out.

    "Yo, I was considering doing something, but I
wanted to see how you felt about it first," Nico said, as
we sat in the rental car across the street, watching Devon's
crib.
    "Ask me."
    "I wanted to call CoCo and see if she knew any
information on this Delondo cat, since Devon work for
him. I mean, if he's supposed to be a major nigga in the
drug game for Philly, and she's in the same business,
maybe she can be helpful."
    "Like instead of us sitting here every damn day
twiddling our thumbs waiting for the fuck to show up,
she may actually be able to tell us an exact day... helpful
like that?"
    "I don't know if she could tell us the day, but
something. Maybe Devon got another spot he rests at that
Curtis don't know nothing about. But what I do know is
this Philly drug game is very cliquish, and everybody be
watching how each clique moves."
    "But you know mad people here. Ain't nobody else
you can call besides CoCo that might have some useful
info?"

    "Yeah, I do know a lot of people here, but with
CoCo I can trust she won't run off at the mouth, making
announcements that I'm inquiring about homeboy."
    "So, you trust her?"
    Are you jealous? Because you don't have any reason
to be."
    "Don't flatter yourself. I just want to have as few
people in our shit as possible. But if you trust her, then
make the call." And that's what he did. I could hear her
through the phone, acting all extra excited to hear from
Nico. I had to admit that it )))as jealousy making me catch
an attitude, because the chick hadn't did shit to me, and I
couldn't stand her ass.
    "That was a quick conversation. I guess she didn't
know shit."
    "It's not that. She wants us to talk in person. With
her getting caught up in that fed shit and being locked up,
she don't like to discuss nobody who is affiliated with the
drug game on the phone."
    "That's understandable. So, are we about to meet up
with her now?"
    "No, she's in the middle of some business at the
moment. She said tonight would be better for her. But I
know you're probably tired and could use the rest, so you
don't have to come with me. I can handle it on my own."
    "I'm good. We can go together. This a team effort,
remember?"
    "Of course, and you know I always enjoy your
company. So, do you want to head back to the hotel, rest a little bit before we head out tonight?"

    "That works for me."
    When we got back to the hotel, I went in my room and
took a long hot shower. I needed the time alone to try
and clear my mind, if only for a few minutes. But instead
of thinking about absolutely nothing, I wondered what
Aaliyah was doing at the very moment, and if Supreme
was holding her. I missed the two of them to the point
that pain had almost become numb. It was as if my heart
had built a shield around it, because if I actually continued
to feel how much it ached, I would die from heartbreak.
    What made it worse was that I knew Supreme had
fucked Maya. I remember vividly how she rubbed it in
my face. Devon held my body firmly while Maya beat
the shit outta me with those brass knuckles, and taunted
me about her getting dicked down by my husband. I
could tell by the look in her eyes and the venom in her
voice that it was true. I also