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saw something other than what you mentioned to Dre.”
    I looked back at Damian. “Trust me, if I saw where they went, that would’ve been the first thing I told Dre when I saw him.”
    Damian massaged my back in a circular motion. “It’s gonna be alright. We gon’ take care of those niggas who did this shit to you and Lucky.”
    “ You damn right! Those niggas are going to pay dearly!” Reggie blurted out. “And as soon as I find out who they are and where their families live, I’m going to kill everybody in the fucking crib! No one will leave out of there alive. And that’s my motherfucking word. Nobody puts their hands on my fucking sister, kill one of my soldiers and take my motherfucking dough and is able to walk around to talk about it. Fuck nah! That’s just not going to happen to me.”
    I felt the rage in Reggie’s voice. He was on a warpath and no one would be able to bring him out of that spell but himself. Damian continued to comfort me after Reggie stormed out of the room. “Do you think you’ll be able to drive home?” he asked me.
    “ I’m not sure,” I replied.
    “ Well, if you want me and Reggie to drop you off, then we’ll do that. But you gotta let us know, because as soon as we get the call that the police got the coroner to move Lucky’s body out of the elevator and clear the building out, then we gon’ head out there so we can have a sit down with Walt.”
    “ A’ight. I’ll let y’all know before y’all leave,” I told him. And then I laid my head back against the chair.
     
    I hadn’t realized I had dozed off until Damian tapped me on my shoulder. “We’re getting ready to leave, so if you want us to drop you off, then get ready because we’re gonna be leaving in about ten minutes.”
    I lifted my head to see the clock on the wall. When I realized I had been asleep for two hours I sat up instantly. I knew I had to get up early in the morning to meet my crew for a six a.m. flight to New Orleans. Very seldom I called in sick. My supervisor was a total bitch when she got calls from her flight attendants wanting to take out. If we didn’t show up for work it better be because we were in the hospital or dead. Otherwise, you’d better be on the flight assigned to you. And since I didn’t need the drama or the headache of being put with another crew, which, of course, would alter my normal pick up route for our product deliveries, I stood up from the sofa.
    “ I’ll leave with you guys, but I want to take my truck with me,” I told him.
    “ You’re gonna drive?” Damian asked me.
    “ Nah, I want you to drive my truck and I’ll ride with Reggie.”
    “ A’ight. Cool,” he said.
     
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    Chapter 4 – The Time Has Come
     
    I hopped in Reggie’s all black, tinted windowed Suburban while Damian followed us in my truck. Since I had been in his company we hadn’t had any time alone to talk about everything that happened earlier. I could tell that he was in deep thought from the moment we left his apartment. “What’s on your mind?” I wondered aloud.
    He continued to look forward as he maneuvered through the traffic. “I just want some answers when I have this sit down with everybody.”
    “ And what if you don’t get the answers you’re looking for?” I continued.
    “ Well, then somebody else is going to pay for what happened today,” he replied. As soon as he closed his mouth, I noticed how the veins around his temple started to flair. I figured the more he thought about the possibilities that no one was going to be able to pinpoint who robbed and killed Lucky, the more irrational he’d become. I guessed now would be the perfect time to talk some sense in him. I mean, I was the only person he’d listen to. Not even our father or mother could get through to him when he was about to blow his fucking top.
    “ Hey, Reggie, I know how badly you want to tear those grimy bastards to shreds, but setting shit off on random