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“He told me you was gettin’ your dick sucked by some broad in a blonde wig.”
    Darius dropped his hands, cocked his head and looked at his slim, charcoal-colored partner through squinted eyes.
“What?”
    Tyrone removed his hat and rubbed his low-cut afro. “Man, he said they got you doin’ baby, pullin’ your gun on her and slammin’ her on the floor.” He replaced his cap on his head as he looked Darius in the eyes. “Accordin’ to the time stamp on the video, it happened during the time
we
were supposed to be on patrol.”
    Darius shifted his bottom jaw from side to side, grinding his teeth as he analyzed the information he’d just received.
How the fuck did she tape us without me knowin’?
“Well, that ain’t as bad asI thought…a lot of that sounds like circumstantial evidence to me.”
    Tyrone leaned back on the patrol car, exhaled loudly. “That’s not all; they also got you on tape admittin’ you extorted her out of money she was gonna use for a drug transaction. Since the ho put
my
name in it, I’m sure they are gonna investigate me, too.” He turned and glared over the roof of the car at Darius. “I
told
you that bitch Trenda was scandalous when you
first
started fuckin’ with her.”
    Darius scowled at him. “Quit panickin’, scary-ass!”
    The sound of a car skidding to avoid an accident overhead briefly silenced them. “Quit panickin’? How the hell you gonna explain the goddamn video?”
    Darius walked a few steps away, while drumming the fingers of his right hand on his thigh. He froze. “Role play.”
    Tyrone gave him a perplexed look. “Role play? What the hell you talkin’ about?”
    A thin smile crossed his lips. “Lots of people practice sexual role play. I can claim that’s what we were doin’.”
    Tyrone stared off into the night as he contemplated his partner’s words. “Okay, so how are you gonna explain being on tape when
we
were supposed to be on patrol?”
    Darius broadened his smile. “Who’s to say her camera timestamp wasn’t wrong? People do make mistakes, cameras do malfunction.”
    The patrol car radio called out their unit number. Tyrone shook his head as he opened the driver side door and got into the car. “That sounds all good, but we still have a problem.”
    â€œWhat the hell are you talkin’ about now?” Darius asked as he entered the car.
    After responding to a request from the dispatcher to check out a domestic violence call, Tyrone started the engine. “They alsowant to bring Trenda in for questioning, see if she wants to press charges.”
    Darius adjusted his hat as they pulled off. “In that case, we’ll have to get to her before they do.”

Nine
    T renda met Box in the café car to watch his collection of the Dave Chappelle Show DVD’s. “He is a damn
fool
!” she said with a laugh as she and Box watched Dave Chappelle perform a skit with Ashy Larry.
    Box wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. “He sure the hell is!” The feel of Trenda’s thigh touching his in the booth they shared had more of his attention than the comedy playing on his laptop. He looked out the window and saw a large, brown, full moon keeping pace with the speeding train. “I order every season that comes out on DVD.”
    After the skit ended, Trenda lifted her arms over her head, yawned and stretched. She looked around the car and saw they were two of the only five people still in the café car. “What time you got?”
    Box checked his watch. “I have five after eleven.” He smiled into her hypnotic eyes. “I hope it’s not past your curfew.”
    She looked at him out the corner of her eye with a devilish grin as she let her hand fall on his surprisingly firm thigh. She then slowly removed it.
Hmmmm, he’s a lot more solid than he