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just two nights ago only this time he was parked in a different spot. He and Baby G were about two houses down from Winchester’s spot. They had been sitting for about an hour waiting for the chubby man to enter or exit the house. And if the fat fucker was entering the home they were going to catch him and end his life before he got inside the dilapidated house.
    “Man, where this nigga at? We can’t sit out here all night in this hot ass car waiting for this nigga to show. We might have to come at him another time,” Baby G told Anthony.
    Even though Anthony wanted to handle his business he knew Baby G was right. G had been on many capers, from robberies to the continued help of keeping funeral homes in business. He was prepared to sit all night if need be, but reality was he knew they couldn’t sit on the block all night. A neighbor noticing the car could call the police to report a suspicious vehicle. Even though with the rise of the crack game and the violence that came with it, some of the residents weren’t afraid to call the police when they saw or suspected something and usually it was the elderly who had been witnesses of the deterioration of their neighborhood.
    Dejected at the fact that they weren’t going to catch up with the man who caused Smiley’s death, Ant hit the dashboard and barked, “Fuck! You right nigga. Lets get the fuck outta here.”
    Baby G was about to start the engine when Ant grabbed his hand.
    Baby G asked, “What’s up?”
    Ant nodded toward the house they’d been watching and Baby G saw the man walking up the walkway to the home.
    Baby G said, “That ain’t Winchester. I’d know his old fat ass anywhere.”
    Winchester wasn’t that old. In fact he was only twenty-eight but to eighteen year olds to even live that long was a lifetime.
    “I know it ain’t that muthafucka, but he might be going somewhere. Let’s wait it out a bit.”
    Baby G raised his shirt, adjusted his weapon and covered it again. It was as if he needed reassurance that it was there. He leaned back and kept watch and so did Anthony only he was leaned forward and more attentive. He was ready to kill Winchester.
    A vision that he’d had the past couple of days.
    A vision that he intended on turning into reality.
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    “Muthafucka what?” Winchester barked at the hype. “You ain’t trying to get a free cop, are you?”
    “Nah, Winchester you know it ain’t even like that.”  The drug addict said as he fidgeted with his hands. “I just saw these cats sitting in a Nine-Eight and thought they were the police. So I thought you should know.”
    Winchester looked at the man for a moment as he took in what the hype had told him. He figured that Anthony or Tavarious would be coming for him but didn’t think that they’d make a move on his turf—he was dead wrong.
    “Police don’t roll in Nine-Eights!” He pushed the crack head out of anger. “What they look like?”
    “I dunno,” the dusty looking man shrugged his shoulders.
    “They look young or older? You seen ’em!” he barked as he reached into a baggie and took out two dime rocks and handed them to the man who hungrily took them into his dirty palm. He put one in his pocket and held the other in his hand. Obviously he didn’t want his dope fiend friend to know he’d received two rocks for the information.
    “Younger.”
    “Where they at?”
    “Down the block in front of Mrs. Morgan’s house.”
    Knowing the Morgan’s only lived two houses down and across the street and that only young gangsters and old folks drove big ass Nine-Eights, it gave him a pretty good idea that Smiley’s people had come for him.
    Winchester came up with an idea. None of his boys were with him at the moment and the ones he had working the corner had gotten picked up a few hours earlier by Detroit’s police gang unit who were out doing drug sweeps. He gave the geeker a burnt out cell phone and a bag of rocks. The hype smiled and so did