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     Nikki. Nikki had received a call from Mance just a few minutes ago so she went along with the lie about one of Lamar’s friends
     having a car accident. Nikki and Desiree got along fine since the two had been out on double dates a few times with Mance
     and Lamar. Nikki at times felt sorry for Desiree about her not knowing about Lamar’s secret life. It just goes to show, don’t
     believe everything you see.
    “Turn some music on or something on up in here, girl,” Nikki said. “And I know Lamar got something to drink.”
    “You handle the entertainment and I’ll get us something to sip on,” Desiree said. She figured she could hook something up
     with the Rémy Red Strawberry Kiwi Infusion that she had seen in the refrigerator. When she later took the two mixed drinks
     back into the den she found Nikki with the remote in her hand. They both sipped lightly at their drinks as the retractable
     motorized screen unrolled. Nikki loved to watch movies and she knew Lamar kept something worth watching in his movie section.
     When she pressed the PLAY button the screen filled with a graphic scene of Desiree riding Lamar. Desiree’s mixed drink nearly
     came out of her nose as she choked up.
    Tink, as usual, was walking with his head down. He was staying to his word and calling it a wrap after selling all his work.
     His girl was right, selling dope wasn’tthe positive move. Sure it paid the bills, but the risks weren’t worth it. Yeah, Young Jeezy rapped about selling the snow,
     but that’s all he did. Tink would rather say “Welcome to Burger King” than bend over for a jackleg corrections officer to
     conduct a body cavity search. Just as he strolled under a busted streetlight he heard a car creeping up behind him. He shot
     a quick glance over his shoulder, expecting it to be the D’s. The sight registered quickly. A black car with its lights out
     and someone leaning out the window holding a pump. He bolted toward the grassy vacant lot to his right.
    “Shoot ’im! Shoot ’im! Shoot ’im!” Lamar shouted at Mance. Mance licked his dry lips, aimed, then eased back on the trigger.
     BOOM! The loud report from the pump rang in Mance’s ear as he watched his target stumble in the knee-high grass about twenty-five
     yards away. Mance aimed once more, then fired. BOOM! The target went down.
    “GET THE SHELLS! GET THE SHELLS!” Lamar shouted.
    “Huh?” Mance said, sliding back into his seat. Lamar shouted again for Mance to get the two shells that he had ejected from
     the pump. Luckily, he found them near the right rear tire. The second Mance was back inside, Lamar sped away with the lights
     off.
    Tanisha just happened to be running up the block to catch Tink because he had left his cell phone by mistake. If it had been
     any other hustler she would havesold it the first chance she had. But Tink was cool. She was about a hundred yards away and seconds from yelling out Tink’s
     name just as the black BMW rounded the corner. She saw it. She saw Tink take off running through the field and saw the muzzle
     flash twice from the loud pump. She didn’t yell or scream. She just picked up her pace as the BMW sped off. Out of nowhere
     someone ran into her, knocking her flat on her ass. She was able to see Bizzy’s face as he hauled ass in the opposite direction.
     It was obvious that he had done something wrong. Dismissing Bizzy, Tanisha rose to her feet and prayed that Tink was okay.
    Moments later Polo was pulling into Washington Terrace Projects bumping Boyz n da Hood’s “Dem Boyz.” Just as he pulled into
     a parking spot Trina came flying from her apartment. She was hysterical when she ran into Polo’s arms.
    “MY BABY DEAD! MY BABY DEAD!” she sobbed.
    Polo didn’t know what the fuck was up. At first he thought she meant her son.
    “Noooooo… Tink!”
    Polo calmed her down and tried his best to get some sensible info from her. Once he did, he led her to the passenger seat,
     then ran back