Wrong Step (Urban Fiction): A Sinister Syndicate Thriller Read Online Free PDF

across the street, and into a subway terminal to get to Osei’s
     
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    As Osei buzzed her up, he had a piping tea cup waiting for her. Sheddi walked in, and dropped her gear on the cocktail table.
    “I’m sorry I don’t have any whiskey to take off your edge, but this dandelion tea should calm you.” He gave her the cup.
    She smelled the tea, and sighed.
    “I never really wanted you to help me any farther than letting me in last night.” She began to sip her tea to get any hotel coffee remnants out of her mouth.
    “You know us, Tina. We can’t leave you out there. You’re tough, but a group thinking is better than just you. We can discuss your next actions so you don’t get shot.”
    “In my profession, I avoid bullets every week, Osei. I know what I’m doing.”
    “You’re going up against an international drug cartel with highly trained soldiers, not street punks. We just hand out meals, not shoot. Marnu hasn’t even touched a gun. The Nigerian cartels hadn’t made it to Ghana before he left. We need to think in order to win this time, because if we lose, you die.”
    “Thanks for sugar coating my situation, Osei. I bet you tell your girlfriend she looks fat in those jeans.” Sheddi got sarcastic.
    “The reason you came to me is because I would tell you the truth. I don’t need a deluded dead friend.” Osei got serious.
    “Yes, but a scared lonely woman needs a boost every once in a while.”
    Osei picked up the phone, and gave it to her.
    “Marnu’s number is preset to three. Call him to ease your desperate loneliness.”
    She took a deep breath, and hit three. It rang four times, and Marnu picked up the phone.
    “Hi, Marnu, it’s Sheddi… sorry, Tina. I know it’s been over a year since we spoke, but my job made staying in touch kinda difficult. I know, I know, but now I need your assistance along with the other Shepards. No, it’s not a soup kitchen promotion. I need your aid with helping me stop some bad dudes. I know you do charity, but I think your help can assist you too. Well, these bad dudes disrupt you as well. The Dread Mambas. Yes, I know they’re scary. Ganja Pop shot my friend, and now he wants to shoot me. She’s still alive, barely. No, I’ve had no dealings with them until last night when they tried to recruit Moira, my roommate. She told them to screw themselves, and he shot her. So you think they’re bad, really. I’m sorry, Marnu, I’m on the run, and I’m freaky nervous. My defense is sarcasm, forgive me. You’ll call the rest? Thank you! I’m at Osei’s. No, I’m not going anywhere. Noon? I’ll be waiting. Thanks Marnu, bye bye.” Sheddi hung up.
    “How are you, really?” Osei asked.
    “Better now. I’m not dodging bullets from a megalomaniac, and Marnu is calling the rest so I don’t have to explain my troubles individually. Phase one is done.” Sheddi sipped her tea.
    “That’s what’s unique about you. Most people would lose it being hunted by bad drug dealers. You don’t lose it, you make a plan for victory. You know the odds of being killed with the soup kitchen warriors as support, so seriously. How are you feeling?” Osei was earnest.
    Sheddi looked directly at him.
    “I could never fake control with you. I’m scared as hell, Osei. Those are highly trained soldiers with high powered assault rifles. We can’t knock them out with soup ladles. I know the Shepards are a smart bunch, but multiple bullets don’t care about I. Q.”
    “Bullets are less than stupid, Tina. We can outsmart a bullet, and probably the shooters. They’re thugs, not MENSA candidates. We’re better than them in intelligence. If they were half as smart as Marnu, they wouldn’t sell this poison to the underprivileged. The Shepards don’t knock heads on a daily basis, but