there is more to her than meets the eyes,â the detective mumbled to herself.
She flowed with the traffic, making sure she made every light, to keep up with the two cars ahead of her. Something was up. She wasnât sure exactly what it was, but she didnât want to overplay her hand before she figured out what was going on. This girl doesnât have people following her for nothing. What type of shit is she into? Detective Rodriguezâs instincts told her that Malek and Halleigh were into something other than the petty drug game.
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âWhat the hell? Is this the same Charger that has been behind me since I left the harbor?â Halleigh tried to peer through the windows of the car, but the limousine tint didnât give any indication of who was inside. Her heart began to beat as her foot got heavier on the gas pedal. âMaybe Iâm just being paranoid,â she tried to convince herself.
To test her suspicions, she got off the highway and rode through the city streets, redundantly hitting for lefts. She hoped that the car behind her wouldnât follow suit, but her fears were confirmed when she made her first turn.
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Detective Rodriguez fell back as she noticed Halleigh begin to drive in circles. She knows she is being followed. âSheâs not as dumb as she looks,â the detective commented to herself.
She patiently waited at the corner to see how the situation would play out. Her stakeout had ended for the day, but she would start again first thing in the morning because now she wanted to know who else was on Halleighâs trail, and why?
After realizing she was being followed, Halleigh jumped back on the expressway and headed in the opposite direction of her home. No way was she going to lead someone back to the place where she rested her head. She sped up, pressing her car to the max, hoping to shake whoever was on her ass.
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âFall back, Toy! She knows youâre following her.â
Toy, her eagerness for revenge making her foot heavy on the gas, ignored Tasha.
âYou think sheâs going to lead you to Malek now that she knows weâre behind her? Halleighâs not dumb. Sheâs not going to put that boy in harmâs way. Sheâll die herself before she lets anything happen to him! Fall back. Iâm supposed to call her tomorrow. We can catch up with her then.â
Toy reluctantly slowed her car down. She was too close to let her temper blow her plans now.
Chapter Four
Scar and Fuller were set again to meet at the small restaurant in Bowie. On the way to the spot, as Fuller drove up, he began to feel guilt for playing on both sides of the law by being a cop and partner with a drug dealer. But Scar and Fuller had a relationship that went much deeper than what appeared on the surface. They were blood brothers. Derek Fuller thought back to how thier partnership came about.
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âMom!â Derek screamed, his small, angelic face turning flush red as he jumped up and down in sheer terror. His brother stood next to him and peed on himself as he watched too.
âI told you before, bitch. You donât play with my fuckinâ money!!â a strange man screamed as he dragged their mother by her hair.
The man was so big, and his skin was so black; to Derek he looked like a giant monster.
As the boys screamed, the man hoisted their mother in the air by her throat.
Derek felt vomit creep up his throat, and his bowels threatened to release from the fear he felt.
His mother clawed at the manâs hands in a futile attempt to loosen his grip so she could breathe.
âGet off my mommy!â Stephon screamed, the scar he was born with dragging the side of his mouth down, causing his words to slur.
Derek grabbed onto his little brotherâs shirt and pulled him back. He couldnât risk this monster harming his brother too.
âPlease donât hurt my babies,â their mother rasped,