Page 131 of Not My Type
“Yuh know seh a me and the dawg dem a set up eh thing dem fi drive out,” Gutta tells me.
“Eeeh so early?” It’s 6 AM.
“Yuh know seh a early wuk wi deh pon thou mi Gad. Member wi go di deh before Juaqína fawud enuh so eh thing can run off smooth,” Gutta has a point.
“Ah... so yuh chat to Juaqína yet?” I put my gun in my waist.
“Juaqína deh go desso by 11 o’ clock,” dat make sense cas the place a guh open by then.
“Ah... do eh crime mon and ring mi bird,” I say before I end the call and press on Zara’s contact.
How she take so long fi answer?
She picks up on the third ring. “Wah yah do?” my brows knit together.
“Nickoi mi conflicted because mi have school and you wah bring mi out. Wah mi fi do?”
I hiss my teeth. “Tell dem yuh cya come, simple,” I head to my garage.“Yuh catch flu, tell dem say yuh sick,” I instruct her to lie and she groans.
“Alright,” she says hesitantly. “What time you a come?”
Mi affi check Talia today cas mi nuh get fi go a har place yet. Mi nah go touch har though cause mi nuh do deh waste man thing deh but mi a go show har how evil mi can be. She a go get har punishment fi wah she do mi ooman.
“Bout 9 o’ clock,” I say, thinking about the time Juaqína will get to Constant Spring.
Mi know say the detectives a guh check up pon the time frame weh mi cut and mi nah go mek nutt’n add up so mi a go lef before dem even reach desso. Smart my G..
“Okay,” she says. “Wah mi suppose to wear?”
“Sup’m nice,” I say and she breathes. I scan my fingerprint and the garage door opens automatically.
“Thank you,” her tone sarcastic making me laugh. Mi cya even see her clothes dem, wah she wah mi fi say?
“Dress cute man, yuh will kno’ how fi deal wid yuh thing,” I smile. She laughs.
“Arite see you,” she hangs up.
I stare at the cars in my garage and hiss when I spot the scratch on my Benz. Affi go call a body man fi that. I look over at my other cars. I don’t feel like driving them. Not now. Hmm... wah bout the Mark X? A long time yuh nuh drive it. Fi real enuh.
The last time mi drive it a wen mi upload the picha pon the gram. And a last month that. I get in the car and pull out after connecting my phone to the stereo. I dial Phoebe. Yuh well busy today mon.
“Good morning Mr. Jacobs. I was going to call you,” she chirps.
“Yah... morning. Mi a fawud your way right now fi straighten out some things. I know I could just do this over the phone but like how mi a pass yuh now mi a go just link yuh and done.”
“Okay sir, I get you. No problem,” she agrees. Just as I expected.
“Yah,” I hang up.
I lightly press the break when I reach the traffic light and turn on the lane, heading to Talia’s direction in full speed. Since yuh nah answer man phone mi a go page yuh. My phone rings again and I sigh. Juaqína’s name pops up.
“Yah?” I answer.
“So I’m up right now. Mi get the ginger wig installed and mi buy a nice dress,” she starts.
“Ah..” I say pressing her to continue so I can get her off my phone.
“Yeah so mi get that and one a mi friends a come wid mi too so mi a go lef out 10:30... okay?” I guess she’s asking for my approval.
