Page 157 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Exactly,” Kailey cosigned.
“Please. This doesn’t concern you, young lady, but I can surely make it concern you if you’d like.” He threatened Kailey. “Miss St. Thomas, I just have some questions for you. The quicker you answer, the quicker I can leave you alone. Now where were you the night of May fifth?”
I hesitated, not knowing what the fuck to say. If I said the club, he’d probably know Brenden was also at that club. If I lied, I’d have no type of receipts to back it up.
“She don’t answer questions without her lawyer present, unfortunately, Mr. Boot.” Shakur intercepted—no pun intended—thankfully.
“It’s Booth.” The detective exaggerated the last two letters.
“It’s whatever the fuck I said it was, nigga.”
“And why would you need a lawyer if you’re innocent in everything, Miss St. Thomas?” Booth directed his attention toward me, seeing Shakur was on one.
“Something my brother taught me.” I shrugged.
“Bashar. Right.” He nodded with a smirk. “Your other half brother.”
“Yep. Half hood nigga and half best criminal defense attorney in the state. You just have to choose in which manner he beats your ass.” I winked, making Kailey shriek in amusement and Shakur smirk.
I could tell the detective didn’t like my smart comment because he studied me, a subtle glare on his face as he did it.
Eventually, he reached into the breast pocket of his dress shirt and retrieved a business card before outreaching it to me.
“Why don’t you give that to him then.” He hiked his brows as Shakur snatched it for me, reading it.
“Fuck is he on?” Shakur inquired as soon as the detective was out of earshot.
“No idea,” I lied. “All I know is the mayor’s son is missing, and he told Low he wants to pin it on him,” I spoke half the truth.
Shakur shook his head, scoffing, so it was clear he accepted my answer. He handed me the card then the pay for helping his wife, which was two grand each, and then hugged Kailey and me goodbye.
“Bitch, that line about Bashar should be his slogan for his law office.” Kailey broke through my whirling thoughts as I read over Detective Booth’s card.
I let out a delayed chuckle, but thankfully, she didn’t notice as she rambled on about making Taye grab the big ass air fryer box from her car later.
All the while, I just hoped either Low or Bashar could make this Brenden Maddox shit disappear. For that to happen, though, I would, unfortunately, have to tell my brother what happened in Vegas.
SOMETIME LATER . . .
“Damn,I haven’t been patted down and stripped like that since I first started working for you.” Gaia walked in, tugging down her T-shirt and looking uncomfortable as fuck.
“You been out the game. Had to be sure you ain’t run off and link up with the opps,” I said, gesturing for her to take a seat at the table.
As soon as Gaia’s ass showed up, I had my niggas be sure she wasn’t wearing no kind of wire. I figured she wouldn’t be, but I couldn’t be too sure.
Detective Booth wanted me for big dog charges, and that included either murder or catching me in the midst of dealing copious amounts of hardcore drugs. Her being wired up to come speak with me was a waste of his fucking time. I’d dealt withsnitches and detectives with hard-ons like Booth for years, and they were more readable than a children’s book.
She didn’t have shit she could give him yet. I never stored drugs at this warehouse, only passed them through, but Gaia hadn’t been working for me for the past few weeks and therefore wasn’t privy to when and where they’d be in order to supply Booth with that information.
“Yeah, right. Plus, ain’t nobody getting money out here like you.” She smiled before dropping it and sighing. “I want to apologize for my behavior at the last two kickbacks of Free’s. I know me and you were never like that, and I also know better than to be disrespectful to Banks, not only because she’s your girl but because she’s Sif’s sister.”
I bobbed my head, uninterested in her fake ass apology. Like I said, Gaia’s moves were obvious, and this whole reformed crazy bitch act was simply so I could trust her ass again. I needed to trust her and feel like she was trustworthy in order for her to successfully throw a nigga to the wolves.
“You ready to do some real work?” I queried.
“Yes. Yes. I’ve been going stir crazy sitting up in the house with Boyce’s ass.” She smacked her lips, shaking her head at the thought of her nigga.
“Cool.” I scooted closer to the table, leaning in. “How I know you loyal for real? Not just to me, but to my girl?”
