Streets of New York. Mark Anthony

I thought aloud. I knew that I had slipped up because I didn’t have my gun on me. It was stashed deep in Candy’s linen closet along with the loot from the robbery.

      “You heard from Promise?” Show asked.

      There was a brief moment of silence before Candy spoke. “Squeeze, you gonna come in my crib and not even speak? And I ain’t seen you in I don’t know how long?” Candy said in what sounded like her attempt to play things cool.

      “My bad. Let me give you a hug,” Squeeze replied before adding, “I’m just kinda heated right now so you gotta forgive me.”

      “What’s going on?” Candy asked.

      “A whole lotta drama wit’ Promise, is all. You seen him or heard from him?”

      “Nah, actually, Show I haven’t heard from him since that day I called you looking for him.”

      “You sure, Candy?” Show asked.

      “Yeah, I’m sure...”

      There was some more silence.

      “So what’s up? You was just chillin’ for the day?” Squeeze asked.

      “Yup. Gotta get ready for work tomorrow.”

      There was more silence as my heart raced.

      “Candy was you by yourself all day today?” Show asked.

      “Yeah, why?”

      “I was just wondering why there was two drink glasses on your coffee table.”

      What da’ fuck? He think he got damn detective? I cursed inside my head.

      “Oh, that’s from yesterday,” Candy lied, a horrible lie at that.

      There was some more silence. All of a sudden, I heard Candy scream and didn’t know what was going on.

      “Candy! Don’t lie to us!” Squeeze barked. Candy said nothing.

      “I’ll choke the shit outta you, you lie to me!” Squeeze barked again.

      I was ready to burst out the bathroom and get the showdown started but I nervously held my position.

      “I’m not lying!” Candy said, followed by some coughing and gasping for air. She had probably just been freed from the grips of Squeeze’s hand around her neck.

      “So if the drinks are from last night, why are there still ice cubes in them?”

      “I don’t know!” Candy screamed.

      “Squeeze, didn’t that nigga, Promise, have on a gray Sean John outfit at the club the other night?”

      “Yeah,” Squeeze responded.

      My mind was racing because I knew they were definitely on to me.

      “Candy, whose Sean John jacket is that?” Show asked.

      “Look! Y’all gotta go! Y’all can’t be coming up in my crib like this!”

      “Show, I’m a check the apartment for that nigga. I bet you his ass is up in here.”

      “You are not gonna just be walking through my apartment!” Candy yelled.

      “Candy! Just chill and let us check the apartment!” Show screamed.

      “No! Fuck that! I’m calling the cops!” Candy yelled back.

      “You pick up that phone and I’ll kill you!” Show said real quiet like.

      I was extremely heated and at the same time I was prepping myself for someone to come inside the bathroom so I could snuff ‘em. From the sounds of things, Squeeze was already rummaging through the one bedroom apartment.