I told him all that shit, he jumps up in my face again. Only this time he got his finger in my face. Now it’s all about how I better be glad I did that, because he’s some fuckin’ body and what a word from him would do to my business. Then the mutha fucka poked me in the chest. Nick!" Freeze started laughing.
So I laughed too. "What?"
"Nick, I reached for my four five."
"No you didn’t."
"Nick, I was about ta pull and blast, but the waitress said, ‘Freeze’, and I chilled. But I was about to drop his ass. You know I hate that shit, all up in my face and shit."
"At least you didn’t do it. Maybe you should take one of them sensitivity classes or something."
"Fuck you, Nick."
"Just tryin’ to help."
"So what’s up wit you? You find Jake yet?"
"No, not exactly."
"What’s that suppose to mean?"
"I mean Kirk found his body."
"So that’s it, right? You through wit that shit, right?"
"No, not exactly. Freeze, there’s a whole lotta other shit goin’ on with this."
"Like what?"
I leaned forward. "It’s all about this pipe dream Chilly had about synthetic crack."
"Pipe dream is right. Mutha fucka been talkin’ about that shit for years."
"Jake developed it, but everyone who smoked it, died."
"Chilly kill Jake?"
"I don’t know."
"What all that got to do with you bein’ through with that shit?"
"Cops found a guy we snatched with his throat slit. He might be the one who created it and gave it to Chilly’s stupid ass."
"Cops know you killed him?"
"We didn’t kill him. We just dropped him off on Pier 17. But that ain’t gonna matter now ’cause we all up in this."
"Yeah, I can see where it could all turn on you," Freeze said. "Maybe you should talk to Wanda about this."
"Maybe I should."
"So what are you gonna do?"
"I’m keepin’ a low profile today."
"Fuck that, Nick. Hang out with me."
"Where we goin’?"