"I don’t care. You drivin’. Check!"
We hung out the rest of the day. It’s funny, me and Freeze are so different from who we were back then. But it still felt like I never left. Freeze dropped me off at my apartment, before goin’ back to the club. I tried to call Felicia, but I got voice mail. I left a message and then I called Jett. He had been trying to get information about our Uncle Felix. "I’m not gettin’ anywhere with this, Nick. At this point, I can’t even tell you if Felix is really his name. But I’m on it, I’ll get him."
"I know you will. You heard from Monika?"
"Not since this afternoon. She said she was goin’ to meet Chilly. What’s goin’ on with you?"
There was a knock at the door.
"Hold on, Jett. Someone’s at the door."
"Hope it’s some pussy!"
"Let’s hope." I thought about Felicia, but that wasn’t about to happen. But fantasy is a good thing.
"See if she got a friend." I heard Jett holler through the phone. I went to the door. And looked through the peek hole. The hallway was filled with cops. I went back to the phone.
"Jett, a whole group of cops are at the door."
"What do they want?"
"Whatever it is, it ain’t good." The knocking began again. "I’ll call you back."
The banging got louder as I walked back to the door.
"Police!"
I opened the door and was met by Kirk.
"Nick Simmons?" A uniformed officer said while Kirk smiled at me.
"What’s goin’ on, Kirk?"
"We have a warrant to search these premises." The officer said.
"You gotta be kiddin’ me." He handed me the warrant. I looked at it. Maybe I shoulda called Wanda. Thinking that I had nothing to hide, I let them in. Cops seemed to swarm all over the place. Kirk was still standing in the hallway by the door. Smiling.
"What’s goin’ on here, Kirk?"
"We found Lisa Ellison, Jake Rollins girlfriend, dead in her living room. Shot at close range with the same caliber weapon that Rollins was killed with."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Your fingerprints were found on —" Kirk broke out his notepad. "On a glass, the coffee table, the phone and the inside door knob."
"Am I under arrest?"
"No. And that’s only because I don’t think you’d be stupid enough to shoot her and leave prints everywhere."
"So what’s goin’ on here?"
"Well Nick, you searched Rollins apartment on more than one occasion, and your prints puts you at the Ellison murder scene. That makes you a suspect in both murders, as far as I can see. We’re just looking for what you found and aren’t telling us about, that’s all, Nick. After we’re finished here, you’re going to ride with me down to your office, where we’ll execute this warrant to search your office."
"This is fucked up, Kirk."
"Maybe. But just for laughs, why don’t you explain to me when you were there and what you talked to her about."
"I was there last Wednesday night about eight. I asked her a couple of questions about where I might find Jake. I had a glass of water. I used the phone and I left."