Commit To Violence

"Hey, hey, slow down. You at least got a car or something?"

"Yeah, come on," Richards said and grabbed her hand.

"It’s gonna cost you," Erika said as he practically dragged her along.

"How much?"

"Head is fifty. It’s a hundred for the whole show."

"That much, huh?"

"You gotta pay for what you want. And I can tell you want this pussy real bad," she said when he got in the car.

"Yeah, and you’re under arrest," Richards said and showed her his badge.

"Damn," Erika said and tried to get out of the car.

"Took you long enough." Kirk got in the back seat and grabbed her. "Where you goin’, honey?"

"This is fucked up. This is fuckin’ entrapment, that’s what this is, entrapment."

"Whatever you say," Richards said as he put the cuffs on her.

When they got to the station and had a female officer search her, they found that she was carrying a small quantity of rock cocaine. After being processed, Erika was taken to an interrogation room where she was left alone for over an hour.

Finally, Kirk and Richards came into the room. They both sat down and began to read Erika’s arrest record to her.

Erika sat quietly and listened. "Okay, so what y’all really want?"

"What do you mean?" Richards asked.

"Like you been tellin’ me, this ain’t my first time at this. I’m in here ’cause y’all want something."

"Okay," Kirk said and stood up. He handed Richards an envelope and Richards laid the pictures out in front of Erika. The look in her eyes told them that she recognized the men in the pictures. "Those three men were murdered last night. Your fingerprints were found at the scene."

"What?" Erika looked at the two detectives. "You think I did that shit?"

"Didn’t you?" Richards asked. "Like you said, we don’t have you sittin’ in here for just some solicitation beef. You killed those men and stole their coke, didn’t you?"

"Oh hell no! I didn’t do that shit. I swear ’for God, I didn’t kill nobody."

Richards looked at Kirk and laughed. "When was the last time we heard that one?"

"Last time we questioned a murder suspect."

"I didn’t kill nobody!" Erika yelled.

"Then how did your prints get there?"

"Okay, okay, look, I was there, but I didn’t kill them niggas."

Richards slid a notepad in front of Erika. "Just go ahead and write down how you killed them and it will go a lot easier for you."

"Oh hell no," Erika said and pushed the pad back at Richards. "I ain’t writing shit ’cause I ain’t kill them niggas."

Kirk got in her face. "Then tell us who did."

"If I tell you what I know, what I get outta it?"