“Was anybody hurt?”
“They shot one of the girls. She’s dead,” Jada said and started to cry again.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m a little shaken up. He took a shot at me too, but I’m fine.”
“Who’s with you?”
“Alex is with me.”
“Okay, you tell him to take you to Sandyport and stay with you until I get there.”
“Make sure you tell him that it was Harry’s men who do this thing,” Alex said in the background.
“Mike, Alex said to be sure that you know that it was somebody named Harry that is responsible for this,” Jada said.
“I understand. Go on now, and I’ll be there soon,” Black said and hung up the phone. He looked at Jamaica. “I want you to get as many men as you need and go around to all of Harry’s spots. You take all the money and then burn them down.”
“What?” Jamaica asked.
“I said burn the mutha fuckas to the ground!” Black yelled.
“What happened, Mike?” Bobby asked.
“Harry’s men set one of the buildings on fire at Paraíso. Killed one of the girls and took a shot at Ms. West.”
“Took a shot at Ms. West? He done fucked up now,” Bobby said.
“I’m on it,” Jamaica said and started to leave the office.
“Jay, when you’re done you find Harry and you call me. Don’t do anything to him, you just call me.”
“Understood,” Jamaica said and left the office.
“Bobby, you’re with me,” Black said and followed Jamaica out.
“Where else would I be?”
When Black arrived at Sandyport he knocked on the door and Alex let him in. “You sure it was Harry’s men that did this?”
“I killed them myself,” Alex said proudly.
“Good man. Where is Ms. West?”
“She in the bedroom.”
“You call Jamaica and go help him out,” Black said and Alex left.
While Bobby took a seat and Black went and knocked on the bedroom door. Jada opened the door dressed simply in a St. John Jacket with a matching pencil skirt and her favorite Jimmy Choo lizard-embossed pumps. She threw her arms around him and started to cry again. He sat her down on the bed. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine, but poor Francine. Why did they have to kill her? She was just on her way to get some rest when it happened.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Who is this man? This Harry Walker?” Jada asked.
“Somebody that I under estimated,” Black said. “A dead man.”