“Damn. I’m sorry, Kid,” she said.
“What is there to be sorry about? It’s only chess, and I’ll get my rematch.”
“You will.”
Just then, Eshon’s cell phone rang. She didn’t know the number; her cell phone was new and only a handful of people had her number. She lo
oked at Kid and was hesitant to answer the call.
“Who is it?” The Kid asked.
“I don’t know. This number never called me before,” she responded uneasily.
“Just answer it,” he said.
She did, pressing the answer button and said tensely, “Hello?”
“Eshon, it’s me, Brandy. We need to talk,” she said loudly and quickly, like something was wrong.
“Brandy, why you calling me for a different number?”
“I was scared to call from mine. But listen, the feds came to see me.”
“What? Are you serious?” Eshon was shocked by the news.
“You think I would lie about this shit?”
Eshon was listening attentively. The mere mention of FBI and Brandy in the same sentence made her heart flutter with apprehension. But it was about to get worse.
“They’re lookin’ for you,” Brandy said.
Eshon was suddenly flooded with trepidation and fear. “What, lookin’ for me…why?”
“They wanna question you about Jessica.”
“Fuck!” Eshon cursed.
Jessica was dead, yet she was still a pain in her ass and a risk to Eshon’s life.
“They gave me their number for you to call.”
“Did you give ’em my number?”
“No, I’m not stupid, Eshon. But I think they might be following me and might have my phone tapped. I think that’s why they didn’t take me in.”
“What did you tell ’em, Brandy? And be very specific.”
“I told them that the night we last saw each other was at club Sane. I told them that we went to your cousin’s place in Brooklyn—Bed-Stuy, but that’s all I told ’em.”
Eshon had to sit down.
The Kid was close by, and he knew something was wrong. He was waiting for Eshon to end her call with Brandy. He had a bunch of questions to ask her. Eshon continued to ask questions. Did they know where she lived? And did they have a warrant out for her arrest?
The call ended with Eshon receiving Officer Spielberg’s cell phone number and subsequently falling into downright distress. She looked at Kid with an alarmed gaze and said, “The feds are lookin’ for me.”
“They’re what?” The Kid was stunned.
“Somehow we’ve been marked into their investigation.”