“So I heard … and saw. You gonna kick my ass until I tell you too, baby boy?”
I laughed. “Do I have to?”
“Shit no, baby boy. You know you can have anything you want from me.”
“So you know where I can find Lisa Benson?”
Babygirl shrugged her shoulders. “You try her apartment?”
“We been there twice,” Bobby said.
“You do know she moved, right?” Babygirl asked.
“No, I did not know that,” I said.
Now that we were at the right place, I knocked on the door and we waited to see if somebody was going to an
swer.
“Somebody’s in there. I hear noises,” Bobby said.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Bobby,” he said and stuck his face in front of the peek hole. “Mike is with me and we need to talk to you about something important.”
It took a few seconds before she said, “Just a minute. I gotta put something on, okay?”
“No, you don’t,” Bobby said, and we waited.
It couldn’t have been much more than a minute before Lisa cracked opened the door wearing a white silk robe with a geisha on it that tied in the front with a sash.
“What you want, Bobby?” she asked, standing in front of the door.
“Can we come in?” Bobby asked politely, which was rare for him. Push you out the way, that was more Bobby’s style.
“What you want?”
“I told you,” and that was when Bobby pushed her out of his way. “We need to talk to you,” he said and walked in.
I followed him into the apartment slowly, looking around.
“Hello, Lisa.”
“Hey, Mike,” Lisa said and sat down on the couch with Bobby right on her.
I picked a spot by the door where I could see the entire room and stood with my back against the wall.
“What you need to talk about?” Lisa asked defiantly.
“About Whitey,” Bobby said standing over her.
“What about him?”
“He’s dead.”
“What you say?”
“I said, he’s dead.” Bobby repeated.