“Right.”
We left Cuisine and I headed in the direction of JR’s. “Tell me about your dog. What he go down for?”
“His name is Jarreau, but everybody calls him Jay Easy. He got cracked over some stupid shit. Me and him just got through takin’ care of a problem, you understand. When we split up, I gave him the guns ’cause they was both hot, and told him to get rid of them. But before he got to do it, decides he needs to stop and get some cigarettes. When he leaves the store, he gets pulled over. Cops search the car, find the guns. Guns got bodies on them. Jay Easy goes down for murder.”
“Over a pack of cigarettes?”
“Over a pack of cigarettes. You know that nigga quit smokin’ after that.” Rain laughed. “But the nigga stood tall; never said a word about me being with him.”
“That’s how you got around to using me.”
“Shit, I think we make a good team.”
I hated to admit it, but she was right, so I told her. “Yeah, we do.”
“In more ways than one,” Rain said and pushed her lips out at me.
“I been there for you; I been your road dog. Time for you to return the favor.”
“What you want me to do?” Rain asked eagerly.
I explained to Rain what was going on and how I wanted the night to go. She moaned when I told her what I wanted her to do.
On the way there we stopped on Fordham Road. I told Rain that we needed to buy a black scarf, some big dark sunglasses, some leather gloves, and a big purse. “Why?”
“’Cause I don’t need them knowing who you are. None of this needs to link you to me. A black scarf ’cause it will go with that sexy dress. We need the purse to carry the hardware.”
Rain smiled. “You wearing a mask?”
“No, I want them to know who I am.”
We arrived at the Watson house and waited for the lady of the house to get there. It was a big five-bedroom house in a nice neighborhood.
I parked the car down the street, but close enough to see the house. “Come on. Bring the purse,” I said and got out.
I went around to the trunk and opened it. Then I took the panel out of the back. I handed a gun to Rain. “Bersa Thunder.380 compact pistol, semi-automatic; single or double action, 3.5 inch barrel, seven-round capacity. Start with that.”
“Sweet,” Rain said and put one in the chamber. I put the rest of we’d need in the purse and closed the panel. I handed the purse to Rain. “That’s not too heavy is it?”
“No,” Rain said and flexed her muscle.
We got back in the car and watched the house. While we waited, Rain found creative ways to pass the time. I looked at the clock.
“She should be here soon.”
“What’s she drivin’?”
“Silver C class Benz. Two-thirty I believe.”
“Coming down the street right now.”
We watched Watson’s wife go inside the house.
“Give her some time to get settled,” I told Rain and she began tying the scarf around her head. When nothing but her round face was showing, Rain put on the sunglasses.
“How do I look?”
“Famous. Can you see?”