Commit To Violence

"Yes, ma’am, I understand."

Seline patted her mother on the shoulder to comfort her. "Mama, you just foolin’ yourself. Whether you wanna admit it or not, Drew wasn’t the good little boy you thought he was. Not no more, mama; hadn’t been for a long time. You just didn’t wanna see it."

"Don’t matter. They didn’t have to kill my baby."

"Like I said, I’m sorry, but I was hoping that you could help me find his killers," Kirk said and both women looked at each other. There was something about helping the police that made both of them apprehensive and just a little scared.

Kirk took pictures of all of the victims out of his jacket pocket. He slid them across the table. "Can I get you ladies to look at these pictures and tell me if you recognize any of them?"

Once again, the women looked at each other for awhile before Seline picked up the pictures. She spread them out in front of her and they both looked at them. Mrs. Evans sat back and looked away.

"These two," Seline said and pointed at two of the pictures. "They been here to pick him up a few times."

"You wouldn’t

happen to know what their names are?" "No. I didn’t want to know nothing about what he was doing," she said and shed a tear.

"Did you ever hear your brother or these other two mention somebody named PR?"

"He said PR was gonna put him on top."

"Nothing else? Who he is; where we can find him?"

"Nope. Just that they was makin’ stupid money at their spot."

"I can’t listen to this," Mrs. Evans jumped up and said. She went very quickly back to her room and slammed the door.

"She in denial for real about Drew. Since his daddy left she been doing the best she can, but with her being gone all night workin’ for years, she didn’t know what he turned into."

Kirk got up from the table. He gave Seline a card. "If you have anything else, or need anything, please let me know." Kirk and Richards left the apartment and went back to looking for PR.

Then they got a call about another possible robbery/execution. "That’s all we need," Richards said. "Another case we got no leads on."

"It’s strange that not even the usual more talkative people have the slightest idea what we’re talking about. Maybe our assumption that our mystery player is Puerto Rican or even Hispanic, is wrong."

"But it was at least worth a shot. I mean it was so obvious," Richards said.

"And maybe that was by design. Whoever it is wants to keep their name off the street."

"A baller who doesn’t want street cred?"

"If that’s true, where does that leave us, Pat?"

"Walking through this thing blind as bats."

"As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right. So let’s look at what we got."

"Okay. We got bodies. All tied up, all shot in the head—executed. Those are the hard facts. Beyond that, what we got is that we assume they were executed during a drug robbery. We got a crack head who gave us the name PR. That was confirmed by the Evans girl. But so far, finding him hasn’t turned out to be shit."

"You’re right. Other than the bodies, all we got are a bunch of assumptions," Kirk said.

"So what we got is zip," Richards added.

When they got to the apartment they found detectives Goodson and Harris standing in the hallway. "Not these two assholes," Kirk said to Richards.

"Hey, what was that you told Black; they’re good cops."

"I was lying. Bobby was right, they couldn’t find pussy in a ho house."