"She wants to deal," Richards said. "I think we should just go ahead and book her for murder.
"What is you sayin’? This shit is crazy. I’m tellin’ you I didn’t kill nobody."
Kirk shrugged his shoulders and started to leave the room. Richards got up and followed him to the door. "Wait a minute, wait a minute, damn. I’ll tell you what I know."
Kirk came back to the table and sat down. "I’m listening."
"I was there in the apartment when the shit went down, but I’m tellin’ you, it wasn’t me that did the shootin’."
"What happened?"
"I was there to get a hit and they let me use the bathroom to smoke. So I’m in there smokin’ when all of a sudden I hear the shootin’."
"What did you do?"
"I dove in the bathtub and stayed there for a while after the shooting stopped. When I came out everybody was dead."
"What did you do then?"
"I searched the place."
"What’d you find?" Richards asked.
"I found the rock you caught me with, and I got out of there."
"You know who supplied these guys?"
"Nope. All I can tell you is that it’s a woman."
"A woman?" Richards questioned.
"I don’t know who she is, but they was always talkin’ about her."
"Well tell me this one more thing, and I’ll see what I can do on the solicitation and possession charges."
"What else y’all wanna know?"
"Who would you buy from now that your friends here are dead?"
"Rockwell."
"Who?"
"KK Rockwell. I can tell you where to find him."
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
After drinking at Cynt’s with Bobby, the phone ringing was the last thing Nick wanted to hear. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the phone. "What!"
"Damn, nigga, why you gotta answer the phone like that?" Rain said.
"What do you want, Rain?"
"What the fuck’s wrong with you?"
"Nothing. What do you want, Rain?"
"We got shit that needs doin’."