to life than the rich one, Roy. Sure, there’s a lot of crime here, but most people who live in this area obey the law, work really hard, pay their taxes, and try to raise their families in peace.”
“I know, you’re right,” he said sheepishly.
“But keep a sharp lookout because it only takes one bullet to ruin a perfectly good day.”
“You could’ve stopped with raising families in peace.”
As they headed to the building on foot they passed men and women huddled in tight pockets on low brick walls, sitting on dilapidated playground furniture, or else standing inside darkened crannies of the building’s overhang. All these folks stared at the pair as they made their way to the entrance. Mace kept a brisk pace, though her gaze scanned out by grids, probing gingerly into the shadowy edges before pulling back. As Roy watched her it was like she was using antennae to sense potential threats.
“Okay, are we in imminent danger of dying?” he asked.
“You get that just by waking up every day.”
“Thanks for being optimistic.”
“Reefer, crack, H, Cheerios, meth, Oxy,” recited Mace as they marched along.
“I can smell the pot, but the other stuff?”
Mace pointed to the ground where there were remnants of plastic baggies, elastic straps, snort straws, bits of paper, crushed prescription pill bottles, and even broken syringes. “It’s all right there if you know what you’re looking for. Which apartment does Alisha live in?”
“File said 320.”
They walked inside and the smell of pot, urine, raw garbage, and feces hit them like a wrecking ball. In a low voice Mace said, “Don’t even wrinkle your nose, Roy, we got eyes all around the clock face. No disrespect. Can’t afford it.”
They marched on while Roy’s gut churned and his nose twitched.
“Elevator or stairs?” he said.
“I doubt the elevator works. And I don’t like being locked in little places where I don’t know who’ll be waiting for me when the doors open.”
“Taking the stairs will probably be dicey too.”
“No probably about it. It will be dicey.”
She opened the door to the stairs, pushing it all the way against the wall in case someone was lurking there. Her gaze moved up, to the next landing.
“Clear, let’s hit it.”
“What if somebody stops us?”
“Getting jumpy on me?”
“Actually it’s been a real struggle keeping my underwear clean since we left the car.”
“I know you’re the lawyer, but if someone stops us let me do the talking.”
“I have no problem with that.”
“One thing, though, can you fight?”
“With words or fists?”
“Look around, this is not the Supreme Court.”
“Yeah, I can. My Marine brother used to kick my ass on a regular basis until I grew six inches in one summer and started holding my own. Then he taught me the tricks of the trade.”
“Marines are good at that. Might come in handy. Last time I was here I was wearing my badge and I barely got out alive.”
“Thanks for telling me,” muttered Roy.
They reached the third floor and found their way blocked by two enormous men in prison shuffle jeans with the waistbands down to the bottom of their butt cheeks and sporting short-sleeved shirts showing muscular arms so tattooed there was no bare skin left. When they tried to walk around them, the men moved with them, forming a wall that stretched right across the narrow hall. Mace took a step back, her hand sliding to her pocket even as she smiled.
“We’re looking for Alisha Rogers. Do you know her?”
The men simply stared back without answering. One bumped shoulders with Roy, knocking him back against the wall.
Mace said, “Alisha knows we’re coming. We’re here to help her.”
“She ain’t need no help,” said one of the men. He was bald with a neck so thick it seemed like a continuation of his bull-like trap muscles. From down the hall there came the sounds of screaming, the slamming of a door, and then what sounded like shots. An instant later, music started blaring from multiple sources and the screams and shots could no longer be heard.
“So you do know her?” Mace continued in a pleasant tone.
“What if I do?”
“There could be some money in it for her too.”
“How much money?”
“Depends on how well our meeting goes. And no, we didn’t bring the cash with us,” added Mace as she spotted one of the guys’ hands flit behind his back.
“Who you from?” asked Baldy.
“Social!” said a loud voice. They all turned to see a woman nearly as wide as she was tall marching up to them. She was dressed