all we got from him so far. He didn’t even have a driver’s license on him.”
Ronnie peered around Boyd. He took a few steps toward me. “Wait a minute. I know him.”
“You do? See—”
Ronnie had left Boyd standing there in midsentence and was almost to where I was. I stood up.
“Ronnie, you better get these fuckin’ handcuffs off me and let me call my lawyer and my wife.” We stood damn near nose-to-nose.
“Chill out, and follow my lead,” he gritted as he fumbled for his key to take the cuffs off my wrists.
“Your muthafuckin’ family is gonna pay for this,” I gritted right back.
“Shut the fuck up, and use the phone while you got the chance. I’ma stall him.” He spoke through clenched teeth.
“Do you realize—”
“Boyd! Let me talk to you.” He cut me off and went back over to Boyd.
He left me standing there, and I snatched up my phone and called Jaz, who answered on the first ring. “Baby, talk to me. What’s going on? Snell just called me,” she rattled off.
“Call Steve. Tell him they got me at Club Mix off of Candler Road. There are bodies, including my son, Lil’ Faheem.”
“Lil’ Faheem? Is he okay? What do you mean, bodies? Baby, talk to me. What happened?”
“He’s gone, Jaz. I hardly knew him. I’ma kill that bitch!” I tried to remain calm but I couldn’t. “That bitch! I swear on every—” I couldn’t get the rest of the words out before Jaz cut me off.
“Faheem, baby, listen to me. Don’t do anything until I get there. Do you hear me?”
“Jaz, this shit is all her fault. My son is gone.” I cried into the phone. “Faheem, baby, I’m on my way. Please don’t do anything until I get there. Please. I’ll call Steve right now.”
I ended the call, noticing the commotion. Boyd was signaling to a couple of the other officers who were on the scene.
Ronnie rushed over to the farthest body, which was Steele’s people. He lifted the sheet, took a peek, and covered it back up. He then went over to Lil’ Faheem. He bent down, lifted the sheet back, and I swear his rich brown complexion looked like it turned blue-black. He stood up and stumbled backward.
Ronnie went over to Wali’s body and lifted the sheet. “No! No! No! No!” he kept saying. Then he took out his phone and made a call. He looked at his uncle again, looked over at me, and came charging. Two of the officers tackled him down.
“I’ma kill you, muthafucka! I’ma kill you!” he yelled at me.
I managed to laugh. It wasn’t your typical laugh. It was sinister mixed with sarcasm. “Surprise muthafucka! You see what his ho ass did to my son? You’re all dead! You’re all dead!” I yelled.
“I’ma kill you!” He kept yelling as they dragged him outside.
The white officer named Weber and the officer who came in with Ronnie, whose name was Johnson, came over to where I was. Johnson asked, “You want to tell us what that was all about?”
“Not without my attorney present. Once he gets here, you can ask all the questions you want.”
“Oh, you’re gonna answer some questions right now,” Johnson said as he cocked his head to the right and then to the left, stretching his neck.
The way I was feeling, I wanted this muthafucka to jump. As Johnson and Weber turned to walk away, Ronnie, Boyd, and the other officers came back inside. They all migrated over to a corner, giving me the screwface and talked amongst themselves.
They all appeared to be trying to console Ronnie. I turned my attention to the three people wearing coroner’s jackets. They were snapping pictures, using a tape measure, and taking down notes. One female was talking into a recorder. I noticed that a few walkie-talkies were crackling, the front door opened, and another cop motioned for Boyd. They all rushed to the door. I heard a female’s voice, some arguing, and then Oni came rushing in.
I don’t know what came over me. I was up and over to her in seconds, yoked her up with both hands, and shoved her into a corner. “Bitch, I hope you don’t think for a minute that I’ma let you live.”
“Get off me! That is my son, too.” She was crying and trying to remove my hands from around her collar. “No, not my son!” she screamed.
“And it’s your fault that he’s gone. All because of you and your bullshit along with your punk-ass brothers.”