RIIS
"That's a load of bullshit," Cyke said. "Ain`t no way you can catch a soul. Anyway let me go dispose of his body," Cyke said as he pulled out a cell phone.
"Wait! I got this," Trigga said as he pulled off his jersey. "Hold this I don't wanna get blood on it. It's hard to get off."
"Go take the maintenance elevator," Cyke said as he tossed him a pair of keys. "It stops down at the basement and leads out to the back of this building. Dump him in the black Dumpster down there. In a week or so he should wash up in Jersey."
While Cyke was talking Trigga was bending down to pick up Dorian's body. He stood up and had him draped over his shoulder and walked out of the room. Cyke ran in front of him and held the door open for him as Trigga walked out of the apartment and went to the elevator. Cyke closed the door and pressed the speed dial on his cell phone.
"Brandy its me," Cyke said.
"Hi baby," she replied with her usual seductive catlike purr.
"He did it."
"Ok. So why are you calling me?"
"Something about it looks weird. Usually when you wanna kill a nigga you shoot him in the head. Trig shot the cop in the belly."
"Maybe he wanted the cop to die slowly," Brandy said.
"Maybe. Right now he's going downstairs to dispose of the body. When he was with you did you notice anything about him?"
"Well he's better with his tongue then you ever were," Brandy said. "I checked his pants when he cleaned up after we fucked. He didn't have a badge or nothing. I even checked his ID. It looked all legit."
"When he leaves I`m gonna call up Shaun and see if he can do some digging on the computers about Trig. Keep an eye on him for me Brandy."
"I'll do more then just keep an eye on him," Brandy said as she hung up. Cyke put the phone away and then walked to the door as he heard knocking. Trigga walked in and went to the bathroom to wash some blood off his hands and shoulders.
"Hey Trig. While you were gone Brandy called."
"She did?"
"Yeah. She wanted me to tell you to swing by the crib;" Cyke said as Trigga grabbed his shirt and gave him a pound. Trigga put his shirt back on and walked out as Cyke locked the door behind him.
It was very cloudy the next day as Cyke parked his car at the South Street Seaport. He walked briskly over to a ship that just docked and was met by a tall guy with a well-kept beard. The two shock hands as the Captain pulled out a clipboard.
"Well Cyke everything's in order. We almost ran into a coast guard cutter but we just found out they were running a drill."
"Good. Go unload this shit at the warehouses. I gots some trucks waiting for you," Cyke said as he grabbed the clipboard and went back to his car. He pulled out and five minutes later was gone. As he was driving the cell phone rang and he pressed the button on his hands free speaker system. Brandy's voice came in loud and clear over the car radio.
"Cyke he just left. He seemed to be in a hurry when he was leaving. Almost like he was running late. He also called me Cris last night when he came back from your crib."
"Cris?" Cyke said as he stopped at a red light. "Did you ask him about that?"
"No. I ignored it. Besides what we were doing took his mind off of that really fast. How did the delivery go?"
"The Captain said the shipment went perfectly. I want you to take Carmello and Bo and swing by China Town later. Make sure they understand whose in charge down there. Right now don't tell Trig about it. Imma go back and talk to X. Maybe he knows who this "Cris" is."
"I really hope Cris isn't Christopher," Brandy said. "It would be a waste of some good a man. Bye Cyke"
Cyke turned off the hands free system and switched lanes. A block later a cab cut him off and Cyke banged the horn. Ten minutes later Cyke parked in front of X`s building and jogged quickly as a middle aged woman held the door open for him. After an uneventful ride in the elevator Cyke started banging on the door of the apartment belonging to X.
"Hold up," X said as he started fumbling with the chain lock. He opened the door and Cyke walked in.
"What up Pana," X said as he finished tying the band around his sweat pants.
"Business," Cyke replied as X went into a back room. He woke up a pretty Latina and proceeded to quickly usher her out the door as she argued. He kicked her out and threw a pair of shoes out the door as he put in the deadbolt and grabbed a cup of coffee.
"Give me a second. I need to help clear my head and she makes a great coffee," he said as he took a drink.
"Your boy Trig passed the test."
"Cool," he said as he looked at Cyke with bloodshot eyes.
"Whose Cris?"
"Why?"
"Because Ms. Brandy wants to know, and we all know that when she wants something ain`t nobody happy till she gets it.
"Its Krystal and she is Trig`s on and off girl."
"Right now it looks more like off if he was with Brandy. What else can you tell me about Trig," Cyke said as X started talking,
Four blocks away a glass bottle filled with orange juice flew through the air. It narrowly missed its target and exploded into a million pieces as it hit the wall.
"Where the fuck was you last night Deshawn?" Krystal screamed as Trigga wiped some juice off his shirt. "I sure as hell know your punk ass wasn't here last night so where the fuck was you?"
Trigga grabbed a glass off the table before she had a chance to grab it. "I was busy. Business matters."
"Business. You had better be working for Donald Fucking Trump if you except me to buy that business bullshit."
"Look Ma," he said as he grabbed her and slowly pushed her hair back. He looked her straight in the eyes and said. "I`m sorry. I was over at Cyke`s. I`m in. He's doing big things and I wanna get in on this," he said as he softly kissed her.
"Don`t you be kissing me like that," she said softly. "You know what that does to me;" she said and kissed him back.
Over in China Town Brandy stepped into a small electronics store grabbed a copy of the new Dru Hill cd off the rack. She stepped to the counter and a teenaged girl rang up the CD.
"That's twelve bucks," she said.
"Can I see your father?" Brandy asked as the girl looked up.
"He's busy," she said a little nervously.
"Tell him its Brandy."
The girl called out to her father and he stepped out of a back room. He took a look at Brandy and then told his daughter to go to the back and finish inventory.
"She's very beautiful," Brandy said as soon as she was out of hearing range.
"Yes she is. Now what can I do for you?"
"I just wanna tell you that the items you ordered will be arriving here tomorrow."
"Thank you," he said.
"Now that you are going to have a huge advantage over your competitors I just want to remind you to remember who your friends our," Brandy said as she took the security seal off the CD and walked out.
"I hope you know what your doing Trig," Krystal said. "Don`t get into deep with this one. These guys are major league."
Just then the phone rang and Krystal reached over. She picked it up and the handed it over to Trigga.
"Its Trig. Who this," he said as Krystal went into another room and went to the phone. She made sure the phone was on mute and picked it up.
"Its Cyke. There's a release party for Ja Rule's new CD tonight. I was gonna go with somebody else but he just got locked up. Wanna come?"
"I hate Stuart Little," Trig said as he referred to a nickname that 50 Cent gave Ja Rule.
"I hate him too. We ain`t there to party. This business. Ja and Irv is helping to pay off a loan I provided. We go in get the paper, scoop up a couple of chicks and bounce."
"Aight I`m in."
"Cool. I'll pick you up at the crib at nine. The club we going to has a dress code so come in with some jeans and tims. We gotta show them bitches whose in charge.
"Aight. One," Trig said as he hung up. In the next room Krystal came out.
"I happen to like Ja Rule," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I don't and when we get a female President your opinion would matter more," he said with a big smile.
"Try not to fuck up tonight," she said as he started to change.
"Be careful. I gotta bounce, he said as he leaned in and kissed her.
"You gonna see X?"
"No. Brandy is expecting me."
"What does she have that I DON`T?" Krystal asked as she grabbed a hat.
"She likes to shallow," he said as he kissed her again and walked out.