Chapter 10

The cops asked question after question; first with the three of us as a group, then individually.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair as one of the cops interrogated me in the kitchen.

"Can you just go through what happened, once again?"

I nodded as we both spoke in hushed tones, "I came here to pack some more stuff, rolled up the carpet and found the trapdoor. Then we opened it, found the shoebox with the key and the other box with the coke. And we called you straight after." I leant up against the kitchen bench and my hands rested on the edge of the granite top.

The cop that stood in front of me wrote something down on a small writing pad he had previously pulled out of his pocket. His hat was secured under his armpit and he stood with both legs apart to support him. He had medium length, black hair that was tied into a ponytail. His shirt was tucked in neatly, and his pants pressed into a perfect crease. The tag that was pinned onto his shirt was gold with his name engraved onto it – next to his name, the local police emblem.

"And you found nine bags in total?" He soon questioned.

Nine? There were ten… maybe I just counted wrong. I paused and mentally shrugged. "Yup, nine."

"Ok, thanks. That's all we'll be needing for now," he said as he kept his head down and continued writing, before he looked up and me and smiled and walked out.

I stayed in the kitchen, and soon the cops left and Letty and Leon joined me in the kitchen. Letty came and stood next to me and mimicked how I was standing. She nudged me with her arm and I slowly looked over at her and smiled.

"I thought there were ten bags," I questioned her.

"Oh yeah, that." She shifted her eyes away from mine and looked around the kitchen.

"Letty, tell me you didn't take a bag."

"Ok. I didn't take a bag." She smirked.

I kicked her with the side of my foot and she glared at me.

"What! Ok, I took the bag. So what? It's not like I'm gonna use it for personal use. Do you know how much money we could make selling that shit?" She waved her hands in the air to emphasize her point.

"And you just happened to forget to tell me this?"

"Well, we knew you'd overreact and either tell them, or something."

"We?" I stood staring at Letty wide eyed, then looked over at Leon. He stood silently with his hands in his pockets and looking outside the window. I shook my head in disbelief, "you could have at least told me. I almost told the cop there were ten, then we really woulda been in shit. It doesn't help that we just stole five million dollars." My voice got louder as I said the words and soon I was practically yelling at Letty.

"Yo, chill gurl." Leon said as he looked at me and frowned.

"Don't you tell me to chill." I point my finger at him and shook it sternly, "I know I may not be the most law abiding citizen there is, but even this is a bit much."

I took a few deep breaths, and the others went quiet realizing that I did have a point.

Suddenly, the rumble of Dom's RX7 brought us back to reality.

"We gonna tell Dom?" Letty asked quickly as we all looked at each other, and agreed maybe we should.

"He might want to know what happened if anything should happen to us—" I was cut off by Letty who pinched me as Dom walked in.

He noticed straight away where we were and greeted us with smiles. "Hey guys. Mia said you might need me round to help."

I rubbed my arm where Letty had pinched me and instantly pinched her back on the waist. She flinched and yelped a little before she jumped away from me and to Dom's side. She grabbed him by the arm and grabbed one of the stools that were still left in the house. He sat down and Leon, Letty and I stood in front of him.

Letty sighed deeply and started, "we got something to tell ya, Dom."

Dom raised his brow questioningly as he glanced at each of us.

"There's no use in pussy-footing around it so I'll just get straight to the point…" Letty paused, took another deep breath and continued, "we found five million dollars cash and ten bags of coke in Cass' floor and we called the cops but I stole a bag because I thought we could at least sell it for some more money but—"

Dom's hand shot up to stop Letty speaking. He looked at each of us again, and blinked a few times. His eyes then landed on me for authorisation and I nodded slightly, still quite shocked by everything.

He shook his head in disbelief, and I really couldn't blame him for not being able to react.

After a moment of silence between all of us, Dom finally spoke. "What about your landlord? What if it's his?"

I shook my head quickly, "nah, my landlord is an 85 year old senile woman. She forgets to collect rent off me most weeks, and she has no family – so it's nobody she knows – and it's most certainly nobody I know."

"Unbelievable." Dom stood, then looked at Letty, "and you. You stole a bag of cocaine?"

Letty shrugged, almost innocently, "it seemed like a good idea at the time."

"You gotta return the bag."

"Hell no! And go to jail? Fuck that, Dom." She said firmly.

Dom groaned and brought his hand up to his face and lightly massaged his temples. "I dunno…" he sighed and looked back up to us, "so, why are you telling me all this?"

The three of us shrugged and stood quietly in the kitchen. Dom sighed, shaking his head, "I really don't know what we can do." He shrugged and looked at Letty, "we have to get rid of it then. And that's final."

Letty opened her mouth to object, but thought better of it and stayed quiet.

"Where's the bag?" Dom finally asked.

"Back at home, with the cash," Letty sighed and crossed her arms.

"Ok then…" Dom nodded, then looked around at all the junk sprawled out everywhere in boxes, and out of boxes, "we really should get all this stuff out of here."

We all agreed, and continued moving everything to the Torettos.