"Somebody going call the cops," Nachine said.
"Die for me," Constance said emptying her clip. Then Nachine socked Constance in the face and took off running through the house. Small crowd of neighbors formed around the house. Nachine tore through the crowd and kept running and darted down another street to avoid the on coming police cruisers. She hopped over a white picket fence and crawled along the ground. She rolled over on her back and wiped her sweat.
Nachine had freshen up at the local gas station on the street. Then she traveled to the winding path of the back streets of Southfield. Spotting the house on the corner of 10and half mile road. She went around the back. Hiding in the corner of the yard where the garage block the sight of her hiding place. She sat on her bottom with knees up to her chest.
"The club is two blocks from our drop house," a whining guy spoke.
"We'll do the drop and come back home," a kid said.
Nachine twisted in her position to cover her face to shield the whites of her eyes.The men threw the bags on the ground and open the garage door. Nachine had to make a dash for one of the bags and get out of there. She was willing to beat it off one of them.
"I've got to grab the envelope to drop off too, Andre," said the kid who now sounded in charge.
"Colored, I ain't got time to stand around waiting near no bags," Andre said, "I've got to pee and call the girls we are going to the club.
"Stand here colored," he said.
"It's safe out here."
"Come on and hurry up."
Nachine heard the fleeting footsteps and the door clicking. Young and foolish, Nachine thought. The JLC don't train their recruits right. Betcha they butt won't even get shot over her lifting these bags.
Nachine didn't run She strolled up to the bags hung one on each of her arms.
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