Ebony's eyes teared up. He whopped her and he believed he had authority over her. He turned away, inspecting his pants. He felt a push on his back then tried balancing himself on his tiptoes. He fell forward.
Ebony took the belt tied it around his neck. Switching from tightening and loosening it, she guffawed. Halting to ask him, "Do you have a problem with me being in charge?"
He grunted, bucking to get her off his back.
"You are so sorry. I don't want my brother working for you. I think I'll take you in for assaulting an officer."
His body moved to a snail pace.
"Who do you work for?" Ebony asked. "Don't act like somebody holding you from speaking." Ebony relaxed the belt around his neck. He struggled with his breathing.
"I work for Zetta Bautista."
"You are a liar."
"I'm the crew she owns, nobody knows," he paused trying to get up but slipped back on the floor. Gripping his arm, his legs went limp. His words slurred. "Vapor will kill you. We're organized and growing."
His vomit erupted over his face, causing him to choke. Ebony sat at one of the tables, tapping her head against it. Doesn't look good. She didn't murder him. Self-defense. She overturned tables and searched for sharp objects. Curling her arms over her head, she surveyed the room. X-Acto knives were covering a pack of constructed paper. Suspect's Weapon.
Flinching at the vomit, she placed the knife in his hand. She would give her version what happen. Find Brice and protect him.
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