Qadira had faked cough, making the members of the transaction glanced at her. "Drugs." She shouted. The driver sped away.
"Quiet down," said Dwayne. "The bus will be here before you know it." He moved closer to Qadira.
"You're going to pay Mrs. Z her due," Hefty said running from across the street.
"Hefty," Dwayne said. "Where did he come from?"
The hooded guy laughed. He stood closer to the curb waiting for Hefty to get past the few cars. Hefty walked up close to him. He stepped back.
"I've got the money," Hooded dangled it in his hand. Hefty aimed his handgun at his chest and fired.
The other men screamed, trying to grab for the hooded man. Qadira and Dwayne hid behind the cleaner. She continued to stare at Hefty aiming the gun at his victim's head and fired. When his head jerk, Qadira flinched, she turned to run faster to catch up with Dwayne who had taken off.
"We could cut across the street and get to your house that way," Dwayne said panting. "But I don't know where Hefty popped up next."
"We'll go back to the building," Qadira said. Tears filled her eyes as she grabbed Dwayne's hand. The two went through the back door. She locked it then sat on the floor in front of the refrigerator.
"Qadira that's why I come at you so hard," Dwayne said putting his arm around her shoulder. "When they get tired of you they killed you."
"Like they did your brother," Qadira said. "Was he selling?"
"Listen my brother wasn't selling drugs," Dwayne said. "But if you get involve with people who see life so cheap as they do, they will take your life the same."
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