"Brice," Shawn said pointing to Granny Nachine's house next door. "Her TV looks like it's running. She's there."
"Are you ready?" Brice asked, glancing at Shawn's stump on his left side. He stuffed it in his windbreaker's pocket. He hated to involve him. "Can you handle this?" Shawn carried hated in his bones. Might have been why he didn't answer him.
Arcadio returned to the door and leaned against his door frame, removing a cigar from his pocket. He took a few puffs as he lighted it. As he smoked, his eyes roamed the block. He'd replaced the stone door for his protection years back. Satisfied that nothing bad was coming down, he slithered inside the house.
"Don't worry, I've got something to protect us." Shawn unzipped his jacket, showing him the knife."
This was real Brice thought, standing across the street hiding behind a gigantic tree. The rap music had been turned down.
"What you two doing," said one of Arcadio's neighbor through a screen's window with a rifle pointing at Brice and Shawn. Either get or I call the cops."
"We're taking a leak," Brice said. Everybody got a gun.
"He's thinking we've about to get it on Shawn said. "It's time."
Brice scurried backwards following Shawn as the man lowered the rifle. They ducked down on the side of Arcadio's house.
"We're only going to question him," Brice said, stepping on the porch.
"Then what?" Shawn asked, standing on the side of the door.
"We'll make a citizen's arrest." He paused. "You brought the handcuffs?"
Brice pushed the door open as Shawn move next to him. "Arcadio," Brice said. Then Arcadio's chest smacked his face.
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