"Ebony. that's her first name," Brice thought. "knowing her first name makes her a human being."
Woman detective kept twisting her head. "When was the last time you seen Shawn Ingram?"
"Not since the shooting near Cody," Brice said, lying first then find out what was going down.
"We'll keep in contact," said the male detective holding his arm. "Get all his information Ebony." He let his arm go. Then the taller detective nodded to him and trampled with two others.
Ebony's face hung to the floor. "Come, Brice." He entered another room trashed with the first windows plane broken out from the only window in the room a mattress had been placed in the center of the room next to a body face down cover in more than thousand used crack bottles. The stint had him taking the mask Newberry offer him after she slid her mask over her mouth.
"The crackheads emptied his pockets of the drugs and used them on top his dead body," Officer Newberry said walking to the body.
Brice concentrated on the chipping paint and the ripped off walls anything except the dead body. He shuffled in closer. Maybe it's Arcadio, he thought. The words Traitor written in blood above the guy head. He focused on the body bending down pushing the lighters, bottles and needles off his body.
"We need you to make a positive identification," Ebony flipped the body up.
"Shawn," Brice said jumping up and stumbled back on the mattress. He recovered by brushing off his clothes. "How could he died in filth like this."
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