Brice ran pass Newberry, halting at the men on the floor in the living room. He stomped one of the cuffed men. "You kill him and smoke crack as his body decay." The officers shoved Brice against the wall.
"Keep him away from me," the suspect said, wiggling his body away from Brice. "His dead body was here when we arrived."
"You didn't call the cops," Brice asked.
"Dummy, this is a crack house," the suspect said. "Who wants the cops here?"
Brice rammed his fist into the wall, making holes. Ebony restrained him from behind. He tried to shake her off. He walked backwards forcing each step then he slammed his back into her chest, falling on top of her.
Ebony scrambled up. "Are you crazy? I could get stuck with a needle." Ebony unbuttoned her uniform shirt leaving her blue tank top on, searching for a puncture.
"I'm sorry," Brice said.
"Shawn and I knew each other well unlike your ass," Ebony's slid her arms through her sleeves. "He was leaving the dealing life and tried to get his high school diploma. He wasn't supposed to end up dead."
Why everybody keeps saying they knew Shawn better than him, Brice thought. He doesn't know anything? Shawn bad mouth Newberry the last time they came in contact.
"Was he backed selling and recruiting for Arcadio?"
"No, he and I plan to stop the recruitment after Mario Simpson." The cops and the suspects laughed. "Shut up."
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