"Wasn't she your friend too?" Qadira staggered to keep up with him.
"Yeah, she's everybody friend." He glanced back, closing his eyes for a second. Rest in peace.
The sounds of the ambulance mute his last words from Qadira's hearing them. Her spine limped over. She scrutinized the cops who arrived with the ambulance crew eyeing her through the window. Then the stern faced Lt.Vinsetta flung the door opened to the restaurant, Chef brought chilled water for her..
"What's your name?" Lt. Vinsetta asked.
"Qadira," she said muttering.
"You mean Qadira Anderson," Lt. Vinsetta said, standing at the end of the table. "I've heard that name before. Your father got a warrant out on him for arson and murder. Where is he?"
"My father didn't do something like that," Qadira's eyes widen and she shrunk herself into the booth.
"Yes he did. He was seen arguing with Ayesha Kristal and threaten to kill her and the baby."
"That's not right dropping that on the kid like that after what she saw," Chef said cutting in on Lt. Vinsetta's questioning.
"Where's your father?"
"He's gone like always," Qadira raised up trying to scoot by to leave. Lt. Vinsetta slammed her into the booth.
"Back away, Kyle," Chef said.
"Forget it," Lt. Vinsetta said.
Qadira squeezed up in the corner of the booth and the patrol lights flashed. Chef placed the water on the table. She wrapped her hands around it. DA Vaal who wore a bulletproof vest and two piece suit had a hand gun by his side entering the restaurant. He plopped in the chair opposite the booth.
"Who was the shooter?" He asked with red blood vessel circling his sclera.
Qadira starred. "Is she dead?"
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