Panther ignored her comment as he stared at her engraved lines on her head. He noticed crow's feet around her eyes and her hanging flabby neck. He deceived himself. Nachine was the kind that held him back, and at the same time convinced him he worked for the winning drug dealer. He heard the same with Get It Right, he decided to rob him and quit.
"I'll check in with Arcadio," Panther said, pushing himself up from the chair.
"I can't cut them up and bury them underneath the floor boards in their house," Nachine said. "Oh no, my daughter says. The cops will find the bodies and more will come. My daughter and husband are cowards." She took a taste of the enchiladas and pulled the fork from her lips with her eyes close, savoring the taste of murder. She became lost in her world where dismembering was normal." Take care, Panther."
Panther left Nachine in the family kitchen with his nauseated stomach. She had no respect for how money was made in the city. Hurrying to the house next door that was trashed with empty liquor bottles and used syringes, he peeked into Arcadio's living room. Pizza boxes and Dixie cups covered the floor. All the comfort of a pigsty. Returning to the sidewalk, he headed down the street toward Ellis.
The sunshine and Sunkist-colored houses should be the same one, Panther thought. Nachine didn't understand how to run things. Arcadio's pastel blue-colored house was positioned between the spring colors lime and sunshine-colored houses. A steel door guarded the drug supply and guns inside the blue one. Zetta claimed the lime house. Her mother lived in it, liked the owner. He needed to get in the sunshine-colored one, the Inheritance Corp Headquarters, for hard copies of names and dates. The Sunkist colored house also known as Houdini house belong to Valerian, Nachine son-in-law. He loved the house positioned on the corner; he could escape the cops during a raid. To Panther, the Valerian’s house had been the best place for the headquarters. Nachine made another poor choice by having the red-colored house across from the lime-colored one. That house should’ve been next to Valerian’s house. The neighbors hated the red house, it created fear driven in them. They believed it stored two rocket launches and a miniature tank. When referring to the red house, she would guarantee she never go to jail alive.
Panther planned to talk to the District Attorney Vaal after meeting with Arcadio. Didn’t happened. He jogged up the driveway to the only abandon house on Montrose Street. He pushed aside a charred door making his way across a warp floor. The DA made him the answer to putting Nachine away. She earned a jail free card by terrorizing the community to keep silent.
"What do you want?" asked DA Vaal putting on his overcoat.
"Come out," Panther said. "Why are you hiding in the corner?"
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