"It was never reported.”
"She told me."
"I'm not going into any long explanation about why I didn't charge Arcadio," DA Vaal said waving off Panther. "I want you to hurry this up for I can get on with another case. Nachine needs to be off the street. You're a good worker but Detroiters like me know how to deal with the drug dealers whether their rich or poor. I know what I'm doing."
Panther waited until DA Vaal slithered out the house. Then he doubled back to Arcadio's house. Stuffing his hands furthered down in his pocket, he glanced over the scenery. The picturesque places in TV ads of his community ignored filming the addicts hanging out on the porch and yards with crack pipes and needles. They begged kids for their pennies to buy another hit. Mothers cut up dope in Nachine's headquarter house Valerian guarded the door.
Panther saw a crack head riddle a baby with bullets. The baby's mama jumped on top of the child's body, who had died from the first shot, trying to save her child’slife. Pausing at the red house where it happened, he patted his hands on the crumble cement. The stain washed away months ago. He buried his aunt and niece.
He sought revenge against the shooter. The shooter had given him a beat down, leaving him with shame. Losing his rep, he considered himself worthless. Who wanted to be around somebody got their ass kick by an addict?
The scent of burning weed stuck in the air. Panther held his mouth, squeezing it tight before drops of puke came out. Bad weed.
Would he have to kill Arcadio if he found out about him being a snitch? He reeled himself around on the concrete, staring up at Arcadio's house. He cut across his yard, banging on his windows.
"What do you want, Panther?" Arcadio asked glaring down at him from the window. His gooey thicken hair soaked up in gel and hair oil. The saturated mixture stained form on his collar of a silk printed gold and red shirt. It dangled over his genie ballooning pants. "Go to the back door for I can hear you."
Arcadio perspired throughout the day, he had disgusting sweat glands that couldn't stop sweating. This and his wanna be I am in charge act made him a tiresome person to deal with. Panther raced around to the side door meeting him. He wiped off the sweat rolling off his forehead.
"Man you need to wear a towel," Panther asked. "Did Nachine call you?"
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