Cut the Flow Chapter 12 Part 5

​​"We all need them," he said. 

Nachine blew into her hand walking away and then tasted her hand. She smelled no odor. Nachine carried her belongings outside. Valerian arrived within a few minutes. Khalilah was sitting up front in the passenger seat with one of her feet on the dashboard. Nachine snatched the door opened.  

"Get the bags," Nachine said.  

Khalilah turned in the car seat. Nachine gripped her arms then yanking her out the car. Khalilah shoved her back. Nachine pointed to the bags and got into the car seat. Khalilah grabbed them up and threw them in the trunk. She squeezed into the back seat of Valerian's car. He drove one street over to 9 Mile and Greenfield where a two-story brick home had a two door garage. The garage door opened up, and a red K car was inside.  

Khalilah's car, Nachine thought. Get rid of that first. "Why she is not in school Valerian?"

"She won't go back because of-" 

"I've set up all the action in Southfield High and made the connection with Black Finest," Khalilah said. 

"Did you established the pipeline?" Nachine asked. 

"Khalilah got a meeting with the Black Finest," Valerian said parking in the empty spot of the garage. "After establishing a connection with the Black Finest, Khalilah and I can venture out on our own." 

Valerian got out the car taking Nachine's bags. Nachine turned in her seat. 

"When did you start running my family?" Nachine asked.

"When you couldn't protect it."  

"Valerian and I hid out from the cops," Khalilah said following Valerian into the house, Nachine joined them in the living room. 

"Come on Khalilah," Valerian said, "I still want you educated. Go back to Southfield High or least find a night adult ed school. I'll get you into adult ed. Then you'll be smart enough to run things."

Khalilah rushed towards Valerian, "Me taking mess off Nachine and waiting for you to respect me in the drug game. This is  wrong."

"When do we go meet the Black finest?" Nachine asked.  

"The meeting is next week on-" Khalilah paused. "With Valerian and I."

I'll meet the competition, destroy them then move on, Nachine thought. She took the bedroom that had a single bed. It was near the front door. ****Then in a separate bedroom, she stored her dope. Nachine left earlier next morning for work using Khalilah's car. She argued with her for about an hour. After slamming a fist in her face, she took the car keys and went.
At work, Nachine started the prepping by wrapping the single pickles for lunch meals then added an ounce of cocaine in wax paper on individual mark trays. She had written a small X in the corner of the Styrofoam tray.  

"Are you almost finished with the prep?" Delores asked. 

"No, I've got to pull the pork and smoldered it with sauce and pull the buns from the freezer," Nachine said. 

"Hurry up, stop taking all that time wrapping some stupid pickles," Delores said. 

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​Chapter 12 Part 4

"That's all you've got, witch," Qadira said, "you can call the cops anytime."

It was six o'clock. Qadira had already snuck off into the back and changed into a golden glitter dress with shoes to match. Nachine left out and avoided teaching her the lesson of being overdressed. Nachine went ahead and rode with her. They went up to Nachine's room and freshen up before coming down to the dining area. The blonde headed guy had returned. This time he kept his eyes focus on, Qadira. Nachine tapped her fingers against the table that Qadira and her shared.  

"Go over there and introduce yourself before he stops gawking at you. 

"Isn't the man suppose to come to me," Qadira said. "I am the woman."

"Get your butt over there," Nachine said grabbing her hand.  

"I am not a prostitute," Qadira said snatching her hand away. The waiter from yesterday morning brought a wine bottle. He dropped a folded paper in front of Qadira. Rocking the wine in its ice bath, he spread his legs apart.  

"You know I am old enough and she's not," Nachine said sticking her wine glass out to him. "Fill my glass." Qadira opened the note and read it before Nachine snatched it. Ditch the crone with the bottle and join me.

"A mother shouldn't read her daughter's info," the waiter said taking the note. Then he balled it up.  

"I see you later at work," Qadira said.

The little twerp ran from her chair joining Elliot. Nachine could care less. She returned back to her room and called Valerian on his phone number. 

"Hey, little crap where's my cut?" Nachine asked. 

"Quiet down Nachine," Valerian said. "I wasn't ready for you yet. Everything is not set up." 

"Come to pick me up on Evergreen and Ten Mile Road and prepare a room for me where you are living," Nachine said. She slammed the phone down and emptied out the room of her belongings. She called her favorite snotty clerk over to check her out.  Then he tossed her two complimentary mints off the counter. Nachine consumed the mints with two bites and a forced swallow. 

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​Chapter 12 Part 3
"Find out who is running the pipe and get the evidence how it ran," Prosecutor Vaal said.
First, she would have to get hers, Nachine thought. Prosecutor Vaal got up and stood behind her.  

He whispered, "Ten million dollars a week flows through the pipeline. Valerian and Khalilah have benefited well." 

"Valerian has never kept me from any drug money," Nachine said firing at the No Standing No Parking sign. Valerian dived to the concrete. 
"Fire again, you go to jail for keeps today." 
"I find the information you want, but I get to kill Valerian and Khalilah if this true," Nachine said.  

"Do what you like but make sure I get all the information I need. An ambulance siren interrupted the conversation. Nachine took off, glancing back to see  Vaal or if another cop was following her. No, they formed a circle around Prosecutor Vaal. 

Valerian decided to make a drug pipeline. Nachine thought. She had to find out how he got the suburban gangsters to work with Detroit ones. She arrived at work and put a couple of hours in before Qadira approached her.

"I inform my mother I'm doing inventory tonight so that I can go out to Southfield with you," Qadira said folding her arms acting like she was ready for what was about to come. Qadira could be useful by hooking up with Elliot he looked like some big white kingpin. Young, naive girls wanted dumb white guys to go to the ghetto to save them from poverty.

"We meet in the lobby," Nachine said. 

"Why can't you drive with me," Qadira said. "I can change there." 

"Good idea I can stop taking the bus for good." 

"I'm not driving you around all day," Qadira said frowning her face. 

"No, I want you to give me your vehicle," Nachine gripped her hand, "Or I'll contact the cops about you daddy hiding out in the house." 

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​"I'll start tomorrow," Brice said. He had to kill the source from within that was tearing up his school and after his kids again. "See you tomorrow morning." 

*** 

Nachine hated riding on a crowded bus, the other riders who rode could make you have a lucky day by dropping their money or they would give her a nightmare ride. Today it was Nachine worst nightmare as she rode the bus clutching her shopping bags. Two guys in their mid-forties came and sat around her.  

"Your perfume smelled good," he said. Nachine tried looking around the rest of the bus for some help but the other passengers kept to themselves. Common on, she thought. The one close to her had a big curly wig on with a trench coat. After giving her a long sniffed, Nachine elbowed him. Then she yanked the bell for the bus driver to stop. She pushed passed the teen girl blocking the aisle, getting off. That colored better not flash me. 

Are they after dope? Nachine tightened her hands around the bags. Both of them got off at the rear door of the bus. The sniffer moved close to her. 

"Don't ignore me," the sniffer said, removing his curly wig off. 

"Prosecutor Vaal, playing dress up," Nachine said.  

"You too fool," Prosecutor said looking around his surroundings. There were small office buildings and houses that surrounded the bus stop. One bench with paint and advertisements peeling off had the only place to sit. He gestured for her to sit on the bench. Nachine examined it then she plopped down on it.  “I could arrest you now but you became nothing in the drug world but everything to me. What would be the better life for you, snitching or begging your way back to the top?”  

"If I can still kill I'm a threat to you and anyone," Nachine said clicking her gun. "I can take you out and him." 

"Don't you want to be back on top with a free get out of jail pass?" 

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Chapter 12 Part 1 B

The kid was pulled away out of the crowd by an officer. He snatched away from the officer then took off running. Brice left for the rec center; he had seen enough of this mess. And he knew he couldn't get those files with cops adding themselves to the chipping paint. He wanted to check with Yasmine to tell her what had happened, Brice thought. Trying to wedge himself through the crowd of students and teachers pouring into the hallway, he stopped when he spotted Lorraine at the end of the hallway directing kids to keep moving. He didn't want Lorraine to know any more about him and especially he knew another person working in the building. He turned around, to head out the door.  

"Hello, Brice Frankel," a man resembling a person dump from a moving car said. "I'm Patterson." 

"Who?" Brice asked shaking the hand of the guy who extended his. 

"I'm the Assistant Principal Patterson. I want you to start work as soon as possible." 

"Where would you put me," Brice asked.  

"In a math class," Patterson said. “We have a shortage of math teachers.”

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Cut the Flow Chapter 12 Part 1
​Brice was questioned for another hour. Mrs. Poone kept bringing up all the oddities the Principal did. The large table was to be kept clean so when school ended; he would spread the files on the tables. Mrs. Poone wasn't sure which files out of the cabinets.  

If she wasn’t so judgmental, Principal Moore could have told her what was going on, Brice thought. She suggested he had been mentally ill.  

Brice asked to leave. Officer McNichols allowed him. The whole scene wrapped up by the fourth period with the classes exchanging in front of the office. Students complained of sitting in class too long. The office was blocked off with crime scene tape. The scene appeared like normalcy with just a few of the kids dawdling pass gawking. The student yelled, "I’m tired of this mess JLC's killing up in the schools. 

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Chapter 11 Part 5

"You needed to get down," Brice said. The two other guards back out of the room. Lorraine kept an eye on Brice. The police arrived and Brice sat in the secretary's chair. The office desks were now replaced by heavy locked file cabinets and large wooden tables with nothing on top of them. Mrs. Poone returned wiping tears from her face.

"He's dead isn't he?" Mrs. Poone asked. He was acting weird but I didn't know he would shoot himself."

The taller of the officer asked her, "Why would you think he wants to kill himself."

"He locked himself up in the room." Mrs. Poone said. The younger officer slid a chair underneath her.

"I am officer McNichols and he's Reynolds." Mrs. Poone reached for a tissue and decided to use her sleeves to wipe her face.

"He wouldn't take lunch believing somebody would poison his food. He either brought meals or left to eat lunch."

"Do you know who may want him dead" Officer Reynolds asked.

"No one wanted him dead," she said. "He was loved by all."

"Hmm, what do you think?" Reynolds, who moved to stand over Brice, asked.

"He was shot in the chest," Brice said letting his hands fall to the table. "The bullet came through the window, not in the room." Lorraine stepped back into the hallway. Brice felt another sharp jabbing in the back. Lorraine knew more about the shooter than he Principal Moore. ​

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Chapter 11 Part 4 
"Call the police," Brice said running to the window. There was nothing visible. No where he could see where the shot came from. Brice dropped to the floor. Maybe they would pop him to. Brice reached his bloody hand in the drawer Principal Moore unlocked. Three heavy duty files were rubber band together. Brice crawled around the desk and wiped his hands off on Principal Moore’s pants leg and shove the files in his briefcase in the room. He crawled into the hallway with the case shielding it from the secretary. She continued to try dialing the police number. 
"I'll do it," Brice said. "Go get some towels from the gym." 
"He's going to be alright," she asked.  
"Please baby, go get the towels," Brice said. She ran off down the hallway. Brice hid the case in the cubicle of the counter separating the kids from the office. Then he went into the office restroom wet some paper towel and wiped up his trail. Finally, the guard, Lorraine arrived with two other guards.  
"Don't touch anything until the police get here," she said.  
"I had to get out of his office," Brice said. 
"The shooter could still be trying to kill me." 
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Chapter 11 Part 3 
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"What's going on out there?" Principal Moore asked sitting at his desk. 
"The kids are running the adults," Brice said.  
“Mrs. Poone knows how to handle things you just have to give her time," Principal Moore said.  
Brice entered his office. "Time to do what let the kids walk over her then let them stomped all over me.”  
"Please Brice," Principal Moore said. He unlocked his file drawer. Pulling out his thermos. 
"I've got keep everything locked up.” After removing the cap, the aroma of the coffee filled the room.  He overflowed the cup causing a spill on the papers on his desk. He contributed to the mess by pouring with his shaky hand. 
"What's the matter man," Brice asked, trying to situated himself in the chair to feel relax. 
"Somebody been shooting at me from a distance I don't who it is," Principal Moore avoided eye contact with Brice as he stayed silent.  
"Did you see the person?" Brice asked. "Did you make a police report?" 
“Lorraine and Mrs. Poone told me it could have been cars' backfiring."  
"They didn't come out and examined the scene?" Brice asked leaning back. This guy is either foolish or lying his butt off. Principal Moore struggled moving his chair to his desk. He resembled a true weakling who decided to work for both sides.  
"Where did these shootings happen at?" 
 "Once in the teacher's parking lot and here in my office.” Principal Moore got up and felt on the windowpane of his office. A blast came through it, knocking Principal Moore against his desk. His chest split exposing his organs. Brice grabbed his hand. But he was already dead. Mrs. Poone ran in the room hollering. ​

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