"So why ask me?"
"Maybe you know the people who can help me. But you don't personally since they won't associate with you because you're wanted by the police," Qadira paused. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Nachine raised her hand to slap her. Dwayne stepped in front and took the slap. Then she finished counting the cash drawer and pushed it into the cash registrar. The perfect white drug dealer would be the one to show her the ropes and it has to be a man, she thought. She always believing a man going to save her. Qadira could then feed her information about the guy set up.
"You know how to get to Southfield?" Nachine asked.
"Yeah, I could find a way," Qadira said. "Get yourself a dress and some makeup," Nachine said. "And lose the name and become a Bicana or Mimi, something pretty and not a made up colored name."
"I like Mimi," Qadira said. "It's pretty like your fake name Marie."
Qadira smashed an uniform cap on Nachine's head. "You are good to go."
Brice held his head trying to not move the bandages around it. His endless headache from a day ago or more hadn't lessen. He confined himself to bed remembering the quick glanced of the face of the woman who hit him. Nachine Bautista had to have been her. He had been forced into signing a store injury report naming him responsible for his own injury,before the ambulance had arrived. The manager assisted he took the ambulance to be checked by the hospital ER doctors. Afterwards, the Providence Hospital Director of the hospitality came to see about his well being.
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