Brice headed out the school. He told Margret what went down before leaving. An extra hour gave him time to put a bullet in Arcadio. He left out the back way.
"Bye, Mr. F," Dwayne yelled from the window of the Everett Building bottom level. He waved back, speeding up his walk. Justice through Brice Frankel. The idea peace would come to the neighborhood by him had him relaxing in his car seat and putting the car on cruised control.
Driving down Joy Road, he passed the Herman Garden housing project. The street life was quiet until dark. Going further down the street, he made a turn at Winthrop. He parked in front of the burnt house. He slid the Glock into the front of his pants being careful of his crotch Using his shirt, he covered the weapon.
"You talked a good game," said Qadira's mother standing in front of Brice's car. She marched to the back of his car and kicked the bumper. He rushed out of his driver's seat.
"What did you do that?" Brice asked.
"You tried to take my daughter from me. I'll have you arrested right along with Mrs. Sanders," she said continuing down the street heading in direction of Ellis and Greenfield.
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