"I'll stay." Ebony spoke what he desired to hear. Lt. Vinsetta finished up his breakfasts, leaving her wondering how to approach Brice. She didn't required his domineering ass interfering with her goal. Qadira pushed the door open glanced over to Ebony. Whistling for Chef to come out the back, Ebony drummed her fingers to attract Qadira's attention.
"Are you hiring," Qadira asked.
"No," Chef said, pulling a paper from under the counter, "but we are accepting application."
Qadira folded the application then put in her suitcase. Ebony chased after her when she left. Rushing up the sidewalk, she wobbled carrying her Samsonite.
"Stop, girl," Ebony said. "That's too silly to watch.
Qadira rolled up her nose and used her case as a seat. She blocked the sunshine with her hand. Then she watched Chef come out the restaurant.
"You need back up?"Chef asked.
"No," I am okay," said Ebony. Chef closed the door observing them through the windows."It's good you considered applying for work. You can stay off the street."
"I can earn money to move out from my mother," Qadira said peering around the left side of Ebony. She spotted Valerian's 1965 Corvette creeping along the street.
"You've got a better chance applying for McDonald's and Burger King," Ebony said.
"I put in applications there and Little Caesars." Qadira gawked as the Corvette's driver slow in front of them. She sprinted when Ebony bent down to the driver's window.
"Where's the high school around here?" asked the driver who had a Detroit Tiger baseball cap partial covering her face.
"Take West Chicago...," said Ebony. The driver sped off making an U-turn."What's the matter?" She turned around, Qadira's face drained of life and her body stiffen. "You know who she is?"
"She's got a gun," Qadira said, stumbling searching for a hiding place. She found a place, out of sight of the driver.
"The police can protect you." Ebony stepped into the middle of the street, planting herself there. She'll stop. She patted for her gun. Realizing she hadn't put one on since yesterday, she had handled it over when she was placed on a paid leave. "Did she kill Mario?"
The driver skidded in front of Ebony. Firing her mini automatic weapon, Zetta removed her cap allowing her car to verve off course. Qadira dived to the concrete.Ebony dart to her car.
Zetta's ammunition hit the target. She drove near Ebony's body and unloaded her weapon on her.
Chef threw one of the diner chairs at the Corvette and dropped to the ground. Qadira screamed. The chair crashed into the door. Zetta escaped out of there.
Qadira ran and slipped by the side of Ebony's bloody uniform. "Officer Newberry." Chef pulled her away. Qadira grabbed Ebony's shirt and shook her. "Wake up, don't die on me. You're my friend."
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