Push Comes to Shove (29 page)

GP wanted to shout into his new neighbor’s phone, but he didn’t want her to think that he was rude. He kept it respectful. “What do you mean, she never showed up?”

“Aren’t we talking English? No one came in and paid for that order, and the last delivery has gone out for the day.”

GP hung up and called the group home.

“Eastside Group Home, attendant Felicia speaking. How can I help you?”

“Felicia, this is Greg Patterson, Secret and Junior’s father.”

“Yes, Mr. Patterson; your wife has told me so much about you. When I find time, I’m going to come purchase some Street Prophet gear.”

“May I speak with my wife, please?”

“She was scheduled to volunteer today, but she never showed up. She was talking about getting the place together for the children; maybe she’s there.”

“I’m here now. Uh…Felicia, if you hear from her, have her get in touch with me. And, Felicia?”

“Yes.”

“Tell the children that I love them.”

“Not a problem, Mr. Patterson.”

GP stared at the phone for a few moments after he returned it to its base.

His neighbor looked up from the daily paper. “Use it again if you need to.”

“No, I’m done. Thank you. I’m gonna go back next door. Thanks again, Mrs. Fletcher.”

“Make sure you pull the door up tight.” She turned her attention back to an article about a bill that would bring back parole to the federal system.
I want my son home
, she thought. “They need to let them folks out. All that damn time they passing out don’t make sense.”

When GP left the neighbor’s apartment, Jewels was coming up the stairs. “Is Kitchie with you?” He was trying to remain calm.

“Nah, I just came from getting a piece of pussy. She’s supposed to be with you. That was the plan, right?”

“Something’s wrong.” GP headed down the steps. “Let’s go to your house.”

“What’s up, homeboy?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

It wasn’t twenty minutes later when Jewels stuck a key in her apartment door.

GP brushed past her. “Kitchie!” He went into the bedroom only to find it empty.

And that’s when he heard it.

The headboard in the apartment above Jewels’s was banging violently against the wall. All he could hear was, “Take this dick. Take this dick. His fuck game ain’t like this, is it? You love this long dick, don’t you?”

Bang. Bang. Bang
.

“Ooh, Papi!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Give it to me.”

Jewels’s mouth dropped. She looked at the ceiling with eyes likened to headlights.

GP’s lips tightened. He tossed the queen-sized mattress aside. Out of the six weapons resting on the box spring, GP chose the biggest—a .357.

“GP, fool, what the hell are you about to do?”

“Get the fuck out of my way! I knew something was up with them two.”

Jewels was witnessing a side of him she had never seen. This side revealed a raving lunatic on the verge of a mental hiccup. She stepped to his left.

GP ran to the fourth floor and blew the entire lock off of Desmond’s door. He kicked the door in to find Desmond running in the nude across the living room for his gun.

GP took aim and fired.

Desmond changed directions, knowing he couldn’t make it to the gun.

GP fired again.

Desmond never broke his stride. Curtains fell and the window shattered when he dove through it.

GP rushed into the bedroom to find a stunning Puerto Rican. She was a fascinating sight to see, but not as captivating to his eyes as Kitchie.

With no regards for her nudity, she threw her hands up. “Don’t kill me. I don’t know shit about his business other than he’s a hustler. I saw him stash money and coke right there.” She aimed a finger at the closet.

GP stood at the edge of the window and looked out. Desmond was on the ground, in a fetal position, exposing his naked ass to the whole neighborhood.

Kitchie awoke in a comfortable bed stacked with large pillows. The spin of the ceiling fan was slow, hypnotizing even.
I don’t have a ceiling
—she sat upright. Her wrists were bound together as well as her ankles. She tugged at the plastic flexicuffs with her teeth.

“You have a better chance at chewing your hand off than you have with that cuff,” came from a dark corner of the room. “I thought you were going to sleep through the night. I could’ve watched you all night.”

Kitchie withdrew from the center of the bed. She settled her back on the headboard and screamed as loud as she could.

“You can be easy. I’m not gonna hurt you. Screaming is useless; there isn’t a neighbor for eleven miles in either direction. While you’re here, you’ll stay locked in this room, and try not to damage the bars on the window.”

She could see that the speaker’s legs were crossed, but the top of his body wasn’t visible, due to the way the main light was being eclipsed by a curtain. “What do you want with me?”

“Nothing more than to make a point.” He emerged from the shadow, sucking on a Tootsie Roll Pop.

Kitchie couldn’t believe her eyes.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you are really surprised to see me.” Squeeze sat at the edge of the bed. “Is there something I can get you?” He pointed. “That’s your private bathroom. There’s clean towels and a change of clothes in your size on the counter.”

“Untie me. What in the hell has gotten into you?”

“That’s a question you should ask GP. Not that you could at this point. I’m curious to know, though. Why did he put you in jeopardy by fucking with my cash?” He took the lollipop out of his mouth. “I expected more from the man who claims to love you.”

“Untie me, Goddammit!” She kicked him off the bed.

Squeeze let out a hair-raising chuckle as he picked himself up from the floor. He put his face up to hers.

She could smell the candy.

The door burst open. Hector came in with a gun leading the way. “I heard something go bump.”

Squeeze reared back and smacked her across the face, reddening and stinging it. “Don’t make me murder you sooner than I plan to.”

“Is he gonna die?”

Jewels sat down on the sidewalk beside GP. “He’s busted up pretty bad, but he’ll live. Have you heard from Kitchie? I checked everywhere.”

GP looked at the pay phone. “No, I’m worried about her. I’m angry. I feel defeated. Everything came down on me at once. I can’t even keep my own kids. I just exploded. I…shouldn’t have shot him.”

“You missed.” She looked at the booth from which GP had tried for years to make a living.

GP lifted his head as if he had experienced instant relief.

“For a motherfucker who doesn’t want anybody to get hurt, you did a good job your first time out.”

He examined the palms of his hands as though dirt covered them. “So the police looking for me?”

“Desmond ain’t telling the cops shit. Street dudes like Des hold court in the streets. The broad was gone before the paramedics hit the scene.”

A squad car stopped curbside and shined its searchlight, illuminating the immediate area and the showcase window of the costume shop. The lone officer poked an elbow out. “No loitering. There’s a shelter two blocks down, if you need a place to sleep for the night. They stop accepting at nine.”

Jewels and GP stood.

GP squinted to avoid the brilliant light. “This is my art booth.” He gestured toward the bare tables. “I’ve rented it for years now. We’re just waiting for a phone call. I’ve been personally using this phone quite awhile, too.”

The officer leaned his head out some. “You do the Street Prophet comics?”

“Airbrushing, T-shirts, sweats, comic books.”

“When does the next issue come out? My son loves the Prophet.”

“I’m working on it now; it’ll be ready come the first of the year.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

“Excuse me,” Jewels said, approaching the car.

“Yes, what can I do for you, sir?” He shifted the car into Park.

She removed a CD from her vest pocket. “I was going to drop this off at the police station, but you saved me the hassle. Police stations ain’t my type of hype; might fuck around and jinx myself. Feel me?”

He took the CD. “What’s this?”

“Put it this way, it’s enough evidence there to put a ring of molesters behind bars and get you a pay raise in the process.”

She watched the squad car’s taillights fade into the night. “You couldn’t think of nothing else other than you’re waiting on a phone call?”

“I am,” GP said. “You did the right thing.”

Jewels began to walk away. “No, what I should’ve done was broke his ass off with this steel dildo I got. Show him how that shit really feels, then blow his fucking head off like I’m gonna do Sticky Fingers when he comes out of hiding. People like Conrad Tharp don’t stay in jail. Let’s bounce, fool.”

“No, I’m staying. Kitchie knows to show up here or call if she’s in trouble, no matter what time it is.”

She turned to face him. “Then we wait a little longer. In the meantime, you can tell me why your punk ass turned down that motherfucking job and what you plan to do about Desmond. Keeping it real, fuck Squeeze. He can charge it to the game. If he gets to tripping, I’ll cancel his chicken dinner.”

“I’m not worried about Squeeze or Desmond right now. Dude jumped out a window; he’s twisted, right?”

“That he is.”

“Then he’s not a threat right now. I got too much shit on my mind as it is.” He stared at the pay phone.
Please let her be safe
.

C
rutchfield stepped off the elevator in a busy precinct.

“Good morning.” A beautiful uniformed officer stood at the automatic coffeemaker. “Ford has been calling you since my shift began. You two got a thing going on?”

He couldn’t keep eye-to-eye contact with this woman because her silicone boobs were magnets. “Did you know that your left tit is bigger than the right?” He strolled off to his desk, leaving her looking from one breast to the other.

He kicked his feet up on a dented metal desk and placed the phone to his ear. “What do you want, pillow-biter?”

Ford sat atop a lab stool with his legs crossed. “Hey, you asked for my assistance. I haven’t been calling you to chitchat.”

“Hell, it’s only been two days. I didn’t expect to hear from you for a week.”

“Well, I’m good at what I do. Literally. I cracked the code to your mystery watch.”

“Give me what you got.”

“Oh no, this is much too good to talk about over the phone. You should come visit me.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.” He hung up and dashed to the elevator.