Too Salty: Ain't a Damn Thang Changed (Part 6) (15 page)

Jay Bo chilled inside of Starz
strip club for a few hours trying to see if Yay-Yay would show up, but she never did. The club was real slow, he assumed because of it being a Sunday. Foxxy hadn’t even showed up. He started to think that he would never find his sister’s killer and he felt salty about not being able to avenge her death. He didn’t think that his sister would rest in peace until he did. Staring into a daze, he drank the last bit of beer in its bottle before getting up to leave the spot.
Yay-Yay, I need your help, girl
, he thought as he walked to his car. Once he was in, he put on his seatbelt and pulled his cell from his shirt pocket to call Pam. It was late, but he didn’t feel like going back to the hotel going to sleep. He couldn’t if he tried. He dialed her number and placed the phone to his ear.

“Good
night,” she greeted. Pam was happy that he called, she couldn’t sleep, either. Although, she and Jay Bo never shared what was going on in the other’s life, they had a connection.

“I am headed back to the room, I was seeing if you’re hungry.”

“Not really, but if you feel like picking me up, I will ride with you.”

“Yeah, we can go to
Norm’s or something. I need a real meal, you know.”

“Ok, let me slide something on
. Call me when you are out front.” Jay Bo told her that he would and they hung up.

Pam got up from her bed
, ran to brush her teeth, and went to grab her nun uniform from the back of the bathroom door, but decided against it. It was dang near one in the morning, she would be cool. But, just in case, she decided to wear shades and a baseball cap. About five minutes later, she heard a knock at the door. She had a feeling it was Jay Bo, but she wasn’t sure. She slowly walked into the bathroom and called his phone.

“Is that you at the door?”

“Yes, I didn’t want you to walk down alone. Come on.” He hung up.  Jay Bo never mentioned it because Pam hadn’t, but he thought that maybe she was hiding out from an abusive boyfriend. He wasn’t for sure, though. Pam opened the door.

“Come in real quick. I will be right out.” Pam walked back into the bathroom
, her tummy hurt.

With her gun on the table next to her, Sandra, tall, dark, and pretty, sat in a chair shaking her leg. She had to pee badly, but she didn't trust leaving that snake Laurie unattended to. Big Man had a few moves to make, the main was to check on J&K studio.  It had been broken into a couple of days ago. Although, it didn't seem as though anything was taken, Big Man wanted keep a close eye on the place. So, he called Sandra. When he asked her to come watch Laurie, the response she gave made him want to think twice about it.

"Hell yeah
, I'll be over there it watch that hoe. She’ll do anything stupid, that's her ass. I’ll be there in a few." She removed the phone from her ear to hang up. “I’ve been waiting to pop that bitch." Sandra was salty with her for lying on her folks. She never met Jazz, but she had mad love for Ken and his.

When Sandra got there
, Big Man made her promise to chill. "They'll get theirs in the end," he told her.  Sandra didn't want to, but she had no choice, what daddy said goes.

Unable to hold her bladder any longer
, she grabbed her gun and jumped up. "Come on, I got to pee."

Laurie rolled her eyes. She'd already made up her mind that she was better off alive to them then dead. She knew if they killed her they would be hanging the
mselves, but what she didn't understand was why her mother was giving in to their commands. She could've easily had their face on every channel. Maybe her mom was waiting until she was free. "Look, I'm not going to run or anything. I don't wanna go in the bathroom with you."

"Trick
, you have no choice." Sandra aimed the gun at her. "I already want to kill you for what your brother did to Jazz." Laurie bit her lip and avoided eye contact with Sandra as she rose from the bed. They walked to the bathroom. "Get in the tub and face the wall," Sandra ordered, and Laurie obeyed.

     After she finished using it
, she escorted Laurie back to the room at gun point. Laura flopped her butt on the bed. She was so ready to go. Sandra heard loud talking and laughter on near the door.  She walked over and looked out the window. She saw a middle aged, slim lady with a sexy, short dude. Stella got her groove back. She laughed at her own comment. Laurie wanting to be nosey herself, so she eased over to the window. She peeped her head out the blind.

"What the hell
?" She opened the blind wider. "Omg, that's Pam." She covered her mouth.

Sandra caught her and got pissed.
"Get the fuck out the window." She stormed over to Laurie and snatched her by the shirt.

"Wait
, that's Jazz’s mother, you don't understand. That's her." Pam had just slid on her shades, but not before Laurie was able to see who she was. “OMG... I know that’s her. It’s gotta be.” Sandra tossed her on the bed. “That's her. Jazz’s mom is alive." She jumped up from the bed and tried running to the door, but was hit the head with gun, knocking her out cold.

Big Man
is going to get me
. She stared at Laurie as she lay on the floor.

Wack pulled into the handicap parking space and Yay got out to go inside Super K.  Wack watched as she walked into the store. He noticed her saltiness and the way she sucked his dick wasn’t how she lay did it. She was compassionate with it, but not that time and he knew it had something to do with him letting Meesha lick on her pussy. He didn’t care, though. When it was all said and done, she would have more bitches licking her twat than flies on shit. As soon as her eye healed, it was on and popping.

Not too far from the Super K, in fact, just down the street, Jay Bo and Pam were enjoying themselves. They decided not to go to Norm’s after Pam told him about a twenty four hour hole in the wall that mostly truck drivers frequented. Since JB was looking for more of a home cooked meal, she thought that would be the perfect spot. They served the best catfish and cheese grits in town. Pam and JB even had a few drinks, shot pool, and she danced. JB wasn’t a dancer, but he enjoyed watching Pam have a good time. When they chilled, despite her smile, he normally saw sadness in her eyes, and would catch her staring off into a daze. There was no doubt that she had some heavy shit on her mind, but he left it alone. He had his own problems.

JB looked at his watch
. It was almost two in the morning and he was getting tired. Pam had started dancing with some older cat who looked old enough to be both their grandpas. JB walked over and whispered that he would be ready to leave when she was done with that dance. As he turned to walk back over to his seat, he noticed a guy staring at Pam. Dude’s disposition read cop all over him. It was something about the way he looked that made him want to bounce right then and there. He walked over and grabbed Pam by the arm.

“Let’s go.”

JB seemed edgy. She didn’t know what was going on, but she followed suit.

    Detective F discreetly watched as the young thug grabbed the woman, whom he thought looked very familiar, and leave the bar. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure by looking at her, the hat and the shades threw him off, but the lady that was with the thug sure looked like somebody he was looking for. When they exited the bar, he watched out of the window as they hopped in a blue narc looking car and pulled off. He ran outside, jumped in his Dodge Charger, and followed behind them. He watched as they turned into the parking lot of Super K. He kept driving.

     In the car
, Pam thought not to ask JB what was up with the way he was ready to leave so quick. She noticed him looking through his rearview mirror every so often and began to get a little nervous.

“Are we going back to the hotel
?” she asked when they didn’t get on the freeway.

“In a minute. Let’s go up in the store and find a hot plate so you can cook me a good meal.”

“Excuse you.” Pam looked at him as they turned into the parking lot.

“I mean
, I have been like a little brother to you. You claim you can cook. A hot plate is just as good as a stove.” He pulled into a parking space next to a black Yukon.  He turned the car off and looked at Pam.

“Are you going to cook for me or what? I ain’t good for it?” He smiled.

“Sure, brother.” Pam punched him on the shoulder.

“Maybe over dinner you can share your story and I can share mine.” They stared into each other
’s eyes.  She gave him a half smile and a head nod. She was ready to talk about it. She was so tired of dealing with it alone and, plus, she had grown to trust JB in just that short period of time.

“I don’t mind.” She turned
, opened the door, and got out. He met her at the back of the car. She grabbed his hand and he offered her a warm smile. “Thank you for being a friend.” He gave her a wink.

“That’s what brothers are for.” He looked at the ground and thought of Paris. He chuckled to himself before walking off and Pam followed.

In the store
, JB and Pam hit a few aisles together, picking up different stuff.

“I need to use their restroom
,” she told him.

“Alright.” Pam walked away and JB continued to compare the different electric hot plates.

****

Yay took her time in the store. She wanted to stay away from Wack as long as possible. She wished she could plan the great escape, but who was she kidding? That nigga would find her. She roamed the book section, the food section, and then decided to go to the liquor section to get a bottle or two. But first, she needed to stop by the restroom. She wanted to make sure she hadn't messed up her clothes. It sure felt like it and she was known to bleed heavy. Yay parked her basket by the frozen food freezer and walked across the way to the restroom. She frowned her nose at the smell. She walked in the stall. "Where's the tissue?" she fussed.

Pam heard a voice in the stal
l next to her. "I have some." Pam rolled some tissue off the roll and reached her hand under the stall. "Here you go, sweetie." Yay took it. Pam then flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and left out, heading back over to where she left JB.
   JB had left that section and was now by the frozen food area. As he looked through the freezer to see if there was anything he wanted, he kept his eye on the restroom door. Pam took a long damn time. He looked to his left. The blue, polyester coat and Dodgers cap looked familiar.  He didn't get a glimpse of dude’s face because he hit the corner too quick, but he knew who it was.
That nigga slick
, he thought. 

     Who he saw was old boy that was staring at Pam at the bar. He didn't know what the fuck was going on
, but he thought he'd better get Pam and get the fuck up out of there. He was determined to protect her. He left his basket and rushed over to the restroom. He put his hand on his waist, ready to pull his strap if he had to. He looked at the sign that read
women's
. He then looked back to see if he saw old dude. He didn't. He turned to run up in the restroom for Pam and ran smack into Yay Yay. They literally bumped heads. Yay stumbled back and held her head. JB shook it off.

"Aye
, we need to go" he said to who he thought was Pam.

Yay
’s eyes bucked. Her heart had disappeared. Just that quick, Karma had caught up with her and her life was over. She couldn’t believe that it was him. She hadn't seen him since they were in their teens. The look he held was so hardcore.

“Yay Yay
, I've been looking for you." JB stared dead into her eyes. She wanted to run, but she couldn't. She was stuck. He grabbed her by the arm. "We need to talk. Come on." He took her by the hand. She tried snatching her hand, but he held it too tight.

"I can't go with you." She spoke nervously.

"Yes, you are. You're going to tell me who killed my sister.” He was adamant. Unknown to them, Wack had walked up on them.

"Who the fuck you talking to
? Bitch, bring your ass over here." Wack was heated seeing Yay Yay with that nigga. "That's what the fuck took you so long? Bitch, get over here." Ya was almost happy to see Wack. But, then she thought, could he save her?

“I gotta go."  She said to JB while looking at Wack, who grabbed her by the back of her neck.

“This my bitch. You go through me. If your money right, then just maybe.” He chuckled, but still had that serious demeanor that intimidated most. 

"Naw
, fuck that." JB pulled his gun from his paints. “Nigga, you better get the fuck back, me and her got business. And, unless you want it, nigga,” he cocked his gun, “you better get your punk ass up out of here.” He looked at Yay. “Who in the fuck killed my sister?”  He stepped back and aimed his gun on both of them. “You making me wonder about you. I’ll murk you, bitch.” Wack had now realized that old dude must’ve been talking about Paris.  He looked at Yay. He couldn’t even think of what to say to help her out, he wondered what excuse she would give. She was quick wit her response. Too quick for Wack. 

"Please
, don't kill me. Please." She yanked away from Wack. "It was him. He killed Paris.” She pointed and that man she once loved.  Before it could register what she had said, JB grabbed her out the way.  Being a hood nigga Wack already knew what time it was. He pushed Yay into old boy and they fell into a display of chips. Wack took off running.

*****

Detective F rushed up and down each aisle until he found her. There she was standing over by the baby clothes. He shook his head. He couldn’t believe she had the nerve to be out and about
, and with such a weak disguise. F watched her for a minute to see if she’d pay attention to her surroundings, being that she was on the run. He couldn’t wait to see her face when she looked up and saw him standing there. He placed both hands on each side of his waist.

“Times
up!” His voice was loud and stern. Pam looked up. She thought she had saw a ghost. F walked her way. Quick on her toes, Pam picked up a pile of clothes off the table and threw them toward him. She knocked down the pajama wrack and made a dash for it.

“Help
! Help!” she screamed, hoping that JB would hear her and come rescue her. “Help, help!” she continued to scream as she ran toward the front of the store. Detective F was on her heels.

Boc
, boc, boc. Gun shots rang out. He was being shot at. F pulled his gun out. Within seconds, he debated if he should go after Pam or go to war with the shooter. Boc, boc, boc. JB jumped from the floor and fired shots at Wack. Wack dived on the floor and, out of habit, reached for his waist, but he was naked. He’d left his gun in the car.  Still firing, JB dragged Yay Yay by the arm as he went after Wack. 

“Ahhhhhh
, ahhhhhh!” people screamed. “Call the police. Every one duck, he’s got a gun,” a store associate screamed.

Pam
ran like a track star. She couldn’t believe F was shooting at her. She hoped she made it out the door without being shot in the back.

Yay yanked away from JB and ran to the left just in time.  Detective F had fired two shots, hitting him in the arm and shoulder, causing him to fly back a few steps. He wasn’t giving up. He shot back and ran down an aisle, making his way closer to the front of the store. 

Pam had made it out of the door and was running
through the parking lot. She was stuck like a truck. Where would she go? Her first thought was to make it to one of the parked diesel trucks and hide in there. She took off running toward the parked trucks.

Wack made it to his car with one thing on his mind and that was getting his heat. He fumbled for his keys, popped the door open
, and reached inside under his seat.

Detective F
walked out the store and saw Wack. “Freeze, police.” F shot at Wack.  Wack ducked behind his car. With blood all over his left side, JB came out busting. Before F had time to react, two of JB’s bullets caught him in the back of the head, killing him instantly.  Wack shot at JB and struck him in the chest. He then jumped in his ride and burnt rubber. He wasn’t going down for killing no cop.

      JB
made his way to his car. He was a little weak and in much pain from the gunshot wounds, but he refused to give up.

      From the driver seat of the big rig
, Pam saw everything. When she saw Detective F go down, she thought that she better go and save JB. She started the truck and pulled off. Loud noise came from the truck and she could see sparks flying. She had no idea what was going on, but she had to help her new friend, her brother.  She pulled up as close as she could and jumped out.

“JB
, JB, are you alright? We gotta get out of here.” She ran toward him.

“Get the keys out of my pocket
,” he told her. Pam was shaking because blood was everywhere. She took the keys from his pocket and helped him in the car. She then ran on the driver side and took off. Sirens and helicopters could be heard from a distance. “Get out, run, and just go.” JB grabbed the steering wheel.

“No
, I can’t leave you. No, we are in this together.” She knew that he and F didn’t have any beef.  Detective F was after her. She was the cause of the shootout.

“Pam
, they catch you with me, you’re going to jail for a long time. Get on.” He laid his head back on the seat. His mouth was getting dry. “I tired. All I can do is tell her when I get there that I tried.” Pam hit a left in the alley. She looked through her rearview and saw several police cars speeding by. “Don’t let Jazz down. Fuccccccccckkkkkk!” Pam jumped. “This shit hurt, man. I be glad when it’s over with. Pull this muthafucka over,” JB said all in one breathe. Pam was teary eyed. It was too much going on for her. “You gotta save Jazz.” He closed his eyes.

“Jazz
, what do you know about her?” Pam was a bit alarmed. Was he another angel God sent to help her? How did he know about Jazz?

“I heard you telling her you loved her and
momma will save her. I heard you in your sleep.”

“You are going to be alright. I am taking you to the hospital. The video will see that I am innocent. I gotta help you.” She thought that she was innocent when it came to killing a cop
, but she knew that her story had more to it. But, how would she let her friend die alone? She couldn’t.