TYCE (33 page)

Red Light

    
Sway pulled up to my jeep in a hurry causing a dust cloud to puff up. The clock was ticking, fire engine sirens blared in the distance, and we could see the dark grey smoke from the house rising in the air.

“Yo we gotta go, they’ll be here soon.” Sway kept his truck in drive.

“The girls will ride with you Sway.”

“No Tyce I wanna ride with you.” Angelique protested.

“Me too.” Dallas cosigned.

I stared at both of them a little confused, “Wasup with ya’ll…never mind…look I need

you both to go with Sway, I got these guns and shit on me it’s better if we ride separate.” I continued, “I’ll meet you at the warehouse.”

“Ok, but hurry up.” Angelique whined.

Before I got out the truck, I looked them both in the eyes wondering what the hell was wrong with them, and then I turned to Sway; the look on his face said hurry the fuck up before the cops come. I agreed with him, so I jumped out and ran to my jeep. I watched as Sway peeled off, pushing the V8 engine of the “
Denali”
to its limits. When he made a right at the corner and disappeared, I put my joint in gear. I started to pull away from the curb but I was cut off when a car pulled in front of me. Another car pulled in behind me boxing me in. Before I could react, I was surrounded,

“FREEZE POLICE…DON’T FUCKING MOVE! PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE DASH BOARD NOW!”

There were four undercover police officers pointing their guns at me and more were pulling up; all in unmarked cars. I put the jeep in park and slowly raised my hands and placed them on the dash board. A scowl was on my face and my jaws were clenched.

“One officer snatched my driver’s door open, “DON’T MOVE “
L L COOL J!”
JUST GIVE ME REASON…GIVE ME A REASON!” He provoked as he yanked me out and threw me on the street.

He put his weapon at the back of my head, while the other officers covered him…there were at least ten guns pointed at me. Within seconds, I was handcuffed, jerked up and thrown in the back of an unmarked car. One fat ass cop got behind the wheel of my jeep, while the others searched for

weapons. They didn’t have to look hard ‘cuz all three of my guns were in the passenger seat. I just kept my mouth shut…to many people hang themselves by talking to the holice. One thing I knew; this wasn’t an ordinary bust. The officer that handcuffed me was now sitting in the front seat of the car I was in. Just as fast as they came all the cops were now leaving and taking my jeep with them. Every car left the scene, leaving me and the officer alone on the street. He was about 45 or 50 with salt and pepper hair, he could use a personal trainer to help him work off his huge gut. A thick mustache hid his top lip and he stared at me with cold blue eyes.  

“Tyce Adkins…you are Tyce Adkins right?” He twisted his body to face me.

I was silent; I just stared back at him through the metal gate that separated us. My mind was racing trying to put all this shit together but I was as cool as “
Billie D Williams
” on the outside.

“You don’t have to talk to me, I know who you are. I’m Detective Walsh.” He said cockily. “There’s so much for us to talk about…we could start with the robbery at the church or the house that’s on fire around the corner with the two dead bodies inside.” He smoothed his mustache, “Frankly, I don’t give a rat’s ass about Biz or Bruce, and neither does my partner. You see Tyce…I guess you could say being a detective is my part time job; my full time job is working for Diego Alverez. So you just did us a favor by killing Mr. Biz…after all he was the competition. Plus Diego figured it was him that stole his dope since you never showed interest in the stuff; you’re all about the money aren’t you?”

I looked out the window as two fire trucks sped by us, “What the fuck you want with me?” I broke my silence.

He pointed his finger at me, “That’s a good question…
we
want the money you and your friends stole from the church. You not only stole from Diego but you stole from me…and I want my money back.”

“What money….what the fuck are you talkin’ about?” I played dumb.

Detective Walsh let out a hearty laugh that shook his belly like “
Santa Clause,”
“What money…is that the best you can come up with? That’s hilarious! Let me break this down for you…I can bust you on a robbery, an arson and four murders, that’s enough to get you the gas chamber. Or you can give the money that you don’t know about… back…and only go up for the armed robbery and a few other minor chargers. You’d only be looking at 10 to 15 years; that’s the deal. By the way…your old boss Biz is the one who snitched on you, he told Diego you stole his five million dollars.” He pointed his filthy finger at me.

“Armed robbery, arson and four murders…again what tha fuck are you talkin’ about?” I wasn’t giving up shit.

“Do the names Lincoln and T.J. ring a bell?” He smiled widely.

I shook my head, I had to play it smart, and being in the back of this car with him was dangerous. Detective Walsh was just as much a criminal as I was, but he was much worse. He was a crooked, bitch ass, greedy cop…and he had me by the balls.

      “Take me to jail.”

      “What?” He squinted at me.

      “You heard me…take me to jail.” I repeated.

“Make it easy on yourself Jr. just give the millions you took back and this…..”

I cut him off, “Are you deaf? Take me to jail fool!”

He kept staring at me, “I’m going to take you to jail and let you think about your options for a while; I have a feeling you’ll change your mind about cooperating with me.”

No Show

    
Sway pulled up to the warehouse 20 minutes later. He already divided the money up four ways and he’d taken his share home and hid it. Angelique and Dallas’s share was already bagged up, Sway had already stashed Tyce’s cut in his vault. The three of them went in the warehouse and waited for Tyce to get there.

“Thank you for coming Sway.” Dallas said nudging him playfully.

“Yeah thank you, you work wonders with them doors.” Angelique winked at him.

“It’s nothin’…don’t mention it, besides I never liked your ex-boyfriend anyway.” He winked

back at Angelique.

A half hour passed and Tyce hadn’t shown up yet. Angelique tried calling him but it went straight to voicemail, Dallas tried also but it went straight to voicemail again, Sway tried a third time but it went straight to voicemail.

“Something’s wrong.” Dallas paced the floor.

“Lock everything down in the vault.” Angelique ordered. “Sway, is your money hidden?”

“Yeah.” He confirmed.

“Good…we gotta get out of here.”

Everybody left the warehouse in five minutes flat. Sway dropped the girls off at Dallas’s condo and went home to his family. He was uneasy and irritated; he needed to know if his friend was ok. Angelique and Dallas left the condo and went to an underground sex club that Angelique was part owner of. They stayed in an unoccupied room to hide out and get their thoughts together.

“I’ll start calling the hospitals and the jails.” Angelique sat on the bed.

Dallas put her finger in her mouth and leaned against the wall, “Where is he?” She wondered out loud

I Got Him

    
Tyce was processed and charged with weapons possession. Detective Walsh didn’t include the whole host of other more serious crimes….yet. He was giving Tyce time to stew but if he didn’t give up the money by tomorrow; he was a dead man and he would be more than happy to attend his execution. Half a million of that money belonged to him; he was hiding it in the church because that’s the last place anybody would look, after all, he was a cop. Diego stashed his money there for years with no problems…until now. Detective Walsh had been working for Diego for over five years and he was now a rich man. He and Diego had a good thing going…he kept the feds off his back and looked out for all his workers on the streets. In exchange, he was paid ten percent of the profit every month. Diego was holding him responsible for the robbery and had frozen his money ever since it went down. Tyce’s little stick

up job was costing him a hundred grand a month. He picked up a secured line and called Diego,

“Yeah, I got him, he’s locked up now on a gun charge.”

“Muy bueno…did yu esplain tu heem hees

options?”
Diego said with an accent.

“Yeah, he’s playing dumb but he’ll wise up over night. I’ll bury him with the other charges…he’ll never make bail.” Walsh assured Diego.

“I wan my dinero. Nobodee steals frum me. I killed that bitch Simone to set an essample…tha sem can happen tu heem. You tellem that
frum me.”
Diego hung up.

The only reason Tyce was still breathing was because if Diego killed him he wouldn’t get his money. He planned on having him killed once he was in prison…nice and neat. Diego like Biz; never got his hands dirty.

I Hate Losing

“You have any tattoos?” The female deputy asked dryly.

I reluctantly raised up the sleeves on my orange jump suit so she could get a picture of my tattoos…all seven of them. I took off my orange jail shirt and turned around so she could photograph the tattoo of my name across my back. My black jeans, black Timberland boots, and black T-shirt were all taken from me and stuffed in a plastic bag. They took my underwear, my belt, and my socks too. I got really pissed when they demanded I take the one and a half carat vvs diamonds out of my ears and put them in a zip lock bag; I didn’t want them to come up missing. I was finger printed, photographed, and stripped searched, and I hated every second of it. I was too good to be in jail…I didn’t belong here, but I would never let them see me sweat…never-and I would never give up my crew either, even if it cost me my life. Another deputy took me deeper into the detention center where all the inmates were being housed. Along the way, I picked up a bin that had mini versions of bathroom products and something that was going to be a mattress when it grew up. I was lead to a cell on the second floor…fortunately, for me it was empty; the last thing I wanted was to be locked up with a funky ass felon all night. The heavy cell door slammed shut behind me and it was official, I was locked up in the county jail. I laid in bed all night pissed off! I was pissed off at Omar; if I could kill his ass again I would. His bitch ass was the reason I was in here; that snitch ass nigga was telling Biz every move I fucking made.