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said Wink, certain of that. He already had scoped out Nard’s mother. He planned on giving Nard a dose of reality. He wanted to let Nard know that he could get at him, through his family, never thinking that someone wanted to get at his.
    “He can forget it now,” said Mom Tyler. “I don’t think that boy stands much of a chance after what happened today. He’s going to jail and that’s just what he deserves,” the woman said as she wiped a tear from her eye.
    “Mom, don’t cry,” said Wink as he slowed the car just a bit, extending his arm and patting his mother’s back.
    “I’m all right, I just miss my baby,” she said, thinking of her second-born child, Jeremy. “I sure do miss my son,” she said, wishing her son were still alive and wanting nothing more than to see his killer spend the rest of his life behind bars.
     
    “Look, they turning, fool,” said Karla-Jae, pointing at the Oldsmobile turning the corner.
    “Damn, why you ain’t say nothing?” he fussed back at her, missing the turn the Oldsmobile had just made.
    “Let me call you back,” said Liddles as he hung up on Cassie, his daughter’s mom. He dropped the phone, quickly banged the next right, and tried to double back to see if he could catch them. He couldn’t, though, because the car was nowhere in sight.
    He looked at his sister as if she were at fault. Liddles was so heated that he had lost the Oldsmobile, he banged the side of his fist down on the steering wheel, causing the horn to blow.
    “Don’t be mad at me. You the one that can’t follow a car that’s right in front of you,” Karla-Jae said, hoping she could go home now. She had a date with her boyfriend Dalvin and didn’t have time to be on no I Spy mission with her brother.
    He snatched the piece of paper that had the tag number written down on it out of his sister’s hands. He looked at the number, memorizing it.
    “I don’t know who you snatching from,” she said, rolling her eyes and paying him no mind.
    He read the tag number to himself once more. His memory tight, he crumpled the tiny piece of paper and threw it out the window. The tag number was sealed in his mind. There was no chance he would forget it. He looked over at his sister and rolled his eyes at her.
    Liddles picked up his oversized cell phone and began dialing a number.
    “Yo, Reese, your girl still work at the DMV?” asked Liddles as Karla-Jae listened to his one-sided conversation.
    “I need her to run this tag for me on the low,” Liddles said, repeating the tag number.
    “No problem, hip hip,” he responded before hanging up the phone. This is just how simple it is to get at a nigga, he thought to himself. Before the day was out, he would have an address, and before the night was out, he’d be right on Wink’s ass, with his trusty binoculars.

Law and Order
    T ommy Delgado closed the door to the dark blue Chrysler Fifth Avenue sedan. He and Detective Merva Ross stood and watched the car fade away in the distance.
    “You think she’ll be all right?” Merva asked, digging her hands deep into her jacket pockets, the autumn air feeling brisk.
    Tommy stood still, thinking of his partner’s question. Will she? “I don’t know, Ross. But she’s been through a lot, that’s for damn sure.”
    “Yeah, she has,” agreed Merva as they crossed the street from City Hall and walked down Thirteenth Street. “You gave her a fresh start, though,” said Merva as she stopped and looked at Tommy face to face. “You didn’t have to fight for her. I wouldn’t have. But you did.”
    Tommy couldn’t help but to interrupt his partner. “Excuse me, Ross, you don’t fight for anybody,” joked Tommy, laughing at his partner, who always played by the book, showing no remorse and very little sympathy for criminals, despite their story, background, or reasons why.
    “Yeah, but you did, you fought for Daisy Mae Fothergill, and if it hadn’t been for you, she probably wouldn’t still be here, and