Free Money & Love Don't Mix by Ace Gucciano

the same description run a red light…So they made a U-turn and ran the license plates. When the car came back stolen, this man, Mr. Daunté Jones took authorities on a high-speed chase for more than twenty minutes. The chase came to a conclusion when Mr. Jones lost control of the vehicle, it spun out of control, and hit a light pole when he tried to dodge a road spike…The other three suspects that were involved fled the scene, and remain on the loose tonight…Now authorities are putting together a list of charges for Daunté Jones, who remains in a coma in ICU at Grady Memorial Hospital. If you have any leads or know anything regarding this case please contact crime stoppers or the Clayton County Police Department.”
    Dre put the TV on mute feeling miserable and depressed about all the shit that had taken place, and said, “Man, we gotta come up wit an alibi befo’ we end up dead or in jail!”
    “I feel ya cuzzo! But fo’ right now we gotta stay under da’ radar as much as possible,” said Maniac, “and stay together as much as possible, cause ain’t no tellin’ who saw Trouble on da’ news,” Dre mentioned, “Hell yeah, my nigga erry’body and dey momma know Trouble our potna, but if push comes to shove and da’ folks try to lock me up I’m having court in da’ street wit dem muhfuckas. Shit I ain’t going back to jail, and dat’s on erry’thang I love!” Maniac made it known as he unmuted the TV, turned it to BET and started watching Set It Off.

 
    Chapter 7
    The next day Trouble’s mom was in her room folding clothes that she had just taken out of the dryer when her phone began to ring. As soon as she answered she heard a voice say,
                  “I’m Detective Sims. I’m calling to inform you that your son, Daunté Jones, has been in a bad car accident, and right now he’s in a coma at Grady’s ICU.”
                  “What!!” she screamed, “I’m on my way!” she hollered before hanging up and grabbing her keys and purse and running out to her car.
                  Twenty minutes late she arrived at the hospital, parked and hurried inside where she approached the receptionist hysterically saying,
                  “I’m here to see my son, Daunté Jones. I just got a call from Detective Sims saying he been in a bad car wreck, and he’s in ICU, please tell me what room he in!”
                  The receptionist looked his name up on the computer, then gave her his room number. The moment she stepped off the elevator and began walking in the direction of his room she saw two police officers standing outside of a room, side by side, but as she came closer she realized that two officers were in front of her son’s room. She noticed the patch on their shoulder had Clayton County Police on it. Once she reached to open the door and go inside, the officer that stood to the right stuck his hand out to stop her saying
    “Umm-Ma’am May I help you?”
    She replied with anger, “Yes you can! I believe one of y’all just called me saying my son been in a bad car wreck, and I told you I’m on my way here. Now excuse me I really do need to see my son, he needs me.”
    “Uhh-Ma’am Detective Sims contacted you; I believe he needs to have a word with you.” The officer replied as he took out his phone and began calling the detective. She stood there clueless waiting for him to arrive wondering what was it that he could possibly need to speak with her about. The moment he arrived he came up to here and said
    “Hello ma’am, I’m Detective Sims, I spoke with you earlier. What’s your name?”
    She snapped, “Look get to the point, what do you need to talk to me about?” 
    “Well Ma’am, it’s your son.”
    “What about him?” She question as she started getting an eerie feeling he was about to tell her something she didn’t want to hear.
    “He’s in a coma ma’am, due to him and his three friends taking my