such diligence. âHow long have you been on the patrol?â he asked cheerfully.
âIt would be about five years now,â 2X answered, arranging some papers on a desk into a neat pile, then walking off into the inner office. Momentarily he returned, handing two packets to the private eye. âHereâs the files Antar left for you.â
Monk rose and accepted the thick 9" X 12" envelopes.
2X added, âHe also wanted you to know heâs going to be out of town for a couple of days.â
âWhereâd he go?â
âBack to D.C.â
âIs his reason for going there a secret?â Monk whispered playfully.
The other man maintained his pleasant, if unaffected expression. âBusiness with the HUD officials.â
âYou in charge while heâs gone?â
âNot exactly. Though Iâm responsible for making sure the shifts are staffed, and everyone is doing what they need to be doing. Eddie and LaToyce are the sergeants.â
âThen you three know what Iâm doing around here.â
âYes, Antar told us and Kelmont; heâs kind of the lead man among the squad.â
âSpiritual leader?â Monk said half-jokingly.
âMore like the example, really.â
âYeah?â Monk encouraged.
âHe was a hard-core Del Nine who got his life in turnaround after his two-year-old daughter was killed when a punk shot through his motherâs house.â 2Xâs face had remained impassive, but there was a somberness in his tone.
âHow about you, Keith? If youâve been in the RaFalcons for five years, then you must have hooked up with Absalla about the time he left the Nation.â
âYou arenât just asking to make conversation.â He said it straightforwardly without rancor.
âBeing nosey comes with the gig,â Monk said unapologetically.
2X processed the information and said, âI can respect that. My introduction to Islam came through a study group I was in at Cal State Dominguez Hills. We were reading Carter G. Woodsonâsââ
â Miseducation of the Negro ,â Monk interjected.
âExactly. John Henrik Clark, Fanon, Angelaâs writings, Hueyâs Revolutionary Suicide , and of course Basil Davidsonâs books on African history.â
âAnd from that you became a Muslim?â
The younger man touched his chest with a hand. âTechnically, Iâm not a Black Muslim. The Nation wasnât all that, yo? So beyond a few meetings, I never officially joined. Taking the name 2X stands for the rejection of my slave name and not eating swine, but I maintain my independence.â
âYour politics then are drawn from several sources,â Monk concluded.
2X nodded appreciatively.
A woman in her midtwenties entered the office, crisp in her dark blues, her long braids flaying like living creatures.
2X introduced the two. âLaToyce Blaine, this is Ivan Monk, the man Antar hired to look into the murders.â
âWhatâs going on,â she said, eyeing Monk while addressing 2X.
âThere was a call from Delugach over in Rita Walterâs office, a couple of tips about what goes on in number 455, and one from our favorite supporter, Mrs. Limón. She wanted to talk with Antar right quick.â
Blaine rolled her eyes as she headed for the inner office. âI better call her fore she put a picket line around the office. See you around, Mr. Monk.â
âHope so.â Placing his attention back on 2X, he said, âI was walking around yesterday and encountered some of the Domingos. You know any of them by name?â
âSure.â 2X moved to the main desk, picking up a clipboard and pencil.
âHow about the leader. He couldnât have been over five feet four, but he was cut, you know?â
âThatâs Big Loco, the number-one hard boy of this set, yo?â 2X clarified.
âThereâs more than one Domingos set? I thought