Free When It All Falls Down 3 - Somebody is Gonna Die: A Chicago Hood Drama (A Hustler's Lady) by Tamicka Higgins

me that whoever them two niggas we saw going in that house are connected to Byron. I mean, I don’t really know, but I swear to God, nigga, I can feel it in my gut. I mean, for real. Remember the picture he posted of my family and shit?”
                  “Yeah, on Facebook,” Jackson said, in confirmation. “But what about it?”
                  “Think about it, nigga, damn,” Tramar said, feeling a little annoyed that Jackson wasn’t always the best at connecting the dots. “There was all that old furniture and funny lookin’ carpet in the background, right? Think about it, nigga. I think that was the house because the Damon nigga said that he know that Byron’s grandma used to live there. When he said that, all I could think about was how the background in the picture looked so fuckin’ old, man. I mean, that shit looked like where somebody grandma used to live.”
                  “Yeah, you right,” Jackson said. “So, you think that he got them up in that house? Right there, in the middle of the city like that?”
                  “Shit, I wouldn’t have suspected it either,” Tramar said. “How many times you think we done rolled through that neighborhood on the highway in the last week or so, man? Huh?”
                  “A bunch of times,” Jackson said. “So, what you sayin’ though? Are you really that sure that they could be up in there and shit? So sure that you’d wanna risk runnin’ up in there and finding out that we got the wrong place?”
                  Tramar bit his bottom lip. He was sure, but he didn’t want to risk running into a family or people who had nothing to do with this situation. He’d already pulled the Damon dude into the mess, but he knew that he had to. Tramar didn’t want to continue doing that, but when he looked at the clock and saw that it was getting closer and closer to Sunday, he knew that he would have to pull all the tricks if he was really serious about getting his father and stepmother back. He could feel the rage running through his veins at just the thought of what might be happening to his father and Vivica.
                  When they pulled into the back parking space at the hotel, Tramar looked across at Jackson. “Yes,” he said. “I feel like they in there, man. Something is telling me that that being the granny’s house, and the old ass look and furniture in the background on the pictures just ain’t a coincidence. Something is tellin’ me that they prolly locked up in that house because people ain’t thinkin’ that a damn thing is going to be going on there. Swear to God, I really feel it. Like you felt like runnin’ up in Byron’s shit on Monday.”
                  Jackson took a deep breath and leaned back in his seat. “All right,” he said, knowing that he was going to stand with his best friend no matter what. “When you wanna go back? Tomorrow night or something?”
                  Tramar shook his head. “Naw,” he said. “Tonight.”
                  Jackson’s face wrinkled up, making it obvious that he was confused. He shook his head as he thought about it. “I don’t know about that, nigga,” he said. “I think we need to think about this shit a little more. You know, plan it and shit. Plus, you know that it’s gon’ be more people out on the streets on a Saturday night and shit then there would be on a Sunday, or even a Sunday morning. Yeah, let’s make a little house visit tomorrow morning instead of tonight so that we know ain’t shit probably happening up and down the street. Everybody is gonna be asleep.”
                  Tramar shook his head, letting Jackson know that he was sticking to what he’d said. “No,” he said. “No, no, no. I say we run up in that shit tonight, nigga. You heard what they said. We makin’ the news and shit. Every minute we waste is another