Free Anything for Profit 2: Nothing to Lose by Justin Amen Floyd

have their lights flashing. Meka knew that when the Greenville County Sheriff’s office came for you, they came deep. Nothing had been done to give the pigs probable cause to search her or the car, so she decided to see what the fuck these clowns wanted. But she kept the ignition running… just in case.
     
    “What’s going on?” asked Glo, glancing at her daughter, then into the rearview mirror at the officers as they sat in the idling vehicle.
     
    “I’m not sure mama, but we don’t know nothin’, ” said Meka pointedly. She watched from the side mirror as one of the officers got out of the car and approached cautiously. His partner stayed in the car, running the tags, Meka guessed. She silently thanked God that they were clean. As he walked up, she paid attention to his every movement. Meka had no idea that Ant was at the living room window. He had the officer in the crosshairs of a M16, one of the many guns he and Mike had procured a few months ago after some niggas had left Meka for dead. He wasn’t sure why they were there, but if they were looking for him, then they could hold court right there in the streets. Going to jail wasn’t on Ant D’s list of things to do anytime soon.
     
    Once the officer finally got to the car, he looked in and said “Good afternoon ladies. How y’all doing? I’m Deputy Cox and we’re responding to calls about shots reportedly heard coming from this house,” he said looking around. He noticed the shattered kitchen windows and the scattered shell casings that still littered the yard. “Do you ladies live here?” he asked.
     
    “Nope,” replied Meka, shortly.
     
    “Well, do you know who does?” he asked pulling out a notepad and a pen.
     
    Is this muthafucka serious? thought Meka. It was so typical of the Greenville County Police Department to just now be responding to some shit that had happened hours earlier. Unless somebody got killed, these muthafuckas took their sweet time; especially if it was in a black neighborhood. Then for this cocksucker to have the audacity to think that she was going to help them do their job!? Meka screwed her face up like she smelled shit and said “Look, officer ,I just told you that we don’t live here. And no, we don’t know who does. And we definitely don’t know anything ‘bout a shooting. I’m really sorry but we can’t help you. So, if there’s nothing else… can we go ?”
     
    “Ma’am… can I see some identification please?” the deputy asked. Meka sucked her teeth loudly. Annoyed, she reached into her hand bag. Her hand brushed up against her Glocc as she pulled out one of her many fake licenses and handed it over to the officer. The name wasn’t hers and the address belonged to her uncle who stayed in the Oakview projects. Deputy Cox looked at the license. If he decided to run it through the system it would be obvious that she wasn’t that person. Meka began to sweat a little bit. When Deputy Cox finally handed her back the license it had felt like hours had passed but it had actually only been a few seconds.
     
    The Deputy looked at Gloria expectantly.She just stared back at him, with her arms crossed, refusing to say anything. Deputy Cox had been on the force long enough to know that the occupants of the gray Chrysler knew a lot more than they were saying. He could’ve been an asshole and had them both detained for questioning, but for what? He’d done his job by responding to the call. In fact the two bitches in the car had done him a favor by being uncooperative; less paperwork. He looked to his partner, who had indeed been running the license plate, to see if anything outstanding had come up. When the other officer shook his head no, Deputy Cox reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a card. “Well you ladies enjoy the rest of your day, and if you do happen to hear anything about this incident then please feel free to give me a call.” He extended the card to Meka and smiled one of those