Free I Can Touch the Bottom by Ms. Michel Moore Page A

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    â€œNo, and if they do come at me, I ain’t got shit to say. Fuck the police. I don’t know shit. I ain’t seen shit. I hate those bitches.” She promptly reassured Gee that she wasn’t nowhere near a rat, knowing snitches come up missing and found dead in the “D.”
    Gee had played the game with her and from what he could tell, she’d passed the test. He wanted to holler at Ava as well, but he hoped for both of their sakes, she’d follow her sister’s belief values as far as the law was concerned. “Okay, well, dig this here. I’m ’bout to introduce you to my brother. And on that note, you better act like you got some damn sense. You feel me? Don’t act a fool.”
    Leela was puzzled as to why he was acting like his brother was the president or some top-notch shit like that. “Why would I?” She turned up her nose watching Gee step out onto the front porch.
    * * *
    Outside, Stackz sat in the truck looking down at his watch wishing his brother would speed shit up. Just then, Gee appeared at the front door waving at him to come inside the house. “’Bout damn time,” Stackz mumbled to himself. Wasting no more time, he hurried up and got out of the truck. Trotting up the stairs, he went inside as Gee led the way.
    Leela stood up quickly when she saw Stackz come through her front door. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She was scared. She was confused. She had no idea what was going on, and worse than that, what was about to go on. “Oh my God! Oh my God! What the hell is he doing here? Gee, that’s the dude from last night! The one who did what I told you,” Leela shrieked while carefully choosing her words.
    â€œSo we meet again, huh? That’s right. I am the nigga from last night,” Stackz snarled while moving toward her. “The one you and your crew tried to roll on!”
    â€œLeela, shut the fuck up and meet my big brother, the one and only Stackz,” Gee announced like he was royalty, grinning from ear to ear.
    â€œYour brother? He’s your brother?” Leela rambled on with her hand over her chest. As her heart pounded, it seemed as if it was going to explode at any moment. “How is this your brother? What the fuck is going on, Gee? I’m confused. How?” She didn’t know if she should be scared or relieved that Stackz was Gee’s brother as she closed her robe, which had fallen wide open.
    Before Gee had the opportunity to respond, they each heard voices coming from outside in the front yard. Stackz, Gee, and Leela all stopped talking. Instinctively, Gee and Stackz reached for their pistols. Tension grew in the living room as the voices got closer to the front porch. At Gee’s urging, Leela went to the window and peeked out through the blinds.
    â€œIt’s the damn police,” she turned, whispering over her shoulder.
    It was indeed the Detroit Police Homicide detectives, along with two uniformed police. One of the uniformed cops was writing down the plate number on Gee’s F-150. Little did the nosey, obviously on a mission cops know in reality, they’d turned on the block no sooner than Stackz stepped inside Leela’s house. If they’d been one minute quicker, they would’ve been face-to-face with a killer now at large: Stackz.
    â€œThey coming on the porch,” Leela stated wide-eyed, looking like she just hit a bump of crack.
    â€œI’m out,” Stackz said with conviction, sprinting toward where he thought the back door should be. With his hand on the knob, seconds away from opening the door, an officer appeared in the backyard looking at the door and windows for anyone that might attempt to leave the house. “Fuck” Stackz said to himself as he crept back to the front room avoiding any windows. “The cops in the backyard too,” he announced to Gee and Leela in a low voice, looking back and forth at them