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Authors: Brian Gore
answered; "Musa watch the phone like I told him. It flash on for just a few seconds. It say; Mitchell, South Dakota... then it turn off again. Now, it don' say anyting."
"Don' know why she turnin' it off dis time... but she fucked up." Tyrone grinned. "You take some boys, go get her. She'll be 'roun' dere somewhere! You take the phone with you. You don' find her quick... you watch dat damn phone. She turn it on once... She turn it on again. You can't find her... you ask around. You show her picture. You talk nice, you done it before, you know what to do Jamal."
"You find dat bitch, Jamal. You find her and you find my bwoy. You bring her ass back here!" Tyrone spit out that last, stabbing his finger at the floor at his feet.
"I'm taking Devon, Terrance and Musa with me." Jamal told him. "They've got the car ready downstairs now. I'll call, soon as I find anyting Tyrone. I'll call."
Tyrone nodded and turned back to his whore, slamming the door in Jamal's face behind him, who with a stiff look on his face turned and left the condo, headed for the elevator down the hall.
The Yukon with the three others was idling at the curb when he exited the building and climbed into the back seat. Musa was driving, Terrance riding as navigator with a map in his lap while Devon and Jamal filled the back seat. Everyone's bags, black duffels all, filled the rear cargo area.
"Where do I go?" asked Musa. Terrance looked back at Jamal with the question in his eyes.
Jamal, grinning, simply said; "I-90 west. We gon' to South Dakota bwoys!"
The Yukon rolled across town, caught I-90 just below its junction with I-55 and rolled north out of town before the highway bent west in Wisconsin, where I-94 split off north at Tomah.
Jamal told his crew; "Look, she turn dat phone on at 8 at night. She likely at some motel. It should take us eleven hours to get to dat place. It ain't a big place. If we get lucky we get there 'fore she leave in da morning. We find her, bring her back here, Tyrone happy, an' we got no worries. We don' find her... we got Biiig worries. You understand me?"
They all nodded their understanding, as the driver pressed a little harder on the accelerator sending that big SUV hurtling through the night.
Musa asked over his shoulder; "What if she leave dat place 'fore we can get there Jamal? What if she get up early an' leave? What we do then?"
Jamal leaned forward toward the driver, from his place on the passenger side of the rear seat; " We keep lookng Musa, we keep looking... and Musa? Slow down Mahn. Just keep it legal. We need to hurry, but we don' wan' no cops screwin' with us, and slowin' us down... not tonight... understand?" "Ya Mahn! Sorry." Musa grinned back at him, easing up just a bit on the throttle.
The miles rolled past with the reflections of street lights and billboards sliding down the sides of the big rig as it rumbled through the darkness. Inside its riders dozed through the miles and changed drivers every hundred miles or so, and refueling every two hundred as soon as the opportunity presented.
"Jamal, why we stoppin' for gas so much? The tank is bigger than that Mahn! I thought we were in a hurry to get there? "Devon wondered.
"Because, fool, we drivin' all night. I don' know if dere gon be a fuel station open when we have to have it. I don' wan' to run out. So we keep the damn thing as full as we can, got it?"
"Ya Jamal. I didn't think like dat." Devon answered sheepishly turning back to his window to look out into the darkness.
All of the men took their turn behind the wheel, all except for Jamal. He maintained his position of command, in the back seat.
They made their last fuel and coffee stop at Sioux Falls before heading on to Mitchell where Terrance, now driving again, turned the wheel to take the Yukon down the off ramp, and enter the east side of town.
"There's only a few motels here. It's not that big a town. Terrance and Devon, you watch out your side, Musa, you look out this side with me. You
"Don' know why she turnin' it off dis time... but she fucked up." Tyrone grinned. "You take some boys, go get her. She'll be 'roun' dere somewhere! You take the phone with you. You don' find her quick... you watch dat damn phone. She turn it on once... She turn it on again. You can't find her... you ask around. You show her picture. You talk nice, you done it before, you know what to do Jamal."
"You find dat bitch, Jamal. You find her and you find my bwoy. You bring her ass back here!" Tyrone spit out that last, stabbing his finger at the floor at his feet.
"I'm taking Devon, Terrance and Musa with me." Jamal told him. "They've got the car ready downstairs now. I'll call, soon as I find anyting Tyrone. I'll call."
Tyrone nodded and turned back to his whore, slamming the door in Jamal's face behind him, who with a stiff look on his face turned and left the condo, headed for the elevator down the hall.
The Yukon with the three others was idling at the curb when he exited the building and climbed into the back seat. Musa was driving, Terrance riding as navigator with a map in his lap while Devon and Jamal filled the back seat. Everyone's bags, black duffels all, filled the rear cargo area.
"Where do I go?" asked Musa. Terrance looked back at Jamal with the question in his eyes.
Jamal, grinning, simply said; "I-90 west. We gon' to South Dakota bwoys!"
The Yukon rolled across town, caught I-90 just below its junction with I-55 and rolled north out of town before the highway bent west in Wisconsin, where I-94 split off north at Tomah.
Jamal told his crew; "Look, she turn dat phone on at 8 at night. She likely at some motel. It should take us eleven hours to get to dat place. It ain't a big place. If we get lucky we get there 'fore she leave in da morning. We find her, bring her back here, Tyrone happy, an' we got no worries. We don' find her... we got Biiig worries. You understand me?"
They all nodded their understanding, as the driver pressed a little harder on the accelerator sending that big SUV hurtling through the night.
Musa asked over his shoulder; "What if she leave dat place 'fore we can get there Jamal? What if she get up early an' leave? What we do then?"
Jamal leaned forward toward the driver, from his place on the passenger side of the rear seat; " We keep lookng Musa, we keep looking... and Musa? Slow down Mahn. Just keep it legal. We need to hurry, but we don' wan' no cops screwin' with us, and slowin' us down... not tonight... understand?" "Ya Mahn! Sorry." Musa grinned back at him, easing up just a bit on the throttle.
The miles rolled past with the reflections of street lights and billboards sliding down the sides of the big rig as it rumbled through the darkness. Inside its riders dozed through the miles and changed drivers every hundred miles or so, and refueling every two hundred as soon as the opportunity presented.
"Jamal, why we stoppin' for gas so much? The tank is bigger than that Mahn! I thought we were in a hurry to get there? "Devon wondered.
"Because, fool, we drivin' all night. I don' know if dere gon be a fuel station open when we have to have it. I don' wan' to run out. So we keep the damn thing as full as we can, got it?"
"Ya Jamal. I didn't think like dat." Devon answered sheepishly turning back to his window to look out into the darkness.
All of the men took their turn behind the wheel, all except for Jamal. He maintained his position of command, in the back seat.
They made their last fuel and coffee stop at Sioux Falls before heading on to Mitchell where Terrance, now driving again, turned the wheel to take the Yukon down the off ramp, and enter the east side of town.
"There's only a few motels here. It's not that big a town. Terrance and Devon, you watch out your side, Musa, you look out this side with me. You
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