Free Animal 2 by K'wan Page B

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INTERROGATION ROOM A.
    â€œBullshit.” Ashanti slid the pictures back across the table. He had almost shit his pants when Alvarez said they were pinninga murder on him. He just knew when he looked at that picture that he’d see Percy’s pretty ass staring back at him, but it wasn’t. It was someone else.
    â€œ Real shit, my friend. You were one of the last people to be seen with Rick Jenkins, and we got the picture, so don’t try to run game like you don’t know this cat.” Detective Alvarez jabbed his finger at the picture.
    Ashanti didn’t know the victim personally, but he had seen him at a dice game a few nights before. He had a big month and seemed shifty but hadn’t done anything to Ashanti personally, so there was no need to even talk to him, let alone kill him. The only reason Ashanti even remembered him was because Zo kept asking about him.
    â€œMan, just because you got a picture of me with him doesn’t mean I killed him,” Ashanti said.
    â€œOh, I know you didn’t kill him, it isn’t your MO. You like big automatics; this guy was killed by a revolver . . . a .357, to be exact,” Alvarez informed him.
INTERROGATION ROOM B.
    When the uniformed officers rushed into the room, they found Cain on top of Detective Brown, choking the life out of him. The first officer who tried to pull Cain off was rewarded with an elbow to the nose, sending blood flying. Within seconds, the officers dog-piled on Cain.
    â€œHold that muthafucka up,” Brown ordered. The uniformed officers held Cain up with his arms pinned behind his back. “You got a nice right hook, kid, but mine is better.” He punched Cain in the face. He followed up with two blows to the ribs.
    â€œNo more, man! I’ll talk. Just don’t hit me anymore,” Cain said. His lip was bloody, and he looked woozy.
    â€œThat’s what the fuck I thought. Now, tell me something good,” Brown said, standing nose-to-nose with Cain.
    â€œA’ight, it went down like this . . .” Cain began, then spit his blood into Brown’s face.
    â€œYou piece of shit!” Brown roared, and started raining punches down on Cain. Brown and the uniformed officers gave Cain an ass-whipping that he’d remember for a long time. He thought they were going to kill him, until someone came into the room, and the beating abruptly stopped.
    â€œWhat the fuck is going on in here?” the police captain asked. His white shirt was crisp, the gold badge on his chest freshly polished.
    â€œThe suspect attacked me,” Brown informed the captain.
    â€œBullshit, and you know it. This toy cop and his partner jacked me and my homie up for no reason. Then, when I wouldn’t sign a confession for something I didn’t do, he pulled his gun and threatened to kill me.”
    â€œIs this true?” the captain asked Brown.
    â€œCap, you gonna take his word over all of ours?” Brown motioned to the uniformed officers. They would surely back up his lie.
    â€œYou ain’t gotta take my word for it, just ask the eye in the sky.” Cain nodded to the security camera in the corner above the door.
    Brown had completely forgotten that they’d installed the new cameras in some of the interrogation rooms. “Look, Cap, I can explain—”
    â€œSave it.” The captain raised his hand to silence him. Hepulled the detective to the side and whispered to him. “What do you have him in for?”
    â€œRight now, him and his buddy are in for weed, but—”
    â€œAll this for some fucking weed? Have you lost your mind, Detective?” The captain looked like he wanted to smack the detective.
    â€œSir, he is also a person of interest in a murder,” Brown explained.
    â€œAnd this was the best way for you to start your investigation? I’ve told you and your partner about this Nazi shit before, Brown. The last thing we need is more