Free Philadelphia by Treasure Hernandez

pig.”
    Walter again aggressively pushed the boy’s face into the wall. “No? Well, we’re going down to the station.” Walter held up a dime bag that he had found in the boy’s pocket. “Maybe then you’ll know what I’m talkin’ about.”
    â€œWhatever. You can’t scare me. I’m underage, nigga. I won’t do shit for time for that scrap of weed.”
    Walter grabbed the boy and dragged him back to his car. He shoved the chubby little shit into the back seat then drove to the station house.
    â€œNigga, this shit is pointless. Phareed gonna make sure I’m out before you can dot your I’s and cross them T’s.”
    â€œYou need to watch your mouth!” Hearing this boy use Phareed’s name angered Walter even more.
    Walter pulled the boy into the station house and shoved him onto the nearest bench. “Put this fat little fuck into holding,” Walter instructed one of the rookie officers at the desk. He then proceeded back to the detectives’ area to find D’Angelo sitting at his desk on the phone.
    â€œLet’s go,” Walter said to D’Angelo.
    D’Angelo motioned to the phone to let Walter know he couldn’t get up and go at that exact moment.
    â€œTell them you’ll call them back. Let’s go,” Walter repeated.
    D’Angelo shook his head in frustration. “Can I call you back later? I have a situation over here.” D’Angelo listened to the caller’s answer. “Okay. I’ll call you back. Bye.” He hung up the phone. “Damn, what?”
    â€œWe’re going to talk to Phareed.”
    â€œDid we get a warrant?”
    â€œNo. We’re going to happen to bump into him. I’m sick of this motherfucker thinking he runs this city.”
    â€œI don’t know . . .” D’Angelo said uncertainly.
    Walter planted his hands on his hips. “What the fuck don’t you know? We’re going to keep coming down on him until he makes a mistake. Now, come on.” Walter headed out of the stationhouse. D’Angelo shook his head and followed his partner.
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    Walter and D’Angelo sat in their Crown Victoria in front of the Honey Trap. This was the boring part of the job—waiting. Walter wanted to kick down the door to the club and start busting heads, but he knew better. Yeah, he could walk into the club, act like a patron, and start asking questions, but no one would talk, or somehow some sleazy lawyer would say he needed a warrant to enter the premises. Fuck that, Walter thought. He would just wait Phareed out.
    â€œWhat exactly do we expect to get out of this?” D’Angelo asked.
    â€œTo piss Phareed off and let him know I’m coming.”
    â€œYou think that’s the best way to take him down? Let him know who you are and what you plan to do?”
    â€œThe old way ain’t working. It’s time to change the game. This shit has become personal.” Walter didn’t take his eyes off the entrance to the Honey Trap.
    â€œIt never turns out good when you let your personal emotions take over,” D’Angelo warned
    â€œThere he is.” Walter hopped out of the car and made a beeline for Phareed. D’Angelo reluctantly followed his partner.
    â€œYo, my man.” Walter came up behind Phareed.
    Phareed and Jumbo quickly turned when they heard the footsteps behind them. Jumbo reached into his coat pocket for his pistol.
    â€œWhoa.” Walter held up his hands as he continued approaching.
    Phareed and Jumbo stood their ground waiting for the stranger to approach. “The fuck you want?” Phareed said.
    â€œI just want to ask a few questions.” Walter was trying to be as calm as possible.
    â€œFuck you. I don’t speak to no cop.” Phareed could smell a cop a mile away. This nigga had cop all over him.
    â€œWhat you know about the murders of your people recently?” Walter