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Tell yuh seh yuh too smart fi this enuh Nickoi,my inner voice whispers.

I smirk. “Yow,” I say, eyes locked. “Just go back pan di thing weh wi did deh pon before. Dis idiot know seh wi on to him, and him a try fi throw wi off.”

“Nickoi,” Zara says on the phone. “Mi a go sleep now.”

“Alright, mami,” I say, still focused on the screen as I hang up.

“Still nah see nothing from the address weh yuh gimme,” Genius says.

I hiss, a thought striking sharp and quick. License plate number.

I look at Gutta. “Scar dem did drive him down?”

“Yah, him and Keno and some other man,” Gutta replies.

“Ah call dem and see if dem member or did tek the picture of him license plate,” I instruct. Gutta nods and picks up his phone.

I chug the liquor. If dem nuh have the license plate, mi woulda bend, enuh.

Just hope fi the best, no way dem wouldn’t take it when dem see seh him a get weh.

True to that.

I wait while Gutta comes back smiling. “Keno say him did take it.”

Nuh that mi wah hear, man. “Him sen yuh?” I ask, standing up as he pulls the picture up on the phone.

It’s blurry, but Genius leans in. “Google Earth mi a go use, enuh, and di drone,” he says, typing fast on the computer.

All I want is fi find him, him a hide too long.

He searches the license plate, using the drone and Google Earth track it.

“Yo, look here,” he says. I step closer.

“Yuh know seh a Spanish Town him deh… not even far from wi,” he points.

Yuh nuh see Adonis mean business.

“Respect, enuh,” I say to Genius. He nods.

Smaddy dead yah now.

“Always mi G,” he says.

I glare at the screen. “A the worst thing yuh coulda do,” I say, as the drone picks up the Voxy.

Him a head to mi mother yard, but mi a go reach him before him even get fi reach Johns Road.Trouble.

“Him nuh deh far… wah yuh seh?” Gutta asks. I pull over the ski mask. Junior and Juaqína get ready, walking out behind me.

3

Loaded

I spot the Voxy and say a silent prayer before pulling on my gloves. I know I’m going to kill him. The hatred I carry for Adonis is unreal.

Worse than what I felt for Carlos. Maybe it’s because he almost hurt Zara. Maybe because he’s still breathing.