“Would you say this is a popular bar?”
“Yeah. Everybody who knows somebody goes there. You have to know somebody important even to get in.”
“Can you tell me who you know, Ms. Johnson?”
“I know some of everybody, but my homegirl the one who got us in.”
“Who’s your homegirl, may I ask?”
“Terrica. She said she knew one of Mill’s workers, and he was the one who got us in.”
“Do you know this worker’s name?”
“Nah, I didn’t ask.”
“Okay. So, tell me what happened when you first arrived at the bar.”
She sat up in her seat and cleared her throat of what I was sure was the built-up cum in her loose ass throat.
“When we got inside, we went to the booth the guy had for us. We were poppin’ bottles and shit?—”
“Language, Ms. Johnson,” Judge Larkin reprimanded.
“My bad. We were drinking and dancing for a minute before Terrica left the booth. I was vibing to the music and recording with our other friends that showed up when I saw them two walking into the bar.” She pointed to Mill and Mook.
“Can you state their names for the record?”
“I just know them as Mill and Mook.”
“Okay. And then what happened?”
“We continued dancing, but my eyes were on them because everybody know when they walk in the building, it’s a movement.”
“I’m sorry. Movement?”
“Like it’s going to be a big celebration.”
“Ah, gotcha. What happened after that?”
“I saw them walk up to two men who were in the VIP section across from our booth. When they see Mook and Mill, it’s like they whole energy changed. Right then, I knew it was about to be up, and sho’ nuff, Mook and Mill pulled out their guns and started dumping on them.”
“You mean these two men began shooting the victims?”
“Yup.”
I shook my head, wanting to call her ass a liar. The video didn’t even show their faces, and from the angle of her video, you could only see a side view of them walking up, with neither one of their faces shown.
“I see. Thank you, Ms. Johnson. The prosecution rests, Your Honor.” Smith went back to his table as quietness settled over the court.
“Ms. Clark. Your witness,” the judge acknowledged. Yumi stood and casually walked to the center of the room.
“Ms. Johnson, what time would you say you arrived at the bar?”
“Around like ten. The ladies were free before eleven.”
“Okay. So, you and your friends are in the club having a good time. How many drinks would you say you’ve had?”
“I’on know, shit?—”
