I walked away from him, marching straight to my car, even more pissed off than I had been before. Talking to him just now let me know one thing for sure. He was responsible for all of this, and I was now in a dangerous game. A game I cannot win without getting ahead of it.
As soon as I got inside my car, I dialed Crew’s number. He needed to hear this shit first because it definitely involves him. Crew hadn’t reached out to me since he left my place, and if I’m being honest, I understood why he was mad. What I did that night with his alarm, I didn’t have to do, but I also felt like it was something I had to do at the time. I regret it, true enough,but that night was so needed. I would probably do it again if the opportunity presented itself.
“Hello, what’s up, Bria?”
He answered the phone, with a baby crying in the background.
“Crew, I need to talk to you. Now.”
“Talk to me about what?”
“It needs to be in person.”
“Well, to be honest, I don’t think you and I really need to speak on shit. I’m still not really feeling what you did the other day, and I don’t want to speak to you while I’m mad, so let’s just not talk.”
“Crew, this is much bigger than me and you and whatever we call this fling we have going on. I need to talk to you about what I just went through.”
“And that is??”
“Well, I was questioned about the courthouse shooting. They’re trying to connect me to it.”
“Connect you to it? How the fuck did that happen?”
“Can you meet me somewhere? I can tell you all my theories in person. I don’t really want to discuss this over the phone.”
“Let me see if I can move around right now, Bria. I’ll call you back in about ten minutes.”
“Okay.”
I hung up and pulled off, driving and zoning out to keep from breaking down completely.
By the time I got a few blocks down the street, Crew was calling me back.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Meet me at your spot.”
“I don’t think we should meet there.”
“Why not?”
“Because I feel like we’re being watched and that’s the whole reason this shit is even happening.”
“Damn, well, where do you want to meet then?”
“By 57th Street. Under the bridge.”
“Alright. I’ll be there.”
“In about how long? I’m just down the street.”
“Give me about fifteen minutes.” He hung up.
I drove and arrived at the meet-up spot first and had been there about ten minutes when Crew pulled up. He jumped out of the car and walked straight toward mine, yanking my door open.
“Get out of the car.”
“Why won’t you just get in here?”
