“Because I want you to come get in my car.”
“That’s fine, Crew. No problem.”
I didn’t argue because it didn’t matter which car we talked in as long as we talked.
I stepped out, and the moment I did, Crew pulled me in for a hug. Well, for a second, I thought it was a hug until his hands started patting over my entire body.
“Are you checking me for a fucking wire?”
“Hell yeah. All this shit popping up just doesn’t sound right, and I’m not dumb.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, we can talk, but we’re not going to talk until you take off those earrings and that necklace you got on too.”
“Wow. Okay,” I scoffed because I see now what Crew thinks of me.
I took off my bracelet, my ring, my watch, and my necklace and threw everything on the ground.
“You ready to talk now?”
“Yeah, lead the way.”
He pointed to his car.
I walked over to it and snatched the passenger door open as he took his seat inside. I followed, but I didn’t stop there. I pulled off my jacket, then started stripping out of my shirt.
“Bria, what the fuck are you doing?” he asked, watching me let down the window and throw the clothes out.
“You obviously don’t trust me, and you think I would wear a wire, so I’m proving to you that I am not.”
I unclasped my bra and tossed it too, then slipped my pants off.
“Bria, you don’t have to do all that. You already took off the pieces that could be used as wires, and I felt you up. You good.”
I ignored him, slipping off my panties before I threw them out the window along with everything else I had on.
Crew leaned against his window, just staring at me like I’d lost my damn mind.
“So now, do you want to talk?”
“Yeah, I guess shorty. Can you make me understand why they are trying to connect you to some shit you had nothing to do with? And now you’re telling me they’re watching your spot. Since fucking when? Why would the police be watching you unless you’ve been running your mouth or told someone something?”
I exhaled. I knew what I was keeping from him was the clue he needed to put all this shit together.
“Listen, Crew, I know I didn’t tell you this at first, and I should have, but Marcus and I were sexually involved.”
“Who the fuck is Marcus? The prosecutor, Marcus Leeland?”
“Yes. He and I have been sexually involved for years.”
Crew sat back in his seat, shaking his head, as a laugh slipped through his nose.
“I know I should’ve told you, Crew, but I didn’t think it was important, until he started getting mad about you and me sleeping together.”
“How the fuck does he know about you and me?” Crew snapped. “And why wouldn’t you tell me that a prosecutor had it out for us?”
“I didn’t know he had it out for anyone until they called me in. Yeah, he’s been saying stupid shit to me, but I thought he was just hurt. I didn’t think he’d go as far as putting something in the detective’s ears about me and you being involved in Kairo’s murder.”
