Zhane was sitting in one of our new trap houses with her phone in her hand. She looked a fucking mess. The cuffs on the floor let me know why she looked a mess.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked.
“Just watch,” Whodie replied.
Her phone started to ring, and Zhane answered.
“Hello?”
“Where the fuck you been?” A male voice boomed through the video.
“I told you I went out with Kayla,” Zhane said casually. “We ended up taking a trip. I just got back.”
She could lie smooth. Now I see why Whodie could’ve believed it was his son.
“You couldn’t answer your phone when you got a child at home?”
“My phone died. You know how it be when I’m out.”
“Put me on FaceTime,” he told her.
“I look a mess, Rico.”
She said his name. For the life of me, I had never heard of a damn Rico.
“I didn’t ask how you looked.”
Zhane switched the phone to FaceTime.
“Where the fuck you at?”
“I’m in her guest room.”
“Doesn’t look like a guest room to me. No bed and shit.”
“Rico, I’ll be home shortly.”
“Zhane, if I find out you’re lying to me…”
“Rico, I’m not lying.”
The call ended without him saying anything else to her. Whodie shut the video off, and just like that, I had a name.
“So, to catch y’all up to speed, I got the bitch high and had someone drop her off to me. I chained her ass up for two days tosee if she would talk. At first, all she said was Rico owned some clubs in Texas. Yesterday she told me that he had some money to get here, and they ended up back here. He’s been watching, and I think it’s him.”
“Is this a muthafuckin’ theory? The nigga ain’t said shit on the phone to make me feel like it’s him. Besides, we all just seen how easy that hoe just lied to that nigga,” Hollow said.
Whodie looked at Hollow, “You done?”
Hollow waved him off and paced the floor.
“Aight, so I had my boy look this nigga up. I’ve been to their house outside the city. The nigga shit is laid with security cameras and all. Nothing comes up for a Ricardo Castillo. It’s like he’s a ghost. Nothing on his background or anything. Zhane said, besides the clubs, he’s moves big money. How else a nigga making big money if it ain’t drug money?”
I took all this in and was still trying to figure out where I knew a Rico from.
“So what do you plan to do with yo’ bitch?” I asked.
“Don’t start the bullshit,” Whodie replied.
