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after speaking with the detectives, I went to speak to the magistrate about a bond. That bitch nigga denied me bond, claiming that I was a flight risk, since I lived out of state, so I had to wait to get a bond hearing. When I went before the judge, he granted me a $10,000 bond. I got in touch with a bondsman, and he let me out for a thousand dollars.
    I waited patiently for my cab to arrive and literally jumped for joy when I saw him pull up.
    “Yippee!” I skipped to the cab like a little kid and hopped in the backseat. “The Doubletree Hotel at Military Circle Mall in Norfolk.” I directed him to the hotel I’d stayed at during my arrest. I needed to return there to pick up my car.
    As soon as the cabby pulled up to the hotel, I paid him, hopped into my car, and made my way to the interstate, headed back to Columbus, Georgia to my parents’ crib to pick up my kids. I’d gotten my own little crib in Atlanta, but I rarely spent any time there.
    As I was driving, the scene from New Year’s Eve kept playing over and over in my head. The two things most disturbing to me were, one, I’d witnessed Touch getting shot by Calico, and two, I was so damn close to death myself. I knew in my heart that Calico would not have hesitated to put a bullet in me just as fast if he knew I was that chick that robbed him of his money. With that in mind, I began to reflect back on the agreement I’d made with Detective Tarver. What the fuck have I done? I wondered to myself, realizing I had made a big mistake. I’ve just given myself a death sentence. Calico is gonna fucking kill me. I’m never gonna make it to court .
    My brain started racing, and my nerves were starting to get the better of me. If Calico found out I was an eyewitness, and planning to testify against him, he would make sure I didn’t have a breath left in my body, come the trial date. As paranoia set in, I began constantly looking in my side-view and rearview mirrors to see if someone was following me. I was beginning to feel like a fucking lunatic fleeing from the crazy house.
    For a moment I could have sworn that a tinted-out black Tahoe was following me. I was so shook, my tank was on empty, but I refused to get gas. When I finally was forced, I circled the gas station two times to be sure no one was following me into the station. I pumped my gas and jumped back on the interstate in record-breaking time.
    As I continued to drive, my brain was constantly plagued by this whole Calico situation, so I decided to give Detective Tarver a call.
    “Tarver,” he answered on the first ring.
    “Hi, this is Sasha Williams. I just worked out a deal with you on that case involving the shooting at Club Encore in Virginia Beach.”
    “Hey, Sasha. What can I do for you?”
    “Well, I was wondering if Calico would be informed that I will be testifying, because I’m a little worried about my safety.”
    “Well, we will inform him there is an eyewitness, but we won’t reveal who until the court proceedings. But you don’t have to worry. Once we get our hands on him, he will not be coming out, and until then, we will do all we can to make sure you’re protected. Don’t you worry.”
    “Okay,” I said, still not feeling any more confident than I’d felt before the call. Actually, I felt worse.
    I knew, after talking to the detective, there was no way I could go through with the deal we had negotiated. These days it was easier to beat the system than the streets. I could buck on court and be on the run and live to tell about it, as opposed to testifying against Calico and not even making it to court.
    Now that I’d made my mind up that I wasn’t going to court to testify against Calico, nor my charge for that matter, I had to put an escape plan into play. I knew it was nothing to change my look, get a new driver’s license and relocate. I could easily go someplace like Jamaica and live with no problem. I knew a few people there. Plus, I would be in heaven, with so much