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it
was?”
    “Man, I don’t know.” He
looked away and frowned. “I don’t trust no bitch! Fuck that bitch, she probably
set him up.”
    I stood there and
thought for a second. I couldn’t get emotional or I might have done something
sloppy. I decided to leave the hospital since I couldn’t see Ace anyway. I had
some shit to figure out. One thing was for sure; whoever shot Ace laid on him.
I told Duece I was leaving, went in and said goodbye to Ace’s auntie, and me,
Sonya, and Nicole left.

CHAPTER 7
     
    I couldn’t sleep since Ace got shot. It was
the following morning and I was on my way to see him. When I walked in his room
he was laying down watching TV.
    He cracked a smile.
“Big bro, what’s good?”
    “I’m chillin’. You
good?” I knew damn well he wasn’t. I took a seat.
    “Suckas caught me
slippin’. I’m straight, though.” He sat up a little bit in the hospital bed.
“They was gon’ do surgery on my thigh. They say the bullet ain’t gon’ move
though, so I’m good.”
    “Did you see them
niggas?”
    “It was dark, bro. I
was on my way to the whip. They dropped their windows on some weak shit. Ain’t
have the heart to bounce out.”
    He told me Ashley was a
stand-up girl. He said he couldn’t see her setting him up, but he would look
into it. He said he’d talked to Duece earlier that night too. We talked a
little longer, then I told him I’d be back later.
    I walked out of the
hospital pissed. Even though Ace was a strong little nigga, I didn’t like the
fact that someone that close to me was touched in that fashion. I called Duece
to see if he heard anything. He said he hadn’t. I checked with Maria to see if
she was on point for the move the next day. She was at work. I had a lot on my
mind so I stopped by the nearest liquor store, had to get my issue.
    Intoxicated, I drove
through the city in my Yukon Denali, just me and my thoughts. Casey’s number
kept popping up but I didn’t answer. She kept calling so I finally picked up.
    “What’s up, man?” I
answered. I wasn’t in the mood for her bullshit.
    “I think I know who
shot Ace.”
    She had my attention
then. But how did she know? It just happened.
    “And how in the fuck
you know?” I asked.
    “Not over the phone.
Meet me somewhere.”
    She was pushing it. I
really didn’t want to meet the bitch, but I wanted to know what she knew. I
told her to meet me at Chubby’s on Broadway.
    We were pulling in the
parking lot at the same time. She was in the same yellow Impala I had seen down
the street from Sonya’s.
    I parked my truck and
got out. She parked right next to me and got out also. She looked good. She had
on a form-fitting Rocawear outfit with the right amount of accessories—faux
wood earrings, a tiny diamond chain and a ring on her thumb. We headed in and
grabbed a table.
    “So how you been?” she
asked as we sat down.
    “I’m straight. What
about you?”
    “Missing you,” she said
seriously. “Spade, I just want to tell you that I’m sorry for not being there
for you when you was locked up. I was young and I was used to you being there.”
She dropped her head, then looked back up into my eyes. “I wasn’t strong
without you.”
    “It’s all good,” I
stated simply. I felt her, though. “What’s wit’ this textin’ Sonya shit?”
    She grabbed my hand.
“Love will make you do some crazy things, Spade.”
    “Well, that shit need
to stop. I still got love for you but we know what it is.” I pulled my hand
back. She looked disappointed but her feelings were the least of my concerns. I
needed to know what she knew about Ace. I told her to get to it.
    She told me her cousin
stayed two doors down form Ashley. When her cousin heard the shots, she hurried
to her window to look out. She saw a new Camaro similar to Duece’s leaving,
being followed by a Ford Taurus. She said the Taurus had three niggas in it,
but the Camaro had tints.
    The way she said
Duece’s name, and the expression on her face