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put her daughter in a foster home, that she gave them everything on Dollar except his blood type.
    When the detectives arrived at Dollar’s mother’s apartment, she told them that her son was at work. She told them that they would be wasting their time with any questions they might have had for him because her son was a good child and didn’t even as much as hang out with the wrong crowd.
    The detectives waited outside the apartment in an unmarked car until they spotted Dollar walking up the porch. Dollar never saw the detectives approaching him.
    â€œDareese,” one of the detectives said to Dollar. “Are you Dareese Blake?”
    â€œYes, uhh, no, uhh,” Dollar stuttered. His smooth, suave stance must have only worked when dealing with females.
    â€œAre you Mr. Dareese Ramelle Blake?” the second detective asked. “Aka Dollar Bill!”
    â€œI’m Dollar,” Dollar replied.
    â€œWe need you to come with us. We’d like to ask you a few questions regarding a robbery and triple homicide.”
    The detectives might as well have punched Dollar in the gut. A sharp pain darted through the pit of his belly. Dollar’s head began to spin. He was dizzy to the point of fainting. There had to be some mistake. No way was this shit about Cartel and his boys. What did anybody care about some low-life criminals? No, this had to be about something else, some local shit. Yeah, it had to be. He hadn’t been involved in anything local. He’d made it a point not to be, so he had nothing to worry about. He just needed to stay cool and calm.
    â€œWill you come with us, please?” the detective asked Dollar.
    As Dollar’s eyeballs floated about the sockets, for a split second he thought about running. Did he have the strength? Where would he run to? Where would he hide?
    â€œDareese, Dareese,” Dollar’s mother began to shout from their living room window.
    Dollar turned and looked at his mother in the eyes. It was as if her worst nightmare was manifesting right in front of her eyes. Dollar refused to make it worse by attempting to run and forcing his mother to see him get shot in the back and die right before her eyes. That would be the final straw for her. That would be the death of her for sure.
    By this time, one of the detectives had sensed Dollar’s temptation, pulled his gun out and placed it hard against Dollar’s back.
    â€œGo for it,” the detective threatened Dollar. “I dare you to try to run. Every time your mother comes outside, do you really want her to see her son’s blood stains in the cement until the rain washes it away? Go for it!”
    Dollar took in a deep breath and then exhaled. “It’s okay, Mama,” Dollar said. “It’s nothing, Ma. I’ll be back in time for dinner.”
    â€œDareese, baby, what’s going on? Klein, Klein,” Dollar’s mother began to call to Klein who had been in the bedroom studying.
    â€œWhat’s wrong, Mama?” Dollar could hear Klein asking. Shortly thereafter, Klein’s head peeked through the window. “Dollar, Dollar,” Klein shouted.
    â€œIt’s okay, man,” Dollar replied. “You take care of Ma. I’ll be home soon.”
    â€œDollar, Dollar!” Klein continued to shout. “What’s going on, man? Where they taking you? Please, Dollar. Please don’t leave us. Don’t you leave us too.”
    Dollar could hear Klein’s voice cracking. It was breaking his heart. He wanted to break down right then and there, but he had to pull himself together.
    â€œWho does the King of Diamonds represent?” Dollar said to Klein.
    â€œWhat?” Klein asked as tears ran down his face.
    â€œIn a deck of playing cards, who does the King of Diamonds represent?”
    â€œMan, I don’t know.”
    â€œYes, you do! Yes you do,” Dollar insisted. “I got twenty-five dollars for you when I get back.