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his keys from the mini bar and went to the corner of the room to retrieve his shoes.
    “Where you going?” Ranae dropped the movies to her side.
    “I’m gonna go get some ice cream and kettle corn from the store right quick.”
    “Oh ok, make sure you get cookies and cream ok? “Sure babe, I will.”
    “Ok, hurry back, I wanna watch the movie, we never get enough time to ourselves with the kids actin’ like they don’t know what time to go to sleep.”
    Sway grinned, “I’ll be back in like 20 minutes.”
    Three hours later, white words scrolled down a black screen as the movie came to an end. Ranae stared at the screen blankly like a woman day dreaming at her office desk. She called seven times, she texted five times. She called the police station and the hospital once. Her emotions varied between extreme worry and volatile anger. Was he alright? Was he laying in a ditch somewhere? Was he laying in a bitch somewhere?
    “It don’t take no fuckin’ three hours to get no fuckin’ ice cream!” Ranae shouted at the 55 inch flat screen T.V.

Over time
     
                  Armando looked across the table at the man who called himself Silk. He wasn’t impressed by the expensive clothes or the small fortune that hung around his neck. Silk had the demeanor of a pimp not a drug dealer, but a drug dealer he was…and a good one at that. Silk had moved up in the dope game. He was now in a position to buy major weight directly from Diego and he had the clientele to move it too. Armando’s broad chest slowly rose as he breathed deep and cracked his knuckles.
    “The call was supposed to come through ten minutes ago, what’s the holdup?”
    “Come on man…it’s jus’ ten minutes, that’s jus’ six hundred tiny seconds.” Silk sucked his teeth.
    Armando closed his brown eyes and rubbed the stubble on his chin.
    “I’ll tell you what Silk. If my phone dosen’t ring in the next 30 seconds…the deals off.”
    “Nigga have some patience, aint no need to get all fucked up behind…”
    Armando waived him off, “23 seconds.”
    Silk put both his elbows on the table and leaned forward, “Armando, how long I been in the game? You know the money will be there man…it aint no thang.”
    Armando stared at him and then peeped at his watch.
    “15 seconds.”
    Silk stood up, “I can’t believe you gon do me like this, 30 seconds can fuck up three hundred thousand? Come on Armando!”
    The cell phone was lifeless on the table as Armando rechecked the time on his watch.
    “Times up Silk, the deals off.”
    Armando snatched a gun from under the table and pointed it at Silk before he had a chance to react.
    Silk raised his hands in protest, “Man what the fuck is wrong with you!?”
    “Nothing is wrong with me…you should have been on time.”
    The gun jerked back four times as bullets entered Silk’s chest and stomach. His eyes widened with surprise as he stumbled back clutching his ribcage. Blood spurted from his mouth staining his bone white suit.
    “You f f fuckin faggot.” Silk gasped the words as he wheezed uncontrollably, before he collapsed on the floor.
    Armando stood up and looked at Silk’s body. He shook his head in disgust…just then the phone rang.
    “Armando smiled as he answered it, “Hello.”
    “The money has been transferred to your account now where can we pick up the product?” The voice sounded breathless coming from the phone.
    “What are you talking about?” Armando questioned. “What the fuck you mean what am I talkin’ ‘bout? Where is the fuckin’ dope nigga?”
    “The person I was supposed to speak with should h ave called ten minutes and 30 seconds ago, so I don’t know who the fuck you are. You must have the wrong number.”
    “What about the money nigga!”
    “What money? Armando hung up the phone.
    Cocaine, cash, and Armando were never in the same place at the same time. Everything filtered through third parties on their end. That’s the way to stay clean