Wrong Answer
(book and online series release)
by author Michael Christopher Blocker.
Edited by Benita Blocker.
2017
Chapter seven
I wake up to a dead phone. I jump out of the bed to put my phone on the charger and head to the bathroom. I must have let it die talking to Rainn all last night into the early morning. I hadn’t been out of her presence a whole ten minutes when I stopped at a red light and called her. She answered the phone with “you took entirely too long.”
I still can't believe that I am still smiling about last night. I take a leak. I hop in the shower. I'm feeling on top of the world. At least, until I realize that I left my ounce at Rainn's spot. Looks like I'll have to raid my roach bowl. I'll get my gas later. As soon as I get out of the shower and walk back into my bedroom, I notice three messages on my phone. They're from a number that I don't recognize. I call the number back and Leslie answers the phone. She's Nasty's old flame. She's calling to tell me that he got arrested last night and needs bail.
I ask how much and she tells me $37,000.00. I ask her who he killed?? Her response was "Nobody fool, he got stopped for his taillight, and they found two ounces of meth in a secret compartment of his car." I ask her if she has ten percent of 37K. She says, "no fool, but you do." I blow out some air and reply "I'd be a bigger fool if I accept your call again "Beeyotch!" Then I hang up.
The next call came from Rainn to say good morning. I replied "It is now." She giggled. So I asked how my favorite girls were doing. She said "Gypsy misses you. She wants to know when you're coming back." I asked "what about you?" She said "Ditto." I laughed then. I explained what was going on, and I told her I'll swing through about 3 or 4 pm. She said she'll be there waiting and we hung up
Now, I have to go and raid my stash away money and see exactly what I have. I can't let my dude sit up in the "jail hell." I know what that's like all too good.
I counted a little over seven bands. Shit! Half of my stash! He had best pay it all back with a little interest. I put the money in a paper bag and lock up my apartment. In my ride, I call the jail bondsman. All of them are sharks, but I guess they got to eat too. I pull up at Richmond County Jail and head straight for the release center. I've already got my I.D., social security card, and money ready for the processing. I hope this shit doesn't take too long. After doing a bid, I hate this scene . . . Damn.
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