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“What time?”
“Ten.”
I glanced at the clock on his dashboard before looking back at him.
“Aight.”
It was almost showtime, so I sat back in the seat and put my seat belt on.
“He told me come alone,” he said.
I shook my head.
“Not gone happen.”
Tahari looked over at me.
“I’m going,” I told him.
“I figured you would.”
“Then why you telling me he said come alone?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Because that’s what he said. That don’t mean that’s what the fuck I’m doing.”
I nodded and leaned back against the seat. At least we understood each other. I wasn’t about to sit around waiting for him to come back and tell me what happened, especially when Ghost had already done enough damage to my family.
“What you thinking?” I asked.
Tahari rubbed a hand over his jaw before answering.
“I’m thinking this shit should’ve been handled a long time ago.”
I couldn’t disagree with that. He had spent weeks looking for Ghost while Pops was learning how to stand again and Maliah was trying to get comfortable doing things she used to do without thinking twice. Now Ma had just gone through emergency surgery bringing my little brother into the world, and instead of being able to enjoy any of that without worrying, we were still dealing with the same nigga who had caused half the problems in the first place.
“And I’m tired of looking over my shoulder wondering what this nigga gonna do next,” Tahari continued. “He already showed me he doesn’t give a fuck about who he hurts.”
“You think he knows we found out about Penelope?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“Because he followed her into a building full of cameras. Her daddy got security checking everything, and they already found the car he left behind.”
“He ditched the car?” he asked with a frown.
“Yeah. Penelope told me earlier.”
He shook his head and looked through the windshield.
“This nigga moving sloppy.”
“That’s what I’m saying,” I agreed.
“And now he wanna meet,” he said with a sigh.
I studied him for a moment.
“You think it’s a setup?” I asked.
