Gun Page #3

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- To who?

- To everyone.

Whoever killed Mr. Ali Tyrell...

wanted the law-enforcement community to

know that

that would never lead back to him.

The pressure's on us

to get a conviction in this case.

I want you all to circle around the streets

to all your contacts.

Wherever this guy is,

that's where we want to be.

- All right, let's hit it.

- We'll be in touch.

- What you want?

- Whiskey, straight.

Another.

My man Johnny D asked me to stop by

and ask for a guy named Clinton.

What's up? You looking for company?

Yeah, I'm looking for a guy named Clinton.

You know what Clinton looks like?

Are you Clinton?

Then f*** doesn't matter to you?

You need to back your ass up out of here

before you get f***ed up.

Hey, yo. Come over here.

It's cool, it's cool. I know him.

Go get Dante, man.

- Angel Hawkins.

- Richie Taylor.

Have a seat.

Times change.

It's been 10 years, brother,

- Man, I ain't seen you since...

- I remember.

So what's up? Talk to me. How you been?

You know the drill.

Got out, went back in, out.

I get it. So what you into now?

- Crime.

- Crime?

Crime.

Hey, this is my man Angel. This is Clinton.

You already met Dante.

- We're gonna talk about that sh*t later.

- That's a nice hit.

Hey, Mona, think we can get

some cognac over here?

- Here you go, babe.

- I appreciate you.

No doubt.

Let me know if you need anything else,

all right?

Thank you.

Let me tell you

about this motherf***er, man.

About 10 years ago, I was working

muscle for this cat Carl Stewart.

Used to run blocks south of 44th Street.

Angel here was running point

for his distribution.

Suddenly, the cops show up.

Had to be a rat involved.

Don't nobody know

how the f*** they knew where we was at.

So sh*t go crazy.

Motherfuckers start shooting. Pow, pow, pow!

You know me, I hit me a couple niggas

right away. Boom, boom!

They light the joint up before the cops

could actually kick the door in.

Come on.

Angel here helped me out of there.

- Got me out of a 20-year stretch.

- At least.

That's one thing all us street niggas

got in common, hear me?

No matter what color we are,

we all hate the cops, man.

You got that right.

So what you say you came in here for?

Looking for something clean.

You still enforcing?

No. It's personal.

You looking for somebody

to handle it for you?

No.

No, I can take care of it.

Me personally, I'm more of a revolver guy,

but this should do.

Toss it in the river when you're done.

No, this one's on me.

Thanks a lot.

If you're ever looking for any work,

anything like that...

It's here, man.

I could use a guy like you.

- Thanks, Richie.

- You got an open invitation, man.

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