Piggy Rocks the Party that ROCKED his Body: Perilous Piggy

Drell immediately got up from his post and walked towards them. Chad Blair smiles. Alvin Ray remains stoic. "Piggy, you better tell this cowboy who I am. This ain't what he want." I bit my bottom lip and contemplated for a sec. He shouldn't underestimate Drell but I KNEW what Blair was capable of. I knew that I would always be handy with steel but still why do all of this in the hospital? "Drell, baby, it's okay. He's cool." With his back turned towards me, I could see a lot of tension in his body. I remember one time my mama telling me that you don't come between men when they're having a pissing contest. You got back so as to not get wet. "Bae, Imma go get me something to drink. You want something back?" "Bring me an ice cold Dr. Pepper." He looked back and smiled at me. Drell then mugged both Blair and Ray before leaving the hospital room. "What do you want Blair? And Alvin where the hell you been. There was a missing person's report out on you last I checked." As Blair got closer to my bed, the scent of Havanna Cohibas and Happy cologne permeated the room. "What brings you here, Blair." He set the Loubou box down. Alvin Ray kept close to the door. "Rumor through the department was that you were dead, Coyle. I couldn't believe that." I looked Chad Blair dead in his eye. He turned away from my stare. "That was done on purpose. We still don't know for sure who is really responsible. We thought it best to let whomever did this to believe that I was dead." Chad Blair knew the way this business worked. I was tryna read him. Find out why he was really here. Can't lie though. It was hard for me to focus looking at that Christian Louboutin box. My nipples hardened and I started salivating. See it had to have been thirty days or more since I had gotten high. All the people that had visited me over the course of my stay here had brought flowers, cards and balloons. Things like that. None of them had thought about feeding my habit. Chad Blair noticed my shaking. "Its been a while huh, Piggy?" It was at these times when I felt I was the most vulnerable. I licked my lips and I tried to inch my way to the box. Chad Blair scooted it within my grasp. I opened the box. There they were. The coveted Daffodil pump. Closed toe. Five inch heel and very red bottom. My heartbeat sped up. "Easy, Piggy. You laying in a hospital already. Pace yourself. I brought em for you. I know what you need." My pupils I'm sure were now dilated. I moved the thin sheet and I saw that I had on a pair of the hospital footies they give you. It was hard for me to move as I had an I.V. in my arm. I pulled the footies off glad to see that my mama had made sure I stayed pedicured. My toes like my nails were painted a pretty candy pink color. "Allow me, Piggy." Blair slip one shoe on. I could see my veins raise. He slipped on the other and I was transformed. The sensation came on so fast, my nose began to bleed. Colors of teal, peach, and purples was all around me. I ran my hand through my blonde locks, glad that my mother and Meika B had taken care of them. Every other day, Meika would be at the hospital washing them with dry shampoo and my mother kept them fluffed and soft with Mixed Chicks misting spray. Louboutins always got me high. It would be violent. I could feel my body convulse. "This shit is crazy, Chad. Is she gone be ok?" "Yeah, she'll be alright. I was tryna explain to you about this. This girl been addicted to shoes for a long time. It can get this bad. Courtney is one of the worst cases I've ever seen." I was high as shit but I could still hear them talking about me. No longer did I have an I.V. in my arm. Dressed still in a hospital gown, I could see myself sashaying in the Daffodil pump. It was closer to an outer body experience. My cell ringing brought me back. "Courtney." "Piggy, are you by yourself?" "No." I hear panic in Meika B's voice. "Piggy is Chad Blair there? If he is play it off." I wiped blood from my nose and answered. "Yeah bae, I got it. Thank you." "Piggy, Arnissha Lynn is behind this foolishness. Blair and Starsha Danielle helped her set it up. He might be there to finish the job." "I see, oh ok then, well now is not really the best time for you to come now." "That's a bet Piggy, I'm pulling into the parking garage now. Where is Drell? Are you dressed?" "Girl yeah, I'm dressed. Comfortable just like I like it." I giggled for good measure. "Rule with an iron fist, Piggy. Don't stop until you hear it click!" I bit my bottom lip. "You better know that." She hung up. Chad Blair moved closer to me. "Coyle, who was that on the phone?" I felt the steel of my pistol. "A friend. She's been itching to come see me. Not really up for her company right now though." He was tryna read me. Alvin Ray spoke up. "Blair, my old lady calling me, Imma step outside for a minute." Blair nodded. When the door opened, I didn't see any other of the officers who had stood post outside. It made sense. The commotion I'd previously heard was Blair pulling rank. He had sent them away. Wondered where Drell was. Didn't matter. Chad moved closer to me. He smiled. "I always thought you were beautiful. But I always knew you were poison. Look at your eyes. A woman ain't supposed to have eyes like yours. They like Shannon Monet. You're tainted." "So they sent you to finish me huh, Blair." He now had a Beretta with a silencer attached to it. I slowly pulled the hammer back on my .40. If I fired everyone would hear. "There's no fear in your eyes Courtney. Why? Here it is you about to die, and there is no fear or even remorse for some of the things you've done." "Not built like that I guess." I'm high as shit but I still have got a clear shot. I have a clear shot of him before he fire one off in me. I know that Texas Tea is seconds from entering my room. A knock on my door. "Who is it?" "Brian." I knew my Piglet was with him. Loud as I could I said, " More Than the Air I Breathe." Blair cussed. Turned his gun at me. Brian came through the door with his .40 and Blair's brains were sprayed against the window, my blood pressure monitor and the TV mounted on the wall. I didn't blink. Shell casings would match my weapon. I laid there frozen. Another body I had added. I just remembered thinking how hard would it be to get brain matter off of these Daffodil pumps. Brian kissed my forehead. Grateful that we had come up with that code. Nurses and Doctors were in my room and the chaos began. Tameika sat in the lobby patiently playing auntie to my Piglet. Rule with an Iron fist. Houston was mine and nothing and nobody would come between that. I texted Texas Tea two words: Alvin Ray. She responded back with one word: DONE. I answered four million questions while the father of my son quietly stood over me as my protector. Love comes in some unorthodox forms sometimes, but I was the lucky one. Good Directions played on my little radio and I smiled as they prepared to put me into another room as my current one had just become a crime scene. I looked down at the sheet covering Blair's body. No twenty one gun salute for him. Don't you just hate dirty cops?

Love and Louboutins: It all comes back to Piggy

"This food is horrible!" I spit what was supposed to be Salisbury steak into a napkin. No wonder people in the hospital were sick. It has been three days since I'd come out my coma. I feel like I had just been sleep. I wanted only those close to me to know my condition. The rest of the world thought I was dead. That was fine by me until I knew exactly who had done this. They effed up big time. Brian was on his way with my piglet in a minute and my mother was here continously fussing over me. I knew this had been hard on her. She looked older than I remembered. "Pooh, you still have got to eat. Here let me dress it up a lil bit for you." She pulled little packets of salt and pepper out of her purse and sprinkled it on my food. Fed a forkful of it to me and it was sooo much better. Thank God for mamas I tell you that. I had spoken with Texas Tea and I wanted to cry at the elation in her voice. I loved her more than she knew, Donny Hathaway. His live performance of that song was playing in my room. Meika B was truly glad to hear from me and said that she would be up here pronto to put her eyes on me. Let's see... What do I remember about that night? Well I remember I was at Denny's about to eat with Drell. There was fools tryna come in and rob it. I stopped all that shit though. One of the goons claimed I had killed his brother. I'm sure I had something smart to tell him. I remember kissing Drell and the rest is bleak. They say I'm lucky to be alive. My face is still bandaged. Drell has been here the whole time I heard. "He's crazy about you, Courtney. There ain't no doubt about that. It's funny. We talked about how y'all used to bicker back and forth in grade school." I smiled. Who knew that Drell and I would be in this position. I had expected him to be long gone back to Mississippi by now but according to my mother he hadn't left my side since the accident. How did I get so lucky? HPD had sent over flowers just about everyday. My captain came and saw me yesterday and he brought over pictures of the crime scene. My Camaro had of course been totaled. I saw the picture of my body laying on the ground. My blood boiled. Initially when the paramedics arrived on the scene, they couldn't detect a pulse. CSI immediately begin taking pictures of my mangled body. Mangled. That's the way it appeared on film. I kept hearing Mike Walker's voice reverberating in my head. "Lil one, rule with an iron fist." That's exactly what I would do. I felt pretty good though all things considering. I was a lil sore in some areas and I was so ready to have these bandages removed from my face. Drell walked in. "Damn, bae. I'm so glad you okay." I smiled. He bent over and kissed my lips. There were still sparks when we kissed. I looked into his eyes and I saw me in them. Realistically, I was into a lot of things I had no business into. I still had a path that I needed to stick with. Like it or love it I was going to do just that. Symona Lisa popped in my head. I had made plans to include her and Pure Vengeance Accessories into the Embassy's blueprint. I'm telling you her accessories was appropriately named. When haters saw you with them on it made them hateful and vengeful towards you. She made me some Texas Girl earrings in the shape of Texas. People constantly asked me questions about them.Want to know where I get em from. How much are they. Does she custom order. Yeah my Baltimore lady had a niche and I wanted to help expand her empire and make it a part of mine. My mama stepped outside to use her phone. Drell was able to get my phone and purse at the scene. I turned my blackberry and there were a flood of texts from my Embassy. Well wishes and we gone get whoever did this texts. I smiled. It felt good knowing I had so many people who loved me. Bits and pieces of that night had started to come back to me. I remembered that as I walked towards my car after kissing Drell good night, I thought I saw Starsha Danielle. Didn't think much about it then. Went on ahead to my car and that's when the explosion occurred. Now that was an important piece of the equation now. Soon as I saw Tameika I would let her know. "Fix your face. What's wrong with you? I'm okay." He rubbed his braids and looked at me. It was at this very moment I realized how physically attracted I was to him. I moved to adjust myself and get comfortable. I then thought about the childhood story of the princess and the pea. You remember she could never get comfortable in her bed with just a small pea in between her mattress? Well I was just the opposite. For here behind my hospital pillow laid my Smith and Wesson .40. Princess Piggy seldom slept without hers. I smiled at Drell. "I got it for you at the scene. Figured you needed it." I heard a commotion outside my door and then it opened. Chad Blair. My old partner and a MF I did not trust. Alvin Ray was with him. My .40 was now in my lap under my bed covers. I could smell blood and I don't have to tell you that it wasn't mine I was smelling. My senses heightened when I saw that Chad Blair had a Louboutin shoe box underneath his arm. I needed it...

The Symona Lisa Will be Transplanted via Piggy's Parcel Service

I should have told my Texas Lady not to waste money on a ticket for me. I don't fly. I mean I am the flyest one but I don't fly. So I traded her first class ticket she bought for me and I used that money for expenses. I would stay at the Sheraton Astrodome. It got really great reviews. I rented a Suburban and I decided I would drive down South. It had been more than thirty days since I had talked to Piggy. I was surprised when all of a sudden I received a phone call with a Houston area code. It wasn't Piggy. "Symona Lisa?" "I'm listening." The voice on the other end chuckled. Her voice was thick and sultry, but it was comforting. It dripped of macaroni and cheese with collard greens. This was a woman of the south. Her accent was as thick as Courtney's. "My name is Tameika Benford. I work with Piggy. I really needed to get in touch with you." I poured myself a glass of wine. I looked around my Baltimore studio. I was on my way. Like it or love it. Barely twenty one, I had built my company from the ground up. I was doing what I loved to do. I stopped hustling. Selling dope was going to get me killed but my keen sense of fashion would take me places. It had. I now had merchandising offices for Pure Vengeance Accessories in New York, Miami, Dallas and soon Houston. Courtney AKA Piggy had sent me an awesome blueprint on how she could and would incorporate my accessories with her shoe business. Not only that she had spent good money with me on some original pieces. I designed for her Texas shaped earrings with close to 10,000 crystal stones each. Money had been no factor to her. Crazy thing is I was really interested in what they were paying Houston cops these days. That's what she did for a living. Tameika Benford went on. "Ms. Lisa, something bad has happened. Piggy has been in an accident. Now she's gonna be fine but I know that she wants you all 's plan to go as she had initially planned." I didn't know what to make of this. You see I knew the way the game go. I had many conversations with Piggy and she only mentioned two people she trusted. There was a Shannon Monet and a Texas Tea. "I see, Tameika?" "Yes." "You have to appreciate my position on this. Piggy ordered thousands of dollars of merchandise that I am personally supposed to see to. We've spoken alot over the course of six months and she's never mentioned you. I will be more than happy to contact Texas Tea and discuss furt- I heard that infectious laugh of hers again. "Tameika? What's funny? I don't get it." "That damn Piggy. You see I am Texas Tea. That's my code name." I had still had suspicions. "She gave me a code phrase, Tameika. What is it?" "Manolo Blahniks are in every season." There it is. She was legit. I thought it was odd at first that Courtney would have a code but I know this game can be dirty. We went on discussing the future. I lay back on my queen sized bed. Here lay my sketch book where I came up with all my beautiful designs. My Ipad lay in the bed and my B-more Beretta lay next to a now empty bottle of wine. This was my life. I'm young successful beautiful and single. It's okay. I know the right BOSS is out there for me. Who knows? I may find him in the Lone Star State. I flipped my Ipad on and Trey comes on singing Made to Be together. I think of simpler times. When it was just me my mama and my brother. We never struggled but we was damn sure living good now. I made sure that Wanda didn't have to worry about a thing. You see my Texas lady had reached and cornered a market. What little I knew about her I liked. I figured I'd support her. I told Texas Tea I'd see her in two days. Call her when I saw the Astrodome. I had even been considering moving down South. Something about em I dig. Don't get me wrong. Because I loved Baltimore and all it had to offer me. I was Queen here. I also knew that a Queen could reign anywhere. I just knew that Courtney loved her city like the air that passed through her lungs. Wonder how she'd react if she ever had to give it up. I heard Texas Tea mention accident. I wonder what she meant. I flipped through the channels on the TV. There it was again. It was a commercial for Courtney Got Somethihng to Say. The writer of this blog promised that by reading this your life could change! It was ongoing story about Officer Piggy and her crew. I had heard from a couple of  my friends that it was okay reading. Coincendentally enough it was set in the land of DJ Screw and the Htown beauty I had come to know as C.C. Maybe I'll go to Amazon and download this blog to my Ipad. May be good reading. I lay back and stare in the mirror. I'm in a Moscato induced stupor. All's well that ends well in accessorizing the world yo.

Piggy Comes To....Be Prepared

I'm five years old again. Back on the porch with my mama. She is shelling purple hull peas. We're in Longview, Texas and my grandmother is in the kitchen cooking up a storm. Shades of red and purple are all around me now. I am sixteen and in high school. I see the cherry red '67 Pontiac GTO my daddy restored for me. I was the only girl at Madison with one like this. I named it Chase. Blues and hues of green. I'm walking across the stage at my graduation from the police academy. My twin and I did it together and my mama couldn't have been prouder. I see Brian and I kiss him. I remember the way I would feel when he would grab my hand. I now see shades of yellow and orange. I am sitting on the floor of my bathroom holding a stick that says I'm pregnant. Crying because I'm scared. Don't know how I will tell 50. We're still young. I'm fresh out of the academy. I'm about to be a mom. I watch him as he kisses his hand and touches my swollen belly. He was elated when he found out. I knew then that neither of us would ever be the same. Together we kiss all ten of Cobee's fingers and toes. Elated that we were parents. I started buying shoes. One pair one day then may three pairs on another day. Not just cheap pairs either no. Madden. Choo. Louboutin. Chinese Laundry. Nine West occasionally.  Finally I copped a pair of Manolo Blahniks and I ain't look back. I moved up in rank through the police department. Youngest in my department's history and only woman. Shades turn to hunter green. I see how my addiction to fabulous shoes turn into my excursion meeting with the DSW ese and my chance meeting with Ivory Albro. I feel funny. My blood is boiling. He double crossed me and it didn't take long for him to do it. Dealing with Albro I run into the love of my life. He's married now but we still have that chemistry. He warns me about Albro. It's because of him the plan is set into motion. I'm at a crossroad and there's no turning back now. I see Tameika Benford's smile and I'm renewed. Almost since the moment we reconnected albeit through Shannon Monet, she has been Team Piggy. She shoots first and ask questions later. Machete Mychelle has never let her love for me die and then there's Melodious. We're blood family and she ride for me too. I hear my mother's voice. "We'll get Rev. Caldwell to do the funeral. I want her dressed in her dress blues a pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes that I'll pick out myself. I hear myself scream out! Nobody reacts. I am listening to my family plan my funeral. My mother cries. "I just keep thinking about my handsome grandson." What's wrong with my piglet? I try to get up but I can't move. I need them to hear me. "I called her daddy and he's coming outta hiding for her funeral." My daddy coming to see me? I felt something pop inside my chest. I could hear the machine next to me buzz. My eyes opened after a lot of light forced them open. My mouth was dry. Eyes open but very sore. Drell was the first person I saw. His face tear strained. I looked around and my mama had her back towards me. She was on her cell phone. There was a small radio that I could hear Bill Withers singing ain't no Sunshine when she's gone. Drell had his head in his hands. I realized then that I was in love with this man. "We're going to take her off life support in about an hour. You need to get up here to say goodbye!" I heard her ask Drell, "I am doing the right thing aren't I? I mean it's been thirty days and the doctors say she's gotten worse." "Mama, let me be the one to pull the plug." She screamed out and up to Jesus. Drell took my hand and rubbed the side of his face. He and my mama both planted kisses on the side of my face. I figured now God has other plans for me. It was all coming back. Now I would focus on getting myself better and ensure that my Piglet knew how much I loved him and then see to it that the Embassy remained intact!

Lynn a Helping Hand?: Lynn's Confession

"Where are my fuckin cigarettes?!" You see I drove around and waited on the explosion. I had my driver take me around on Sampson and you could see it from Southmore. And me sending some goons over to her safe house was a message that I needed to send to Melodious and Texas Tea. Courtney didn't have what it takes to be king. I had been in this game before she was born good and I was not going to let her little ass come in and just TAKE over. I have worked hard at all my businesses. Doing what I have to do to build empires and I couldn't let her come and take that from me. Happy Hair Butter was now on shelves across America. I figure I would lay back let them bury her and then I would make my move. She killed Albro and now I've killed her. Monet was too soft to to do it. She all in her feelings. You see Shannon talk a good game but she didn't want no real harm to come to Piggy. So I took matters into my own hand. This wine is good. Gotta buy this more often. My office is a mess. It was a good thing that I ran into Starsha Danielle's ass too. I think she hated Courtney about as much as everyone else. She was glad to do my little dirty work. She had learned how to put together bombs surprisingly during her bid in the federal penitentiary. Ain't that crazy? She put it together and installed it. Eventually Tameika Benford is gone find out that she had something to do with it. I laugh because I know Starsha had no idea what she was getting herself into. Then there's Chad Blair. Hadn't quite figured out what I would do with him just yet. Something had to be done though. I run my hand through my hair. Man, I had some of the most beautiful natural hair this side of the Astrodome. I can't lie though. Piggy did have some beautiful blonde locks too. Such a shame. I laugh out loud again. I needed to hear some music. Turned the stereo on until I got to Willie Clayton. Wiggle came on and I got up from the chair behind my desk. I was tipsy. Still couldn't find my cigarettes. Oh well. I'll send Swain to the store. Think I'll give myself a deep oil treatment tonight. I was excited because I knew where I was headed. It wasn't no stopping what I could do. She thought Houston was hers. What kind of gangsta would I be if I allowed that to happen? Naw I had to provide for my family just like my mama did. I feel like I need to go somewhere and celebrate. Get out the house. Brock was on his way to me with wardrobe. That damn Brock Casteel could get you anything from shoes, clothes, guns, furniture damn near anything you want. His motto is if he ain't got it you don't need it. "Ms. Arnissha, Brock is here to see you." "Ok Leslie, tell him I'll be there in a second." Checked my reflection in the mirror. Adjusted my boobs. Brock had brought a closet full of things from me to choose from. I greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He laid out a bad Roberto Cavalli wrap dress that screamed Arnissha Lynn. "Brock, you got some shoes that'll go with this dress." I look up and Brock has a gun pointed at me. Tameika Benford walks up behind him. "You gone pay Arnissha Lynn!" Damn, I look around and I can't think of where my nearest weapon is. Brock snatches his dress from my hand. I see his hand coming down on the top of my head. I watched her body crumble to the floor. "Thanks Brock, I appreciate it bae." "No problem, Tameika. Anybody gotta problem with Piggy gotta problem with Brock Shops. Let me get her out to your car. She out like a light." I gave Leslie a hundred dollar bill and I left Big Lynn's compound. See what you don't know will kill ya, Lynn. I grabbed a mint as I mimiced Courtney's sashay out the door.

Melodious Makes it Clear!

Fuck! They're being ambushed. Grab my gauge and I fire out the front window. I had just hung up the phone with Asia and this bullshit go down. I fire one shot! Two more. I peer out the window and I don't see Asia or Machete. The car where the gunfire had opened from was gone. I went out the back door and there was Machete and Asia. They were both fine. They needed help with Shannon Monet. It looked like it was just a body. "Damn, Asia, did yall kill her?" They took her to the back bedroom and laid her across the bed. "Naw, Melodious she just fucked up is all." I noticed how particularly quiet Machete was. "How you Machete Mychelle?" She nodded. No words. I knew she was most definitely taking this hard. Her and my cousin was real close. Damn, I said was. Piggy was gone pull through this. I swear I admired her though. She was my uncles' daughter and she was just like him. When I got the call, it was as if the world had stopped. For some reason I needed to go in to check on my girls. I had to hold them and touch them. They were both asleep. I watched them while they slept and I knew that I would do anything to protect them from this cruel evil world. If that meant going after the motherfuckers bold enough to try and kill CC, then so be it! They laid Shannon Monet across the duvet. Immaculately dressed from head to toe, her hair was laid across her face and she now appeared as if she was just sleeping. "So what did Texas Tea want us to do with her?" Both Asia and Machete shrugged their shoulders. Here we were now caught up in not only murder charges but kidnapping too. I knew that what I was doing was wrong but I felt that there was a bigger picture. I did alright with my career being an investment banker but my side hustle was explosives and now being a part of the Embassy would bring me money that would allow me to retire in a year's time. I'm only thirty one. Shannon Monet stirs. She doesn't wake up but we all know that it will only be a matter of time before she gets completely up. I went to the bar and poured myself a drink. Offered one to Asia and Machete Mychelle. Both accepted. I looked at the two beautiful women who stood near me and I realized that Courtney Coyle had to have impacted them in some kind of way. God she has to pull through! If for nobody else her piglet. I thought about my handsome little cousin and I couldn't imagine him motherless. I went back into the room that held Shannon Monet. We were eye to eye. "Where the hell am I?" I pulled my pistol and I aimed it at her her head. "Sleep well?" Monet had daunting piercing gray eyes and my cousin owned a pair just like them. I looked away but only for a second. Mychelle and Alicia were now standing in the doorway with me. Through clenched teeth, again Monet growled, "Where the fuck am I?" I smiled. "Either the place where you die or the place where you redeem yourself. You decide." I walked up to her. Rubbed the side of her face and then grabbed her by her chin, squeezed it until she bit her tongue. Her blood and saliva ran down my hand. Disgusted but I didn't flinch. I needed her to see my eyes. Piggy was my blood and when she decided to harm her she harmed me. "You're going to die, Monet. Now that could be in a few minutes, the end of today or years from now. Why'd you bomb my cousin's car?" She didn't say anything. Her eyes turned slate gray. Oh so she was gone be tough about it. I rared back and slapped her across her eye. My princess cut ring catching her eye. She didn't make a sound. Spit blood and DNA on the wood floor by my shoe. "Vous aurez a payer pour cette salope." Asia sucked her teeth. "I hate when her and CC do that. Speak English Bitch." I chuckled. Grabbed Monet by her chin again and said, "I'm already paying, Monet. But your debts are about to be settled for GOOD!" I let go of her chin. She laughed. "I didn't bomb Courtney's car. Too sloppy. Courtney is King of Houston. She has a million and one enemies now." I ignored her. But I noticed a look in Machete's eyes. "What's up Mychelle?" She was quiet for a second. "Melodious, I believe her. I don't believe she's responsible for this." A chill went over my body. "Ladies we need to talk and not around her." It was time for an emergency meeting. I dialed Drell to check on Piggy. I got no answer. Texas Tea called to say that she was on her way. So we would wait. I went outside to have a cigarette and there was Starsha Danielle outside. "So she's dead huh?" I flicked an ash and said, "Who you talking about?" "Piggy." I thought about how to answer this. "Yeah she's gone." "Michelle, she was in over her head and I can't tell you I'm sorry that she's gone. Somebody put a bomb in that Camaro of hers huh?" Now how in the hell would she know that. The police had been real careful about releasing information on Piggy's accident. The only reason we knew was because Drell called us. Luminal. If Starsha had assembled that bomb or even placed it there, there would still be remnants of trace chemical on her. Maybe Starsha Danielle wanted a drink. I didn't give her a choice. She turned her back to me and I stuck my .380 to her temple. Took her .45 from out her waistband holster and guided her into the house. Her car was still running and I could hear Anthony Hamilton's Dear Life playing from the stereo. "Machete and Asia, we got company."