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“What did they leave?” She got quiet again. “Milan... what did they leave or what they do for you to know someone been in there?”
“A bullet...”
I stopped walking.
“A what?”
“There’s a bullet sitting on my kitchen counter with a note.”
Whatever little patience I had disappeared. “What the fuck the note say?”
Her voice was lower when she answered.
She said, “‘You should’ve minded your business.’”
For a second, I didn’t say anything. I already knew what the message meant. Whoever killed Sam knew exactly who Milan was, and somehow they’d found out where she lived.
“Get downstairs. Now.”
“I’m going...” This time, I heard urgency in her voice.
“Stay on the phone with me.”
As I got inside my truck, I called Mace from my second phone while keeping Milan on the other line. He answered almost immediately.
“What’s up?” He asked.
“I need you to meet me at the nurse’s apartment. The one that was with Sam that day.”
“What happened?”
“Somebody got inside her crib and left a fuckin’ bullet with a note.”
Mace got quiet for a second. “Send me the address.”
“I will. Call Boog too.”
Boogie was one of my top securities, right under Mace. Quiet as hell, but don’t let that fool you. That nigga was a straight-up killer… a fuckin’ gangsta who stayed down for whatever.
“Bet...”
I ended the call with him and brought my attention back to Milan. “Where you at now?”
“I’m waiting on the elevator.”
“You alone?”
“Yes.”
“Anybody around you?”
“No.”
The elevator doors must’ve opened because I heard movement on her end, followed by the sound of her breathing. She wasn’t crying or panicking, but I could hear the fear she was trying to keep out of her voice.
“You in the elevator?”
“Yes.”
