Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) by BlaQue

run the risk of
some angry car owner busting one at their asses for their car.
    Once I drove around to the loading docks
where Benny had told me to meet him, there were some guys smoking
cigarettes and talking shit. I cut the engine on my car and got
out. Just as I was trying to decide which one of the greasers I was
going to ask to go get Benny, he walked out of the docking bay.
    ‘YaYa what it do?” He said walking towards
me with a big grin on his face. You would think he was eyeing me,
but he was really peeping the car.
    You see Benny is just like Nicholas Cage in
“Gone in Sixty Seconds.” He had much love for the cars he lifted.
He had some kind of relationship with them. I almost felt sorry for
his wife. She always came in second next to a car.
    “Hey Benny. You can stop drooling over my
car; my baby is not for sell.” I said. The car I got for you is a
Lexus 430. You can send your folks to get it today.
    Benny’s eyes widened at the sound of a
Lexus. “What you want for it YaYa? Better yet, what’s wrong with
it? Ain’t nobody just gonna’ give away a Lexus that ain’t got no
problems.”
    “Look it was my boyfriend’s car and he got
murked last night. I need the money to handle his funeral
arrangements.” I lied. Benny knew what my family was about and he
knew damn well that I didn’t have to sell a car for some bread, but
hearing that my boyfriend got murked seemed to erase any
reservations Benny had. Just like that I gave him the address to my
house where he could pick up the car. I told him where the keys
would be and everything. He gave me ten grand for the car and gave
me an extra five for it being a no hassle transaction. I was more
than half way to my goal of twenty-five thousand. I guess some was
better than none. I would go and retrieve the rest of the money and
give the mysterious men with revenge and murder on their minds,
what they felt was rightfully theirs.
    I hadn’t seen too much of my father and Neko
lately and spending time with them meant a lot to me all of a
sudden, being that my life could have ended last night. I figured I
would take them out for dinner at the Gaylord at The National
Harbor. I heard the food was pretty good and there was a lot to do
at the Harbor. I pulled into the garage of our home and saw that
Papi’s Lexus was still parked in front of our home. I hopped out of
my car and walked back to the driveway and popped the trunk of the
Lexus. I don’t know what made me do it, but I felt like going
through the car was in my best interest before Benny’s people’s
arrived to take it.
    What I saw nearly knocked the wind out of
me. The trunk contained four black leather bags. Two of them
contained raw uncut cocaine and the other two bags contained neat
stacks of cash that was bundled up. I looked around because I was
out in the open and I knew I wasn’t always as alone as I had felt.
I slammed the trunk closed on the car, hopped in the driver’s seat,
cranked up the engine, and pulled the car into the garage next to
my own car to inspect the contents of the Lexus in private.
Unbeknownst to me, I had good reason to move the car to the garage
because I most certainly was not alone.
     
     

Chapter 14
    The Legend Nightclub
    Naylor Road
    Temple Hills, MD
     
    Detective Gatsby sat in his unmarked cruiser
across from the Clayton home, eating a glazed donut and sipping
re-heated 7-Eleven coffee. His partner, Detective Lockley, was
sitting in the car with him, playing around on the laptop that was
mounted into the car’s console. Gatsby hadn’t had a good feeling
about the details of the case and decided that maybe they should
watch the coming and goings of the late, Trevor “Papi” Yosemen’s
girlfriend, YaSheema.
    He knew there was more to the whole story
than what the girl was telling. It could have been out of fear, or
it could have been because she didn’t want anyone knowing what had
really happened when the dearly departed met his demise. He had her
tested for