Chapter Fifty-Eight
Fifty-Eight
Chevy rolled in and out of her Percocet-induced haze, sometimes muttering obscenities, other times laughing out loud, but mostly snoring like a black man after a long day and a fifth of Thunderbird.
Dr.Chin strolled in and was visibly stunned to see us. He quickly moved his eyes to the clipboard he was carrying and said, “We’re just going to keep her overnight for observation. She’ll be released tomorrow morning at about eleven.” He then turned and rushed out.
I just shook my head, stood up, stretched, and was about to suggest that we leave when Noah snatched the remote control from my hand, frantically pressing the volume button as he said, “Isn’t that Kendrick, Crystal?”
We all looked up at the television to see a ragged-looking Kendrick peering menacingly into the camera. He was handcuffed and being shoved into the back of a police cruiser by two officers.
Roz Abrams was at the scene:
Police said they’d received an anonymous tip earlier that day and sent detectives here, three hundred West Seventeenth Street, a luxury loft apartment building in the Chelsea section of Manhattan.
Authorities walked in to find two men fighting. One man was Kendrick Greene. The other man has been identified as Abimbola Lenguele of the Nigerian Doshi drug cartel.
There were more than eighty vials of the highly addictive drug Hades in the apartment, as well as assault weapons.
Police are still searching for another member of the Doshi cartel, a woman, one Cassius Maynard.
The studio floated a glamorous picture of Cassius in the upper right-hand corner of the screen.
Noah and I looked at Crystal, our mouths hanging open.
Crystal couldn’t seem to stop her eyelids from blinking.
“Are you okay?” I ventured, walking over to Crystal and throwing my arms around her and embracing her in a warm hug.
“I’m fine,” she said, hugging me back. “To tell you the truth, I think I feel relieved. Is that wrong?”
“Of course it’s not,” I said.
“So I guess Ms.Drama was telling the truth?” Noah said, pointing down at the snoring Chevy.
“Yeah, I guess she was,” Crystal said, bending and giving Chevy a loving kiss on the cheek.
“Damn,” Noah breathed as he shook his head at the television screen. “You never know what’s going on behind someone’s groove, huh?”
“Ain’t that the truth,” I said.
Crystal nodded in agreement, and then her face broke into a sunny smile and she said, “I think I need a drink—what about y’all?”