CHAPTER 47
DONNA
Donna walked past a pickup truck and caught her reflection in the shiny, black paint. A pair of jeans two sizes too big, an oversized and over-washed sweater, a pair of dirty white Nikes, and a bonnet was the uniform of the day.
She walked over to a house in the middle of the block and stood at the entrance of the chain-link fence and waited for an invitation to approach the dilapidated porch.
You would think she was waiting to see the president the way his weak-ass team of saggy-pants-wearing thugs guarded him while he had a conversation on the phone that was probably no more important than his next piece of ass.
The fat dope dealer ended his call and waved her over. Donna dug a twenty out of her pocket and walked over to the porch. “Lemme get two,” she requested.
The man in charge nodded his head toward a thinner man to his right. Donna gave him the twenty. He took the money and looked her up and down. “Man, you would be a ten if you wasn’t on that shit.”
“Mm-hm.” Donna licked her lips and wiped them with the back of her hand. “Can I get two?” she repeated.
Thin man pointed to the end of the block. “Around the corner.”
Donna left and walked to the corner. A whistle had her walking toward the strangest thing she’d seen in a long time. It was an Asian man selling dope on the west side. And he wasn’t selling weight, but tiny foil folded packs for the sole purpose of hand-to-hand transactions.
“Roy?” she questioned as she approached. The closer she got, the more she noticed his obvious African ancestry.
“Yeah, come here,” he told her.
Donna walked behind a house with him. “Kenzo said you had something for me?”
“Yeah.” Roy grinned. “I got a sister that’s a whore and a right-hand man who likes to pillow talk.”
“And what’s the right-hand man talking about?” Donna asked.
“Yuoko Kon.”
“Tell me about him.”
Donna listened as the dealer gave her the rundown on everything Kon. Once he had spilled all the tea, she smiled and completed their hand-to-hand transaction. Though Donna had no need for the heroin he was holding, she slid Kenzo’s confidential informant a couple hundred dollars and took it anyway.
Roy tilted his head and looked at her as if he were seeing her for the first time. “You need anything else?” he asked while checking her out through a squint. “Anything at all?” His voice had turned strangely deep and lustful. Donna laughed at the sudden change.
“No, thanks. I’m good.” She turned and jogged down the street before he could drop his next line.