Chapter 25
RAH
I’d been sitting in that trap car so long my ass had gone numb.
The engine was off, the windows were blacked out, and my breath was fogging the glass.
It was cold, but the rage kept me warm. I knew their routine down to the minute.
Kahlani and Moses moved the same every morning.
I was waiting for him to step outside so I could finish what he started.
When they came out, I watched through the tint like a man reading the last line of a Snellen chart.
Kahlani walked out first with Trent’s hand in hers.
Moses followed, visibly watching his back because he knew I was coming eventually.
He strapped Trent in the back of Kahlani’s car and kissed the baby’s head.
“Yeah, that’s your last time kissing your son, nigga.”
He closed the back passenger door, kissed Kahlani, then went to his car.
I let him pull off. Then I followed him, slow and carefully, off the block.
I knew the block well. I knew where cars piled up at the stop sign every morning.
That point was perfect to light his car up.
I kept distance and watched his brake lights.
My hand sat on the piece in my lap. As we approached the stop sign and cars began to line up, I eased up beside him, matching his crawl.
I slid the window down a hair and let the barrel find his temple through the seam.
Everything narrowed to that tiny tunnel of metal and skin and the soft rise of his neck when he breathed. My finger found the trigger. I could hear my pulse in the barrel.
Then sirens cut through the morning. A cruiser screamed up behind us with lights spinning, and everybody slammed on brakes and jerked to the curb to get out of its way.
I had to move with the flow. The barrel went heavy in my hand, and I shoved the piece back into my lap, then into the holster, pissed that my kill had been disturbed.
I followed at a distance, heart hammering, but Moses got on a side street up ahead and peeled off before I could close the gap.
By the time the traffic cleared, and I tried to cut through, he was gone.
I’d been forced to wait.