Godsend #12 by K. Elliott

Author:K. Elliott [Elliott, K.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Urban, 90 Minutes (44-64 Pages), Thriller & Suspense, United States, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
Amazon: B00AIABQQE
Publisher: K.Elliott
Published: 2012-12-03T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Headache had second- and third-degree burns on his face and chest. He had started talking to Brian and Needles, or at least answering some of their questions. But when Brian returned with another soup that had been boiling in the microwave for 18 minutes, Headache told them everything. Every damn thing.

And now, Brian and Needles were on their way to Sheronda’s place. Needles was in the passenger’s seat trying to reach Echo by phone again. “Neither one of them is answering. Got any suggestions?”

Brian said, “Yeah. Stop calling them. See if you can reach Sheronda, and think of something to keep her there until we arrive.”

Needles made the call, allowed the phone to ring six times, then said, “No answer at Sheronda’s place, either.”

Brian sighed. “We’ll have to wait on her ugly ass to show up.”

* * * *

The bedroom door was wide open, so Darrice just stepped inside with the long knife clutched by his right side.

Echo pulled out of Sheronda as soon as he detected some movement in his peripheral vision.

Darrice said, “You didn’t have to stop fucking my wife on account of me.”

Echo eased out of the bed and stood in front of the doors of the walk-in closet.

Kiandra sprang from Sheronda’s face and stood on the other side of the bed. Her eyes darted from the stranger to Echo a few times.

Sheronda scrambled out of the bed and cowered behind Kiandra near the window. Her face was wet and her ponytail was loose now. She said, “Darrice!” She saw the butcher’s knife. “I just wanna pack my things and go live with my momma for a while.”

Darrice said, “Bitch, what’s that got to do with you fucking a nigga and a bitch in my bed?”

Echo said, “Just put the knife down, Mr. Foster, and we can all go our separate ways.”

His erection was gone and he made no effort to cover himself. “Nobody has to get fucked up.”

Darrice said, “I disagree. You fuck my wife in my bed and think I should let it slide. Everybody in this room will pay.”

Echo needed to get to his pants or Kiandra’s for access to a gun. He heard his cell phone chirping in his pants and said, “I need to answer that. It’s important.”

“Step this way and I’ll bury all of this knife in your chest.”

Echo was looking around for something he could use as a weapon. He opened the top drawer of a dresser that was near the walk-in closet, quickly dumped all the sexy undergarments onto the floor, and looked at Darrice again. “This is your last chance to drop that knife and let me answer my damn phone.”

Darrice said, “Maybe my wife hasn’t but I’ve had enough of your goddamn mouth!” Then he rushed toward Echo with the knife.

Echo held the empty dresser drawer with two hands. When Darrice swung for Echo’s face, Echo blocked the blow; the knife scratched the bottom of the drawer. Echo then banged the drawer against the man’s forehead, sending him backward a few feet.

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