Silent Judgment by Zaire Crown

Author:Zaire Crown [Crown, Zaire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2023-10-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-nine

For a while, I just had Zakiya driving randomly just to make sure Muuaji wasn’t on our trail. Even though we had switched up cars, I was still being cautious. My advantage was that neither one of them knew the city that well, other than probably studying a few maps before the mission. I used finger pointing to guide her along an unnecessarily circuitous route through downtown Detroit and the riverfront. While she drove, I kept my head on a swivel, staring paranoid at any pair of headlights that stayed behind us too long.

Once I was sure we weren’t being followed, I directed her to an area right off West Jefferson down by the waterfront. Because he had been sentenced to twenty-eight years in federal prison for corruption, it was easy to discount what Kwame Kilpatrick had done as mayor of Detroit. All the city parks that had sat neglected for decades, overgrown with weeds and used for the dumping of bulk trash, had been cleaned up and renovated. Pretty much had been upgraded with pavilions and picnic tables, swing sets and jungle gyms for the kids; some even had outdoor workout equipment. What had gotten Kwame in trouble was that he had given all those building contracts to his friends, and had received a hefty kickback.

We pulled into Hart Plaza park. We were less than a mile from the Ambassador Bridge, close enough for me to see the head and taillights of all the semitrucks crossing the river over to Windsor. Without me having to tell her, Zakiya backed into a spot that well-away from a streetlamp but still gave us a view of anybody trying to enter and exit. She killed the motor and lights to drop us into a darkness nearly pitch. At the same time, we pulled our pistols from our waists and placed them on our laps.

I pulled my phone, wanting to know why was the UOTA interested in a local talk-show host. It had to be more to it than just her conservative views and hate speech. If that were the case, every television anchor at Fox News would be on their hitlist.

“This doesn’t have anything to do with politics—this is about good and evil. Witches and warlocks. Oaths taken in dark hoods and human sacrifices.” Zakiya dropped that casually like it explained everything, like it made all the sense in the world and didn’t sound bat-shit crazy.

It just reminded me of all the bullshit we were spoon-fed back in the church. Plenty of lethal skills were taught, but what wasn’t taught was independent thinking. My mother had called it a cult back before she left, back before I even knew what the word meant. My father was the type of man who believed in the Illuminati, Bigfoot, and alien coverups. The ideology came from top down, just like the orders. Neither were to be questioned.

Zakiya had been tasked to do this job from the tribal elders. That whole thing about witches and warlocks was probably all they had told her and was the sum total of what she knew.

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