The Final Play by Shelly Ellis

Author:Shelly Ellis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2019-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Ricky

Ricky cocked an eyebrow as he watched the two undercover cops in the elevator compartment. The blonde, whom he was supposed to call Vanessa, finger-combed her hair into place as the elevator ascended, checking her reflection in the gold-plated double doors. The buxom black one, who called herself Candy, leaned forward and shoved her hand into the lace cups of her bra. She lifted one breast then the other. She jiggled them around, making her caramel-hued skin quiver. When she was finished adjusting, she stood upright, smoothed down the front of her low-cut blouse, and met Ricky’s assessing gaze.

“Can I help you?” Candy asked, glaring at him when she realized he’d been staring at her the whole time.

Ricky shook his head and stifled a laugh. “Nothin’. Don’t worry about me, sis.”

“I’m not your sis,” Candy hissed. “And you look like you had somethin’ to say. Go ahead and say it!”

This time he did laugh. “You’re so worried about your tits, but you might wanna focus on that wig on your head instead. It’s on crooked.”

She frowned and glanced at her reflection. Her short auburn wig was off; it sat too far back from her brow by about a quarter of an inch, showing her real hairline. She shifted it forward and glanced at him again. “Good attention to detail,” Candy mumbled. “Thanks.”

“No prob,” Ricky said. “Happy to help.”

The elevator dinged and came to a halt. A few seconds later, the gold doors opened, revealing the cream-colored hallway leading to Dolla Dolla’s apartment.

“It’s showtime,” Ricky whispered and then gestured toward the open doors. “Ladies first.”

At those words, the undercover cops’ demeanors changed. They pushed back their shoulders, painted on smiles, and strolled out of the elevator in front of him. He took a deep breath and followed them into the hall, letting the elevator doors close behind them.

When he’d met the two women a few hours ago, he hadn’t been convinced that they were right for the job. One of them had come in wearing sweats and a baseball cap. The other looked like she’d just rolled out of bed and wore no makeup. Her hair had been in a sloppy bun. Seeing how they looked, he had pulled Detective Ramsey aside.

“You motherfuckas are tryin’ to get me killed,” he had whispered shrilly into the detective’s ear. “If that was the case, you could’ve just shot me back in that field in Virginia. You didn’t have to make me come back here!”

“What are you talking about?” Ramsey had asked.

“I mean what is this shit? I told you that they had to be some bad bitches, or Dolla would never believe they used to work for me. This ain’t it, bruh!”

Ramsey had closed his eyes and held up his hand. “Don’t worry. They clean up nice. They both have worked undercover vice as escorts. Just let them get dressed and put their faces on. You’ll see.”

Ricky had paced the room for a good hour, waiting for the magical transformation Ramsey had promised.

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