The World in Reverse by Nelson Latrivia

Author:Nelson, Latrivia [Nelson, Latrivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: RiverHouse Publishing, LLC
Published: 2013-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

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DeFarious Washington, AKA, Mooky was an easy person of interest to locate. In the heart of the poor but proud community of Binghamton was a small housing project called the Hampton Gardens. The fifty-year old complex was packed with people out on their weathered stoops, watching the cars as they drove pass on the main thoroughfare. Small pockets of drug dealers posted up on the corners, walking from place to place as they flagged down cars. Uniform police officers patrolled the area with their windows down and their shades on and kids ran back and forth on their bikes ignoring the absolutely dismal environment that they were being raised in.

Johnson and Steele parked on Tillman in front of the complex and stepped out into the lava-like heat. Their presence was immediately recognized. Those who were up to no good simply disappeared into the many small cracks and crevices of the area, praying that they were not there for them. Johnson took the lead, walking up the dirty pathway to the small exposed black door of the apartment complex, he looked around before he beat on the door.

“Police,” he said, putting his badge up to the peephole.

He could immediately hear scrambling behind the door. Beating at it again, so hard that the dust accumulating on the edges fell off, he looked back at Steele, who pulled her weapon and walked toward the side of the complex.

“Police,” Johnson said again, voice booming like thunder. The people sitting on their stoops and chairs looked over at him, but said nothing. Finally, the door opened and a small teenage girl with her hair half braided looked out at them.

Johnson bit back irritation just long enough to follow policy and procedure. Showing her his badge, he looked past her into the dark house. “I’m looking for Mooky,” he said, eye twitching. Sweat ran down his brow.

“He ain’t here,” the young girl answered.

“Where is he? Has he been here?” Johnson asked. The smell of marijuana wafted to his nose.

“No,” the girl said with hesitation. “I haven’t seen him.” She tried to close the door a little more.

Johnson knew that she was lying. Placing his hand on the door above her head, he pushed it open. “Do you mind if I come in?” he stared at her. “You sure about that?”

“Yes,” she protested. “Like I said, he ain’t here.” She rolled her eyes.

“You’re right,” Steele answered from behind Johnson. “He’s right here.” Her voice sounded a ragged. Pushing Mooky forward bound in handcuffs, she adjusted her belt and wiped the dirt from her jacket. Mooky appeared to be in pain, evidently from a serious struggle and his lip was bloodied. She pulled out her iPhone and pulled up a picture of Mooky. “This is the same guy, isn’t it?” she asked Johnson smugly. “Or did I just beat the wrong man’s ass?”

“No, that’s our man.” Johnson cracked a smile at how Steele had handled herself. Again, her reputation preceded her. “You wanna invite us in now?” he asked the girl, turning back around.

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