When Jordan woke up, Rocky and three of his boys were in the room with him. “That bitch,” Jordan said. “I knew she was no good. Jeanna! Jeanna! Where the fuck is she?”
“She was outta here as soon as I got here. From the looks of it, she’ll be gone for a while.” Rocky laughed.
“All that shit she broke outta here with,” one of his boys said.
“Damn,” Jordan said as he reached under the pillow.
“Lookin’ for this?” Rocky asked and held up Jordan’s gun. “She handed it to me on her way out the door.”
Everybody laughed, even Jordan. Still, he knew what a fucked up situation he was in, lying in bed, unarmed, butt naked with three killers around him.
“What you want with me, Rock?” Jordan asked.
“Warren Miller. Where is he?”
“I don’t know where Miller is,” Jordan lied. “Rock, I swear. I ain’t seen Miller in at least a week.”
“I heard that you was down with him.”
“Yeah, we do some work together.”
“You was with him when he went to collect from Bruce Lawrence.”
“I was there.”
“Where’s the fuckin’ money?”
“Miller didn’t bring you that money?” Jordan asked, knowing that he hadn’t.
“No, he didn’t. That was Chilly’s money, and I think you know that, and that’s why all of you are stayin’ on the low. But it’s cool, Jordan. All I want is Miller.”
“Don’t kill me, Rock. I didn’t know that was Chilly’s money. I swear, Rock. I didn’t know.”
“Don’t cry like a bitch now,” Rocky’s boy said, pointing a gun to Jordan’s head. “It was probably you that raped the kid, wasn’t it?”
“No, no, please. That wasn’t me. It was Blue that raped that girl!” Jordan yelled.
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know, Rock.”
“Shoot him,” Rocky said.
Rocky’s boy pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. “Damn, Rock, I forgot I didn’t have one in the chamber.” He laughed and cocked it before returning it to Jordan’s head.
Rocky smiled. “Now, you were about to tell me where Blue is.”
“Come on, Rock. I’m serious. I don’t know where he is either,” he lied again. He knew exactly where both Blue and Miller were, at least where they were a few hours earlier.
“I’m gonna give you a chance to save your ass and come out of it with some money in your pocket.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I told you, Jordan. Miller, I want him. You were supposed to get four grand from Lawrence. Well, you bring Miller to me and I’ll give you five grand. And do it quick. There’s somebody else lookin’ for him.”
“Guy named Travis Burns. He runs a robbing crew. He’s fuckin’ Lawrence’s sister. You better get him to me before this guy kills him.” Rocky stood up and threw the balled up piece of paper at Jordan. “My number’s on the paper, but you knew that.”
Rocky and his boys left the room laughing, but they left Jordan thinking. If this Burns guy was a robber, then he could use him as bait to get Miller and Blue out in the open where Rocky could grab him. Jordan got up and got dressed.
Once he made his way to where Miller and Blue were staying, he laid it all out for them. He said that he talked to Rocky, but Rocky didn’t know that they killed Bruce Lawrence and took the money. He told them Rocky had been looking for them to give them another job to do, this time in Philly. Then he told them about Travis. “I hear this guy Burns is lookin’ for you ’cause he heard it was you that killed his brother.”
“Who’s his brother?”
“I don’t know. Probably some dealer you killed.”
“You know this guy?” Miller asked.
“I heard of him. I hear he runs a robbing crew,” Jordan said, knowing what Miller’s reaction would be.
“Robber, huh? Then he got money,” Miller said and Jordan smiled. “We’ll get him before he gets us. He’s just another muthafucka to rob. You know where to find him?”
“I know where his woman lives,” Jordan said.
“Is she fine?” Blue asked.
“As hell,” Jordan replied.
“Then she gettin’ fucked too.” Blue laughed.