08-07-2020, 01:32 AM
Locker room talk was good with Andre. Kept the mind distracted. He’d rather think about sexy voodoo houngan priests than the rats (or worse) scattering around the shadows. At one point, nervous laughter evolved into genuine humor.
“I once busted a psychic that worked out the back of a hair salon. Her sister leased the place and the psychic worked a folding table back by the sinks. Sold tea, spice, X, and bullshit. When I walked her out, she told me to eat Chinese food. Didn’t think anything about it until a few days later when I stopped for lunch at two food trucks. Side by side. Chinese and tacos. I ate the tacos and that night shit my pants with food poisoning. Turned out, she wasn’t full of shit, but she knew I was!” He barked a laugh without even realizing he just outted himself as police. Then again, he wasn’t a cop anymore. Detectives were a different flavor of street love.
Before he could ram his foot any further down his throat, a scream made his ass pucker. “What was that!” he asked, looking around frantically. The Force quivered. “I’m about to shit my pants again, Mik. What the hell?”
“I once busted a psychic that worked out the back of a hair salon. Her sister leased the place and the psychic worked a folding table back by the sinks. Sold tea, spice, X, and bullshit. When I walked her out, she told me to eat Chinese food. Didn’t think anything about it until a few days later when I stopped for lunch at two food trucks. Side by side. Chinese and tacos. I ate the tacos and that night shit my pants with food poisoning. Turned out, she wasn’t full of shit, but she knew I was!” He barked a laugh without even realizing he just outted himself as police. Then again, he wasn’t a cop anymore. Detectives were a different flavor of street love.
Before he could ram his foot any further down his throat, a scream made his ass pucker. “What was that!” he asked, looking around frantically. The Force quivered. “I’m about to shit my pants again, Mik. What the hell?”