One night, for a life time {Complete}

Chapter 21 : The cousin

"Got your mission Kris?" Asked Fuller. "Yes captain clear and easy, the bad cracked head rock girl is back to find the crack dealer" I said with a chuckle. I like being a consultant for the chapel, It's so exciting. "Good you'll be assigned with Booker on this one since all of the others are on cases of their own" he said. "All right, no problem" I said with a nod. "He already knows about the case and he's already in school" he said with a smile. "Okay, thank you captain I'll see you later" I said then vanished from his office. I drove back home, changed into a pair of old ripped jeans, a loose sleeveless shirt and a thin bandana on my forehead, that I tied up a little tight.

"How come your brother Dennis is in school, two days earlier than you ?" asked the secretary, giving me a weird look. "I was at my dad's in Philly" I said, chewing my gum. "Here is your schedule, you're in math class, room 102 first floor" she said, giving me the piece of paper. " 'kay thanks" I said, getting up from the chair. I walked to the classroom and knocked slightly on the door, causing the teacher to stop talking and walked to the door. "Hello sir" I said, looking right into his eyes, as he opened the door. "Hello Miss, you are ?" he asked, making a gesture with his hands for me to come in. "Krystal Baker" I said simply, stepping in. "Everyone your attention please, this is Krystal Baker, Dennis' sister, transferred today" said the teacher, with an eyebrow raised. "Sit where you want" he said with a smile. I didn't even look back at him and sat on an empty seat at the back of the class, next to a black straight mid-length haired girl with extreme pale skin.

"Is it okay if I sit here ?" I asked. "Yeah sure" answered the girl, briefly looking up to me and looked back at her desk. I sat down and dropped my bag on the floor, leaving the desk empty. "You're late" stated Dennis, turning around to face me. "It's not my fault if dad didn't wake up on time" I responded nonchalantly, rolling my eyes.

"So did Fuller give you all the details ?" asked Dennis, looking discreetly around to make sure no one could hear us. "Well he told me that there was a crack dealer we needed to bust and I have to get closer to her, like Fuller said she prefers to sell to tough girls" I explained. "Okay good, see the girl you were sitting next to in the third period ?" he asked seriously. "Yeah?" I answered, resting my head on my hand. "She's our girl" he said, convinced. "But we need the dope to bust her and that's why we need you, since Judy already was assigned to a case" he added. "Right, what's the girl's name?" I asked curiously. "Debra Jefferson a.k.a Debby" he said, mimicking quotation marks with his fingers on the 'Debby' part. "Jefferson?" I asked as my eyes widened. "Uhm okay, and uh.... H...How much should I ask for the dope?" I asked, still confused. I hope she has nothing in common with Blake since she has the same family name. Dennis raised an eyebrow seeing my reaction then cleared his throat. "A pound should be good, you ask for the price and The captain will give you the money" he answered with a shrug and I nodded in comprehension.

After this conversation we acted like I was fed up with him and I walked away with a pissed off expression. I sat on a bench indian style and lighted up a cigarette, looking around. The choice of the bench wasn't a coincidence, I sat here because Debra wasn't far from it. "Hey, you're the new one right?" asked Debra, coming closer with two of her friends. "Yeah, and you are ?" I asked, exhaling the smoke right in her face. "Debby and this is Ricky and Mark" she said with a smirk, the three of them taking a seat on the bench. "Hi" I said, with a small smile.

"Where do you come from?" she asked, stretching her arms, she had black circled underneath her eyes, tough night I presume. "Philadelphia" I said with no expressions. "Ouh Philly, tough girl" she said nodding her head. "Yeah well the tough girl isn't that tough without any dope" I stated, crashing my cigarette against the metallic bench, on a cold tone as if I was in need. "You do drugs?" she asked, pleased, with a smirk, making her friends chuckle. "Yeah why ? you have some?" I asked with interest. "Depends, how much ?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "A gran" I said seriously, staring at her blue deep eyes. "A grand ? well I don't have it right now, but I do have a meeting with my dealer tomorrow, wanna come ?" she offered. "Sure, how much do you think ?" I asked. "I'll say a hundred" she said, rubbing her chin. "Deal" I said with a smile. "Damn to buy a gran that easily, I hope you're not a narc" her friend Marc said, laughing. "A narc? Nah I fuck them" I said in a sassy tone, playing around, making the three of them laugh.