Blood is thicker than water- a phrase many have heard and implemented in their everyday lives. For the Knighton brothers, it was more than just a phrase. For them it was a motto, their creed. It meant that nobody, friend or love interest, was above...
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J O S E L I N E TWO DAYS LATER FIVE pm
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"Find anything of substance in there?" My mind drifted to the letters briefly, before I fixed my gaze on Greg. He was inspecting the dozens of pill bottles I'd stolen from Black's apartment. I shook my head, deciding that those letters would stay in my care for the time being. Greg glanced at me from the corner of his eye. "You stripped the place and all you could find were mood stabilizers and antipsychotics, huh?" I slightly rolled my eyes.
"Look, Black don't keep too much shit around. Even when we were together, the nigga didn't have many personal possessions— not that I knew of anyway."
"Which is exactly why I sent you into the apartment to find things like that. Everybody keeps some kind of memento of who they were or who they are now. You mean to tell me, you found nothing that would expose his past to us?" I looked at him with a straight face and shook my head. To my surprise, he got up from the kitchen table and stood directly in front of me.
"If you aren't being honest with me, I'll find out." He spoke sternly as if I were a child instead of a grown ass woman. "Evidence tampering carries a sentence of up to five years in a federal prison. How do you think prison Orange would look on you, Joseline?"
"I don't know and I damn sure ain't gonna find out!"
"Wrong. You will find out if you're screwing around with my evidence. You may say that you didn't find anything else but you and I both know that's a lie. When I need that evidence, you better hand it over without protest. If you don't I can assure you that your hundred dollar weaves will be thrown in the garbage and you'll be rocking prison cornrows for the rest of your days. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal." I spoke through gritted teeth.
"Good." He walked back over to his table and took a seat. "Now, this young woman who saw you— did you take care of it?"
