In an alley deep in the heart of the city, a dirty middle-aged man searched for food inside a dumpster that sat just outside a homely diner. He found only a rotten, half-eaten doughnut and a rib bone with little meat on it. “Ooooh, yeah. My lucky day,” he said to himself as he consumed the dumpster pastry. Evie and Ryan pulled up to the alley in the latter’s rented car and spotted the man, who was pushing a grocery cart full of his collected belongings. “Is that him?” Evie asked. “Yeah, that’s him,” Ryan confirmed, as the two got out and went after him. As they closed in on him, Evie touched his shoulder and spun him around towards them, spooking him. “Who are you two?” Johnny demanded. “Two girls who want to have a word with you,” Evie answered.
“Well,” Johnny said, adopting a seductive tone. “... I would love to talk to you.”
Evie was not amused, repulsed by his yellow teeth, ragged clothes, and foul odor. “Let’s try this again,”- she grabbed him and pinned him against the wall- “We want to talk to you.”
The man is instantly frightened. “Sure, I like talking. Talking’s great.”
“A man was murdered months ago by two white officers. We want names,” Evie demanded.
“There’s a lot of negros gettin’ killed by white cops.”
Evie showed him a picture of Kameron on her phone. “Him. He was murdered.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve seen that guy before. He bought me a banana-nut muffin one time. And I haven’t seen him since.”
“Why?” Ryan asked.
“Because he saw some things.”
“What did he see?” Evie pressed.
Johnny chuckled a little, feeling that he was done answering questions. “Sorry, sweetheart. That’s all you’re gonna get,” he coldly responded. “Unless I get something.” In response, Evie pulled a switchblade on him, visibly not in the mood. “You will get to live,” she viciously threatened while placing the sharp edge against his face. “Now, shall we continue our conversation?” Scared again, the hobo agreed to answer more questions. Ryan, on the other hand, was displeased with her cousin’s methods of interrogation but remained silent. “I’ll ask again; what did Kameron see?” Evie asked. “He saw a drug deal go down, between two white cops and some other dude in a mask,” Johnny answered. Sensing a connection, Ryan showed the terrified hobo the sketch after unfolding the paper. “These cops?” she asked. “Yeah, those two,” Johnny confirmed.
“What drug were they buying?”
“Meta-X, I know it was because the vials glowed like something out of a sci-fi movie,”- he looked back at Evie- “Your man saw the deal, they spotted him, and he jetted, but the cops were never able to catch him. I swear that’s all I know.”
Ryan leaned over to Evie and whispered in her ear something she remembered. “Jordan said that Kameron was acting paranoid as if someone was after him when they went to the amusement park. Guess he was right to be scared,” she whispered.
“Are we done? Can I go now?”
“Yes,”-Evie released him and put away her knife- “We’re finished.”
“Thank God. Say, uh, you wouldn’t happen to be single, would ya?”
Evie said nothing but gave him a cold, browbeating gaze. Johnny got his things and fled from the scene. The girls headed back to the car. “You shouldn’t have threatened him with a knife,” Ryan disapprovingly said. “He shouldn’t have stopped cooperating,” Evie coldly countered. They both reached the car, got in, and took off as they discussed their next move. “What now? I must admit, Johnny was useful, but what he says wasn’t enough. We need more,” the woman said. “Hmm…,”- Ryan thought for a moment until an idea popped into her head- “We could try Devil’s Tavern,” she suggested.
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Angel Girl
ActionFourteen-year-old Ryan Clark has not forgiven her father for the death of her mother because of his history as a drug dealer. Therefore, the drug gives her superhuman abilities, and she must become a hero when the teenagers started dying from her fa...
