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"Squito I got a question." I said.
"I'm listening, is it about food?" He asked.
"No-Damn...i'm listening." He said.
"So with all the victims their blood was drained, how did you do that?" I asked.
"You said they gave you everybody file except for me, dennis, and Braxton right." He said.
"Yeah." I said. "They haven't had a reason to look you up." I said.
"I wanna keep it like that." He said. "They know why i can't get caught that's why we play our cards the way we do and every thing gotta go a certain way. That's why they don't know my real name and they cool wit that just in case we do get questioned and my name come up that'll live up to the expectations of the feds." He explained.
"That they don't think you hang with them for real."I said and he nodded. "So no offense but how do you know how to drain blood from somebody?" I asked.
"I really do hate that you work for the feds cause you really be fed as fuck right now sis you gotta tone it down." He chuckled.
"I'm sorry, this not about the case i really am curious on how you do that." I said honestly.
"I'm a nurse practitioner." He mumbled. "And no i don't be stealing equipment to do it, i buy it online." He said.
"That's good for you, omg." I smiled and he chuckled. "When did you start studying for that?" I asked. I was intrigued now because i would've never thought that, it's interesting especially with what he does with Mahzi.
"I was Seventeen when i applied to a RN program, it ain't shit for real." He shrugged. "I'm 23 now."
"Yes it is, you help people medically, you need to give yourself some credit." I said.
"I also kill people medically so put two and two together i can't give myself that much credit if i wanted to." He chuckled and my face softened.
Squito is a whole nurse and Mahzi has a chiropractic degree but they kill people for fun. They some smart ass people.
"Just cause we do what we do don't mean we don't got nothing going for ourselves. I can see why they got a file on my brother though." He chuckled.
"Brother?" I asked.
"Draco." He looked at me like i was dumb.
"Y'all brothers- it makes sense now." I put two and two together. "But yeah they know he's studying to be a ballistics technician." I said.
"That lil nigga love guns and shit like that." He said. "We ain't have a choice but to do some wit our life, my mama wasn't going for no bullshit." He added.
"The more y'all tell me the more i think of excuses and ways for me to make them think y'all don't have the time do what y'all did." I said.
"When this case is finished y'all need to leave these lifestyles behind for real, y'all smarter than they think." I said and he shrugged.
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