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029

Tristen Geovanni Escoffery/450 22
Safehouse
December 16, 2:35 pm

"Wah?"

"Bossy wi get a link seh yow there is a possibility yuh Oman aunty and uncle dead"

Possibility that mean to seh them nuh muss dead but mi cya tell Tania a wah gwan.

"Babe a wah happe?" Tania raised her eyebrow.

"Wull on b"

"Suh Weh that supposed to mean Soji?"

"It mean seh there is chance them might still alive and there is chance them might nuh alive" he repeated.

"Search fi them still and mek sure yuh have man out pon the streets a night and mi will deal wid the police fi mek them patrol a night time to"

"Ah bossy"

I hung up the phone and gave Tania back her phone and now I was wondering how am I going to tell her about the new information.

"Babes Uhm Suh" I scratched my twist and looked at her confused face "Come wi gah supermarket and do the hair shopping"

"Breda tell Har what the fuck?" My subconscious shouted.

Mi nuh know how fi tell har.

"A wah happen pon the phone?" She asked as she got up off the couch.

"Nun really a just sumn wid the don sumn nah fi worry yuh self" I lied.

"Yute!" My subconscious shouted again.

"Oh mi ago write one list fi shopping or wi nuh need one?" I watched her ass swing freely in my Nike shorts.

"No mi nuh think suh just fawod nuh" I mumbled.

"Yuh too miserable" she commented.

"Yah rub off pon mi" I rolled my eyes.

Tania pulled on one of my Crocs that was big on her feet but she wore it anyway.

We both walked outside got in the car and drove out.