The Evil That Men Do | $UICIDEBOY$ | $CRIM

21: Shameless Suicide

(TW: VIOLENCE, WEAPONS)

Winnie's POV

The ringing in my ears was so loud it amplified how hard my heart was beating. My feet were completely numb as I sprinted after Scott and Ramirez, feeling a sense of dread wash over me, knowing I was going to have to tell them what I just pieced together.

Was I just delusional?

There's no way he's snitching on us, right..?

The more I thought about it, the more it nauseated me.

I saw Scott first in the main lobby, he was scanning the room from the center, being completely obvious. I grabbed him by the shoulder and stood close to his ear. "I saw Shakewell across the street use a payphone."

Scott turned towards me immediately, a frown etched deep within his brow. "Huh?"

I nodded. "I don't think he was talking to our guys..." This prompted him to turn around, spot Rami looking around in the halls on the first floor, and take him towards the front doors. I followed.

We went outside, and who did we run into but Shakewell, conveniently away from the payphone and close to the hotel entrance. I watched the scene unfold.

"What are you doing out here, G?" Scott started off coolly, trying to catch him slipping.

"Catching some fresh air. Just smoked down a stog. Shit's relentless right now." He looked truly somber, which gutted me instantly. It was crazy to see how quickly someone could put on a front. Or did he truly feel remorseful?

"Have you talked to Ruby recently? I can't get a hold of him," Rami asked, his phone magically in his hand. Damn... He had a cover.

"No, I haven't reached out to anyone since earlier. That's weird that he's not answering his phone..." He pulled out his phone, looking at his home screen for any notifications.

Damn... They got this guy good. If he hadn't contacted any of our people, who was he on the phone with?

"C'mon, man, we've been looking all over for you. We need to pack the rest of our stuff up and dip," Scott said, motioning for us all to head back to the hotel room. We all nodded, going back up to our room.

I wish I could say I wasn't excited for what was about to unfold... But I was so fucking excited. Who knows? Maybe Shakewell is the snitch. Maybe he has all the answers we need to getting closer to Gavin... And actually figuring out what Gavin wants.

I was excited to end this bullshit once and for all.

Once we got back in the hotel room, shit hit the fan real fast...

Scott was the first one to interrogate him.

"Do you still have that wallet from the creep at the storage complex?"

Shakewell nodded, getting it from his stuff, and handing it over. Scott examined it, taking a look at all the contents... Which was just the coordinates to the warehouse.

"When did you get this off him?"

"When we took him to the trunk of the car... Why?" Shakewell seemed completely unnerved. I could tell he seemed nervous, and not confused... Like he'd been caught.

"Just didn't notice it, I guess." Given the time of events, I probably wouldn't have noticed either, but still... I can't shake that all he supposedly had on him was a wallet with nothing but a set of coordinates. No identification, no cards, no cash; nothing.

"Why didn't you show us this sooner?" Rami asked.

Andrew looked at Scrim and Rami with narrowed eyes now, suspicion etched into his features. "What's going on?" He looked at me, then back at Scrim. "Do you not trust me all of a sudden?"