IT WAS A NORMAL day in New York, crackheads walking the streets and crowded roads. The only strange thing was the undercover cop that was walking through a apartment complex swarming with gang member.
"Aye, bro." A man with a red headband tied across his forehead walked up to Detective Rodriguez. "Who you is?"
The cop held a bag of food, "Doordash."
Surprisingly he brought the lie and let him through, watching closely as he walked up the stairs until his name was called.
"Get the door, Anthony!" A woman's voice was heard from the apartment he knocked on.
Seconds later the door opened revealed a young- dark skinned boy who holding a game controller in his hand.
"You got the wrong house, I ain't order no Wendy's." Anthony informed, about to shut the door but a hand held it open.
Rodriguez pulled his badge of his pocket, showing it to him. "I'm not a doordash guy, i'm a cop and I need to ask you a few questions."
"Oh hell nah—
"What's going on?" An older woman peeked her head through the door, sizing the unfamiliar man up curiously.
"I'm Officer Rodriguez, your son isn't in any trouble but he could have a piece of evidence that could lock away someone really dangerous."
"Mama, i'm not no snitch." Anthony refused.
"Boy you better answer this officers question or snitching is gonna be the least of your problems." His mom bawled of her lips.
He sighed in defeat, folding his hands and waiting for the questions.
"Have you ever heard of someone that goes by the street name Killa?" Officer Rodriguez asked.
"Killa?" Anthony widened his eyes. "Nah, i'm not doing this, i'm not getting murdered because of you!"
"So you heard of him?"
"Everyone heard of him, and everyone knows not to fuck with him, whoever he is, unless you wanna die!"
"He's not gonna hurt you, Anthony, I swear." Rodriguez assured.
"Why would I trust you, you're a cop."
"That's fair." He nodded his head. "I'm not hear to earn your trust, I need to know if you still have that digital camera from last year."
Anthony knew he still had the camera, but he also knew the streets rules, you snitch you die.
So if he was gonna snitch he was gonna get something out of it. "What do I get?"
"What do you get? Are you seriously trying to ask a police officer for money?"
The young-boy just stared at him, waiting for him to give in which he did like expected.
"500."
"A band."
"Fine. Get me that camera and i'll give you your money, i'll be here at the end of the week." Rodriguez informed.
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