Cold War

29

Katrina slept peacefully in her queen sized bed until the sound of her phone woke her up. She groaned as she reached for her phone that was laying on her dresser.

She looked at her phone screen causing her to squint her eyes because of the brightness. She noticed it was the police department and sighed, wondering what mess Trey gotten into now.

"Hello?" She answered before letting out a yawn.

"Is this Katrina Jones, the mother of Tremaine Jones?" An officer asked.

Katrina rolled her eyes, she was tired of hearing that line every other month.

"Yes, what did Trey do now? I'm on my way." She said as she turned on the lamp.

"Ma'am, that wont be necessary."

Katrina furrowed her eyebrows, "Why is that? Did he do something serious?" She asked as she put on her comfortable pink house slippers.

"I'm sorry to inform you ma'am, but your son has passed."

Katrina paused for a moment hoping that she didn't hear right, "What?" She asked.

"There was a shootout and your son was involved, unfortunately he was a victim of the shooting." The officer explained before letting out a sigh.

Katrina's heart felt like it was ripped out of her chest when she heard that, "No-no, not my Trey." She said trying to control the tears that were escaping her eyes.

"I'm so sorry ma'am." The officer said trying to comfort her, but it wasn't working.

Katrina dropped her phone and fell to her knees. She cried uncontrollably hoping that the information she received wasn't true.

"Not my baby!" She yelled from the top of her lungs.
**
"Do you know anybody that could've been involved?" The officer asked Amontae for the fifth time.

Amontae ignored the question again staring off into space. He didn't understand why he was at a police station instead of being home. He wanted to be by himself, after all he did lose his best friend.

The officer sighed, "I know this is tough for you. You just lost your best friend and you're hurting. But if you answer these questions, you can find justice for Tremaine."

Amontae wiped away another tear before looking up at the officer. He didn't want to snitch on Bone, but he was right. Maybe they could take Bone off the streets and he wouldn't have anything to worry about.

"He goes by the name Bone, that's all I know." Amontae said before looking down.

He knew it was Bone who shot Trey. He could tell by his fat physique and by his voice. He was plotting the whole time and got what he wanted.

The officer cleared his throat before writing down the name.

"Thank you, Amontae. We will help find justice for your best friend. You can go home now."
**
The drive back home for Amontae was heartbreaking. Memories of him and Trey flooded his head and he couldn't get them out. Him and Trey weren't blood, but they sure were brothers.

"Man fuck!" Amontae yelled hitting his steering wheel making his car honk.

"What the fuck man!" He yelled as tears began to escalate down his face again.

He didn't wipe them this time. He just let them flow. He was having mixed feelings, he was feeling grief and anger.

He was angry because he wanted revenge on Bone badly. But all he needed was the right plan—the right plan to kill Bone.