CHAPTER X Afraid
The night fell and Carter pulled into the parking lot of the Chicago Police Department, he knew that what he was about to do was going against street code but he didn't care, he knew that he didn't want to kill Mirko but he wanted him far away from him and his family for eternity. He put his phone in his pocket and climbed out his vehicle then went inside of the station, the officer at the front desk was on the phone handling a call, Carter sat down in one of the chairs right across from the desk and waited for her to get to him.
"May I help you?"
"Yes.... I wanted to know who could I talk to about making reporting a m-m-murderer."
"Well you can definitely talk to me, who is the murderer."
Before he could answer, his phone rang and he picked it up, the caller ID said that it Mirko. He quickly declined and continue to talk but it rang again, and that's when he got a text from him.
Mirko: Wyd at the police station? I know you ain't bouta turn ur self in because of that shit you did last night. Come outside man... let me talk to you.
Damn! Carter cursed to him self in his head, he wondered how Mirko even knew where he was but he remember that they have always shared locations for certain emergencies. Carter shook his head from side to side and looked back at the officer.
"Are you going to tell me their name?" She asked breaking him from his train of thought.
"Um I'll be back with more details. I'm sorry to waste your time."
"Are you sure? If you are in any type of trouble or no that wrong is being done you are safe to tell us."
"I'm good." He said before he went outside and seen Mirko's car parked directly in front of the building, he went up to the passenger side and looked at Mirko through the window.
"What's up man?"
"Get in." Mirko said, and Carter did just that. He couldn't look at his brother or even stand his voice, he wanted to shoot him in his face right, then and there but didn't even have a strap on him.
"So what made you came here?" Mirko questioned, even though in the back of his mind he already had an idea. He knew that Carter wasn't dumb enough to tell on his self about the murder he commited last night, plus Mirko went back to the house and seen that some of his things had been messed with, not to mention that the mirror was shattered, all of those signs told him that Carter knew something.
"I wanted to know if they had any update on pops death." He told a fib.
"Oh alright.... Man you know I can find that out and I still got whoever did it."
Carter nodded his head and kept a blank expression on his face. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Low key... I just wanted you to shoot this play with me later if you down. It's money on the floor." He said in a low tone.
Carter bobbed his head, but knew better to know that this was just a play. His heart told them that Mirko was out to get him next but he was going to get him first. "Yeah I'll go with you man, let me just go by the house and make sure Camille alright, she hasn't been feeling very real."
"You sure you just don't want to roll with me? I can bring you back here to get your whip."
"Nah ima just meet you there...you said later right?"
