Aye Des, you got that info on ole boy yet?" I asked Des over the phone while driving home.
"Yeah babe I got you. I'll have some info on that party on Friday too." She said. I knew she was referring to the drop.
"Say less." I hung up.
When I got home, I didn't see Melly or Bullet. I took a shower, changed into my Milano men's sweats, and headed to Keon's trap. As soon as I pulled up I saw one of Trap's cars. I walked inside and saw him staring at the spot on the floor where Keon was laying. There was blood on the floor that came from Keon's mouth, knocked over prescription bottles, and papers everywhere.
I didn't say anything. I simply stood beside him and analyzed the scene myself. I noticed the prescription bottles were opposite from where Keezy's chair was. There was also an indentation on the velvet rug in the living room. The living room is strictly prohibited since that was his grandmother's favorite area before she passed. No one ever crossed the threshold there for 3 years. Not even Keezy.
I walked slowly to the rug. I noticed Trap look over and watch me go toward the living room area. I go to Keezy's closet to pull out his Canon T6 and insert an sd card to take a photo of the carpet. I also noticed a frame knocked over beside the television in the living room. Trap and I looked at each other in confusion. I snap another picture.
Trap never crossed the threshold. He turned around and opened a flap on the tile floor where the work was stashed before the ambulance came. Still not saying a word, he opened the bag and placed all the bottles on the table where Keezy was sitting in his wheelchair. While he was doing that, I began to notice other strange things that are not like Keon.
"Tell them niggas they better be 30 minutes early or they putting they own money on they head." He said calmly before slamming the door shut. In other words, if they weren't there before 6:00pm, what he was going to pay them for the job will be paid to someone else to kill them. I knew he was serious because he never went back on any of his words for the 13 years I've known him.
I know I can't tell him that we were going to be meeting at Jayda's with London, especially about this situation. Keezy was just 20 years old and looked up to Trap as a big brother so I know this is sensitive for him. After a few minutes of brainstorming alone, I go back home to grab a few things to take to Jayda's. I forgot to grab Angel's charger from Keezy's house as she left it earlier so I turn back around.
Approaching his house from down the street, I notice a black Mercedes sprinter on the side of the house. I park about four houses down and pull out my phone to hack his security camera. I see a man about 6'3 wearing all black and a mask only exposing his eyes. He took pictures of the inside without touching anything. I knew it wasn't forensics as it was ruled as an accidental overdose and he was alone in an unmarked van. After 10 minutes of taking pictures, he left. I saved the video and sped to Jayda's.
