“Hard to blame him, Matt. Not sure he had a choice, considering he knew what happened to his cousin. Daquan, I think, was trying to walk the straight and narrow. But Rayvorris Oliver-your big fan Ray-Ray, homicide number 372-decided the diamond stud meant Daquan was going to get Pookie’s turf in Needle Park, which he thought he deserved, paid a visit to the diner, and. . Well, here you are, Marshal Earp.”
Raychell Meadow came back onscreen.
“Why are we watching this channel?” Payne said, disgusted. “I think I’d rather be back in my drug-induced fog.”
Raychell Meadow, her tone highly dramatic, said: “In a horrific twist of fate, the Reverend Josiah Cross, who was said to have dodged death after gunfire erupted at his Stop Killadelphia Rally on Saturday, was killed yesterday morning. Police report that a forklift unloading a semitrailer full of frozen turkeys to be distributed for Feed Philly Day dropped a pallet carrying a hundred turkeys estimated to weigh more than one ton. The Philadelphia medical examiner’s office said death from blunt force trauma was instant.”
The screen then showed a pudgy male’s face.
“Ah, now there’s one of our fair city’s shining stars,” Payne said, “attempting to appear mournful.”
Raychell Meadow’s voice-over said: “Philadelphia City Councilman (At Large) H. Rapp Badde, who sponsors the annual event at the Word of Brotherly Love Ministry in Strawberry Mansion, issued a brief statement. .”
Onscreen, Badde then said: “It’s truly a tragic day for our city to lose such a strong supporter of our citizens. He will be terribly missed, but we take comfort in the fact that he passed as he was performing yet another service to our people. Knowing him as well as I do, I know he would want this ministry to continue. And it will, including the Feed Philly Day, which will take place tomorrow, during which we will give thanks and prayers for all of Reverend Cross’s blessings. I hope to see everyone there.”
Raychell Meadow came back on: “In related news, police sources report that Tyrone Banks, known by his hip-hop artist name King Two-One-Five, who was to perform at Monday’s canceled Feed Philly Day event, was found dead this morning. An unnamed confidential source said the twenty-five-year-old singer was found wearing a Lucky Stars Casino hat and holding a seven of clubs and two of diamonds from a deck of cards bearing the Philadelphia Police Department’s shield on the back and two Homicide Cold Cases on their face.”
Payne exchanged glances with Harris.
“Getting dealt a seven and a two,” Payne said. “Arguably the worst beginning hand in poker. Can’t do shit with it.”
“Kind of like what he did with his life,” Harris said.
Harris gestured at the television.
“There’s more to the story about how they found Hooks dead.”
“I guessing what Sully said-someone wanted to send a message about what happens to those who rob casinos.”
Harris nodded.
Payne impatiently gestured Give it to me with his tube-covered hand, and said, “You’re gonna tell me, I’m sure.”
Harris grinned.
“That microphone he loved so much?”
“That one with the big chrome mesh ball at the top?”
“Yeah. You won’t guess where they found it. .” He paused, then said, “Wait. You’re sick enough that you would guess.”
Payne grinned as he shook his head.
“Well, don’t let your guard down just because Cross and Hooks got their due,” Harris said. “While the good news is you’re out of ICU and going to survive the shooting-”
“The bad is?”
“Your fiancée is going to kill you, she’s so pissed off at you.”