"I’ll tell you on the way," Freeze said and took out a Slim Jim and unlocked the car door. After disabling the alarm, Freeze quickly hotwired the car and they were on their way.
When they arrived at Melinda’s condo, Freeze picked out a dark spot to park. He got in the backseat and they waited for D-Train to show up. Nick reached in his bag and pulled out his night vision goggles.
Freeze began to laugh as Nick put them on. "Are those really necessary?"
"Yes, they are. You wanna try them?"
"Yeah, let me see them." Freeze took the goggles from Nick and put them on. "Hey," he paused and looked around. "These shit’s ain’t bad. I can see every fuckin’ thing." Freeze took them off and handed them back to Nick. "You gotta get me some of those."
"I knew a killa like you would like something like these. Make you a more efficient killa."
While they waited, Freeze gave some thought to the fact that he was waiting to get revenge over the killing of a woman that cheated on him, but that didn’t really matter. Like he told Melinda, it was business, it was just business for personal reasons. D-Train had to go. If for no other reason than to make an example of him. Killing D-Train would keep the others in check. It would solidify his position. Black earned his position, earned everybody’s respect in war. Freeze, he had been given the position. That’s why niggas were willing to try him.
Freeze decided that just ridin’ by blastin’ wasn’t good enough. He had to stand in front of D-Train and look into his eyes when he killed him. Melinda told him that if he was coming alone he’d be driving a gold Lexus, if he had a body guard with him they would be in a dark blue Chevy Suburban.
It wasn’t too much longer before Melinda was proven right. "Dark blue Chevy Suburban coming this way."
"How many?"
"Two."
"Makes it easy." Freeze waited until they parked and D-Train got out and went inside. "Wait here," Freeze said, put on his gloves and got out. "Yo, let me borrow them things." Nick took off the goggles and gave them to Freeze. "I’ll be right back."
The driver of the Suburban rolled down his window, kicked 50-cent up a little louder and made himself comfortable. Freeze waited ten minutes before he approached the car. Freeze put the silencer on his gun and continued toward the truck. When he got to the window, Freeze pointed his weapon and fired twice. One shot to the head and the other to the chest, and kept walking toward the building.
Melinda explained to Freeze that she told D-Train that she might be a little late getting there so he could let himself in take a shower and wait for her in bed. D-Train was sorry that he had slapped her and was anxious to make it up to her. Earlier in the day he had bought Melinda a diamond studded necklace. I know she’s gonna love this. He did as he was told, showered, and got in the bed. He placed the jewelry box on the bed next to him and waited for Melinda to arrive.
Freeze unlocked the door with the key Melinda gave him, then made a few scratch marks on the lock to make it look like forced entry. With Nick’s night vision goggles on, Freeze was able to move quickly to the bedroom. Freeze came through the door. "Time to die, muthafucka." Freeze fired six times, hitting him with all six shots. Then he walked up to him and put one more bullet in his head to make sure he was gone. As Freeze stood over D-Train’s dead body, he noticed the jewelry box on the bed. He opened the box. "Nice." Freeze put the box in his pocket and left the condo.
Chapter Forty-three
It had been a long night. While Nick played spy and Freeze did what he does best, Mike and Shy went dancing at Impressions. Both had called Mike and made him aware of the events of the evening. Mike decided that it was time to let Bobby know what was going on. Mike went upstairs to Bobby’s office to make a call. "Bobby."
"What’s up?"
"There’re some things that I need to talk to you about."
"I’m listening."
"Not over the phone. Where you at?"
"Where you at?"
"Impressions."
"I’m on my way," Bobby said and hung up the phone.
It took him a while to get there, but he finally got to the office a little after two in the morning. "‘Bout time," Mike said and stood up.
Shy stood up too. "Just in time to take us home."
"Oh so I’m a taxi cab now, huh?" Bobby laughed and started shuffling toward the door. "Well, sir, ma’am, yous all just come on and go with old Bobby Ray." Bobby stopped. "Bobby Ray, that’s me. I’ll get yous all home just as fast as these old bones and my new Cadillac can carry us." Mike and Shy both shook their heads and followed Bobby out of the club to his car. On the way to Mike’s house, he brought Bobby up to speed on what happened that night. Then Shy asked a question. "Bobby."
"Yes, ma’am."
"Would you stop that," Shy insisted.
"Yes, ma’am, I mean, what you want?"
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"What do you want to know?"
"I know this is none of my business, but I gotta ask you. Are you cheating on Pam?"
Bobby looked at Mike, who shrugged his shoulders and looked out the window.
"I-you see, ah-it’s not-," Bobby stuttered.
Bobby’s cell phone rang.
"Saved by the bell," Mike said and continued looking out the window.
Bobby looked at the display and answered the phone with fury. "I thought I told you that I was busy and I would get with you tomorrow."
"Bobby, it’s Pam." She said mono toned.
Bobby quickly glanced at the display. Pam was calling from Cat’s apartment. This can’t be good.
"What’s goin’ on, Pam?" Bobby asked tentatively.
"I’m at your girlfriend’s apartment. Is Mike with you?"
"He’s right here. Do you want to talk to him?"
"No, I don’t want to talk to Mike. I need the two of you to come here."
"Where is here Pam?"
"Bobby, don’t play with me," Pam said calmly and evenly. "I need you and Mike to come here now," Pam said and calmly hung up the phone.
Bobby dropped his phone and made a u-turn.
"Everything all right, Bobby?" Mike asked.
"Pam is at Cat’s apartment."
"I guess that answers my question," Shy said and laughed a little.
Bobby drove as fast as he could to Cat’s apartment. When they arrived at the apartment and went inside the building, none of them were prepared for what they found.
Bobby got to the door and much to his surprise it was cracked open. He pushed the door slowly and stepped inside. "Pam? Pam, are you here?" The apartment was in darkness, lit only by the street lights shining through the window.
"I’m right here, Bobby," Pam said as Mike and Shy entered the apartment.
"Where is here, Pam?"
"In the kitchen," she answered.
"Is everything all right?" Bobby asked as he got closer to her. Then he stopped and took a step back. "Gun."
Mike quickly stepped in front of Bobby, which caused Shy’s eye to buck wide open. "What’s up with the gun, Pam?"
Pam looked at the gun in her hand. "It’s for killing, Mike. You better than most people know what a gun is for."
"Are you all right, Pam?" Shy asked noticing the look on Pam’s face and the tone of her voice.
"Hello, Shy. It’s good to see you. I hope the kidnappers didn’t hurt you?"
"No, Pam," Shy said. "I’m fine, but I’m worried about you, sweetie."
"You don’t have to worry about me, Shy. Everything is going to be just fine now."
"Why don’t you give me the gun, Pam?" Mike asked quietly as he walked toward her with his hand out.
Pam pointed it at Mike. "Here." Pam said and handed the gun to Mike. "I’m finished with it."
Now that she was no longer armed, Bobby stepped toward his wife again. "Pam," he said softly. "Are you all right?"
"I’m fine, Bobby."
"Where’s Cat?"
"She’s in the bedroom."