CHAPTER TWELVEThree weeks later
Lil’ Joe pushed Pain in a wheelchair as he and Epic strolled the hospital grounds. The two of them seemed to be engrossed in conversation, oblivious to Treasure and Skylar watching them through the window of the cafeteria. Leaves fell from the trees that Lil’ Joe, Epic, and Pain were moving beneath. They went from left to right on their way to the ground where they made crunching sounds as they were rolled over by the wheelchair.
“You didn’t see the nigga’s face or anything we could go on to find ‘em?” Epic asked seriously. He wore a durag and a hoodie that made the outlining of his Kevlar vest slightly visible.
“Nah,” Pain shook his head.
“My nigga was masked up. Every part of him was covered up. All I know is that he was short and black. I knew he was
