CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Man.” E.Z. patted the table in the interrogation room. “How many times we gotta go over this s**t? I didn’t take no girl to Ferritin Hospital. This s**t makes no sense.”
“You’re right.” Connie paced. “And your lies are making it worse.”
“I ain’t lying.” He jumped up in his faded black hoodie. “I don’t know s**t about no caller or that woman.”
She touched the g*n on her waist. “Sit down.”
He pouted and then plopped in the chair. “s**t, I’ve done my dirt, but I paid for it.” He scratched his corn rolls. “Just wanna blame the nigga.”
“This has nothing to do with your race, E.Z.”
“This dude calling you, is he black? Yet, I’m sitting in here being bullied and not some white guy.”
“The nurse said you were the one who brought the woman in with a stab wound.”
“And I keep
