SHE HAD JUST ABOUT had it with men tonight. First, her drugged-out son pulls some drugged-out thug s**t on her in her own damn house. Dad was off in Florida visiting her aunt. Carlos was stuck at HQ picking up her slack while she took time off. Imani's boyfriend was working graveyard at the hospital and wouldn't be home for hours. Warren was the only one left to help with this boy and he cared more about looking at her ass than looking for her kid. Well, there'd be no ass for you, buddy. None at all. Nope.
She hung a left at the end of their block. Maybe he'd caught the subway instead. A distant siren wailed and chills slid down Noelle's spine. Two in the morning. High on whatever. No ID. She started to jog. Warren must have temporarily forgotten what happened when little Black boys ran
