Anthony sat me back down on the bed and handed me the bottle of water. Forcing me to drink it. “You’re f*****g crazy,” Mr. Darryl lamented while shaking his head in disgust.
“You’re going to walk into an obvious ambush and risk Robert Charles, all because of this treasonous black bitch.”
“No!” I shouted back at him. “I’m going to do the damn job Robert Charles hired me to do.”
“I’m doing the mission Robert Charles was formed to do in the first place. Save the black family.”
“If I’m stupid for going to do this, so be it.”
“By your standards, none of us are even remotely redeemable or even worthy of Robert Charles’s sacrifice. Not me, not you, no black person would be. Not even that damn drug addict Eric Davis. Yet, I’ve killed a black person to try and free him from prison. I have done
