25 year old Shawn Carter also known as Hov in the drug dealer streets is a famous king pin. He has been notorious for selling crack-cocaine, murdering fellow rivals, and dodging prison time. However things may come to a change when a certain person...
"Where I hang we don't say no names. If you talk to cop I stay away from you. Keep your mouth shut in them investigations. You'll be out the station in a day or two."
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"You know Rodney it's better to say something than nothing at all." I said to him as I opened my bottle of Sprite. I usually try to stay away from pop but my thirst needed something strong.
All Rodney did was stare me down as I took a sip of my sprite. We had been in this investigation room for at least a half an hour and he has yet to mumble a word. I have offered him free donuts, a large coffee and even allowed him to smoke his cigarettes and yet no words has been spoken. Not even a thank you.
Sighing I placed my pop down on to the table and picked up the file that I had. It was information placed inside there that I knew I was going to need and was happy I took the time to research this. If Rodney wasn't going to speak on his own then I knew I had something to make him talk. He was going to tell me what I needed to know one way or another.
Clearing my throat, I looked up at him. He was staring intensively at me. As if he was daring me to say something to him. I smirked at that. I love a challenge. "So, Rodney a week ago your brother and his two friends were shot during a drive by shooting. When I asked did you know who did it, you didn't say who but you did say a certain person named Tip should be investigated. And now you have been shot as well. I'm wondering if this Tip person is determine to give out warning shots to you and everyone you know to basically scare y'all."
"I mean if he could he would have killed y'all correct?" Still nothing. I nodded my head at the silence. "I get it. You know you don't want to be the one who snitches on their enemies or friends. I totally get it. The slogan still remains right, Snitches get stitches? Well it looks like that already happened to you and that's even before you opened your mouth. But what you don't know is that I can protect you if you would cooperate and tell me what happened. Who shot you and if that was the same person who shot your brother and his friends. If you gone head and reveal it then starting today you have full protection by the DEA."
"Fuck I look like being a rat." Rodney finally said after almost an hour of being quiet. "I ain't no bitch. Enemy or not I ain't saying a fucking word. Just like I told your bitch ass partner when he came to the hospital. I don't know shit and I didn't see shit."
"But yet your walking around with a bandage shoulder. You were shot in your own home. Nothing was stolen nor did it look like a burglary had taken place, so still you don't know shit and didn't see shit either huh?"
Rodney smack his lips and waved me off, "Man gone somewhere with that. I live in the project so you know how that shit go."
"I don't so you should tell me. Was Tip also known as Clifford Harris the one who came into your apartment building, knocked on your door, waited for you to answer, all to shoot you in the shoulder and leave?!"
