Death List

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Authors: Donald Goines
and picked up that shit. Now I'm involved down here with the fuckin' police. It's been years, man, since I've had a run-in with a cop. Now, I don't need this kind of shit, but what am I going to do? I sure in the fuck can't sit here at your place all fuckin' day."
    It was the man's tone of voice that rubbed him wrong. Now, even though the law was outside, Kenyatta wanted to get rid of the fat white man. He glanced over his shoulder, then snapped his fingers.
    "Betty!" he ordered, his voice full of wrath.
    The tall black woman came running across the room.
    "Honey, I want you to walk this honky out to his car, put your arm around him, you know, give the impression that he just finished knockin' off some black pussy. The cops are down the block and we would like to fake them out, so make it look good."
    She glanced up at him in surprise. "Okay, honey, you know I wanna do whatever you want me to."
    It was clear to everybody looking that what Betty was doing was something Kenyatta sure in the hell didn't like. He had to turn his back when she took Angelo's arm and went out the door.
    Kenyatta stalked back to his office and slammed the door. He didn't want to be bothered by anyone. Kenyatta gritted his teeth so hard his jaw hurt. It was the first time he'd ever had to use his woman in such a way. He'd rather have had her kill Angelo than walk out pretending that the fat man was her lover.

    Betty led the fat man outside. She put her arm around his huge waist and held him close. She sniffed, then tried to hold her breath. There was an odor about the heavy man that was repugnant to her. It would have been farcical for her to pretend that she didn't smell him, because she couldn't hide her reaction. She pulled away from him quickly, even though she still kept her arm around his waist. But one glance at her face, with her nose turned up, would have been enough for anyone to see the dislike on it.
    As obvious as it was, it went unnoticed by Angelo. He was too concerned with the police car parked down the street. He fumbled in his pockets until he found his car keys, then he attempted to make a convivial social impression for the officers watching. He puckered up his ruddy pink lips and tried to kiss Betty, but she wasn't having any of it. She didn't even want the man to kiss her on the cheek. She broke away from his embrace.
    "It don't take all that," she stated coldly as she backed away from him, still smiling and grinning. The smile never touched her cold black eyes.
    "Well, I'll be a sonofabitch," Benson growled harshly. "Here we fuck up half the morning waiting on this bastard, and all the time he's upstairs playing house with one of Kenyatta's whores!"

    Ryan cursed loudly too. "It looks that way, don't it. He probably came to collect the rent and the broad gave him some cunt for the rent money."
    The two detectives watched the fat man drive past them slowly. It seemed as if he was trying to remove some lipstick from his cheek with a hankie as he went past.
    "Well, what now?" Ryan asked quietly, deep in thought. Something was wrong, but for the moment he couldn't seem to put his finger on it.
    "I don't know," Benson replied. "Maybe it would be better if we went on in. I think I'll go home and have some sleep. We seem to be too close to something not to be gettin' any answers."
    Ryan shook his head. "It's right before us, Ben, but for some damn reason we can't see it. Maybe you're right. After some rest, we might be able to think better. Drop me off at my place, will you?"
    Benson nodded his head in agreement. "I'll pick you back up tonight, say around ten o'clock." Neither man bothered to speak again until Benson pulled up on Carpenter Street and let his partner out.
    "We missed something, Ben," Ryan stated, shaking his head. "I don't know what the fuck it was, but I just got the feelin' that something escaped us that shouldn't have."
    "Maybe," Benson replied. "After you sleep on it, it might come to you." He grinned, then put the

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