Philadelphia by Treasure Hernandez Read Free Book Online Page B

Billie was sure that criminals were being punished correctly.
    Billie pushed away from her desk and leaned back in her chair. She changed her focus to more important things, like Phareed. Getting close to him seemed damn near impossible. She could help Walter investigate him and hopefully find some way to go after him, but that could take a long time. It was how the old Billie would handle the situation. The new Billie wanted to take immediate action. No wasting time with arguments in a courtroom convincing a jury to find him guilty, then giving him some bullshit little sentence. Billie’s wanted to bring the hammer of justice down on him in her own way.
    She sat up in her seat with an interesting thought. What if she could find a way to get close to this guy and take him down from the inside? Instead of going after him in a roundabout way she could go after him directly. She did it with the other three men she killed, so why not Phareed? The old Billie was intent on getting him in a courtroom and putting him behind bars. She wanted him to look her in the eyes as she slew him in court and brought him to justice. Now she wanted him to look her in the eye while she was literally slaying him.
    Billie smiled as she thought about a new plan of attack. “Time to go hunting,” she whispered.
    Billie printed out all the files regarding Phareed and his associates. She stuffed them all into a folder and placed it in her briefcase. Even though it was hardly the afternoon, she was done working for the day.
    â€œHey, Billie, where you going?” Kevin asked as she passed him in the hall.
    â€œLunch.” She kept walking.
    â€œGreat. I’ll tag along. I’m starved.” He reversed his direction and began walking beside her.
    â€œThis is a personal lunch. You’re not invited,” she coldly stated.
    â€œWell, fuck you too.” He frowned.
    She stopped instantly and shot daggers at him with her eyes. She was about to go off on him but stopped herself and thought better of it. Instead she remained silent and continued walking out of the building. She had more important things to deal with than dealing with a white boy whose feelings were hurt.
    She didn’t really have much of a plan when she pulled out into the heavy downtown traffic. All she knew was that she was seeking justice and it would be served. Billie began cruising around some of the worst neighborhoods in Philadelphia, hoping that she would see Phareed. After an hour of endless driving she realized this was a complete waste of her time. She wasn’t going to miraculously run into him by coincidence. She needed to make it happen for certain. She needed to know where he laid his head, where he liked to party, where he conducted his business.
    Billie turned back to one of the streets where she had seen some corner boys working the block. She was going to get some answers.
    As Billie turned on to the block, she saw the same boys still hustling. She slowly pulled up to the corner and stopped in front of the group of boys. Each boy in the group was wearing the same oversized white T-shirt and jeans halfway down their asses. It was their uniform. The only thing that set them apart from one another was their shoes. Some wore Timberlands, others wore Nikes.
    She lowered her window and motioned for one of the boys. The youngest of the bunch started toward her car, but before he could make any progress the oldest pulled him back by his shirt.
    â€œI got this,” the oldest said. He approached Billie’s car and leaned into the passenger side window.
    â€œWhat you need, beautiful? I’m always ready to help a lovely lady.”
    Billie smiled at the young boy’s attempt to charm her. Looking at his smooth face, Billie figured he was no more than sixteen. Still a baby, she thought.
    â€œHow cute that you are so charming. You can help me by telling me where I can find Phareed.”
    â€œWhat? I ain’t good enough for