CHAPTER 5
OUR FIRST HIT
My target was a rat by the name of Sam Carson. He was a white, middle-aged man who had witnessed a murder at the hands of Winston Battle in the parking lot of a local grocery store one late night. It was my job to track this dude down and figure out when and where it would be a good time to end this motherfucker’s life.
Ava drove me by the house of the man who I was paid to murder. The address Winston’s cousin had given me was in a middle-class neighborhood called Doves Grove, and it was only two minutes from highway 264. Seeing this was like music to my ears. If Ava and I had to make a quick getaway from this white man’s house, jumping on the highway would be our best bet to escape.
In addition to that, I was told that Sam drove the company SUV alone, so I figured killing him in between jobs would be the perfect way to get the job done. “That’s his house right there on the left,” Ava said. She spoke in a whisper-like manner as if someone other than I could hear her.
The house she pointed to was a one-story, ranch style house. The yard was nicely cut and the small bushes around the front porch were manicured to perfection. “Somebody is coming out of the house,” Ava announced, whispering again, and then she turned her head forward. Since I was sitting on the passenger side of the truck I knew I couldn’t be seen, so I leaned my seat back a little and then I casually looked behind Ava’s seat and in the direction of the front door. A white woman with red hair appeared. “That must be his wife,” I told Ava.
“I wanna look so bad,” she said, as she continued to drive by the house.
“You ain’t missing nothing. She stepped out on the porch, picked something up, and now she’s going back inside,” I told Ava.
“Did you see that there was only one car in the driveway?” Ava asked me.
“Yeah, I saw that. So now we know that if her car is the only one parked in the driveway, then she’s home by herself.”
“I wonder if the kids were there.”
“It’s not even twelve o’clock yet, so you know that they can’t be at home.”
“I wonder what time he goes to work?” Ava’s questions continued.
“Winston’s cousin said that he leaves out of the house at six a.m. every morning.”
“Well, I guess that’s when our job starts, too,” she said, and then she drove away from Sam’s home.
Immediately after Ava merged back onto highway 264, I mentioned to her that I needed a gun. “Do you think I should call the cousin back and ask him to get one for me?” I asked her.
“Nah, don’t call him until the job is done. I’ve got a gun you can use.”
“Where is it?”
“It’s back at the apartment.”
“Ava, I ain’t using that nigga’s gun to kill that white man!” Aiden protested.
“It’s not his gun, so chill out!”
“Then who does it belong to?”
“I stole it from a nigga that tried to take me out to eat on a dinner date a couple months ago.”
I couldn’t hold it in. I had to laugh after picturing Ava going out on a date with a nigga, and then, when the date is over, she robs him of his metal piece.
“Ava, you know you can’t do shit like that when I’m not around. What if that nigga would’ve tried to kill you?”
“Let’s not get into that. I’m alive and well. So let’s keep this train going.”
“Do you know what kind of gun it is?”
“Yes, it is a forty-five-caliber pistol. It came with a silencer, too.”
“Stop fucking with me.”
“I’m not.”
“Where do you keep it?”
“Right now, I got it hidden in the closet of the bedroom.”
“Well, I want you to pull it out of the closet as soon as we get back to the apartment.”
“You got it,” she assured me.