Chapter 28

A diamond, that was the only way to describe Sinclair Rainy. She was very beautiful to look at, perfect even, yet as hard as one got.

Clair as she was known, was born in East Oakland in ’88. She never knew her father though she searched for him. Clair also never knew her mother who died of birth complications. When Clair was born her mother, Rena would not stop bleeding. She’d had three other children before Clair, however; Clair was the one that killed her.

Rena was a drug addict turned prostitute. She was known around the town as a bop, a toss-up. She was loose and easy, every one of all ages had her.

Clair was raised by her aunty Mia up until she was five when Mia died.

Mia was in her late sixties when Clair was born. After Mia’s death, Clair was introduced to the institution of the foster care system. Clair and her siblings wound up in Detroit Michigan where they were bounced around for thirteen years. If the physical, mental, emotional and sexual abuse she received in the foster homes and juvenile system did not harden her the streets of Detroit did.

Clair was a gangsta who had shot, stabbed, beat, sold drugs and even killed by the time she was legal. Though her light skin and hazel almost red eyes did not look it, Clair was hard. Her southern charm and drawl was there if anything only to mislead.

The thing which made her all the more dangerous was Clair knew she was bad, she knew how to use it and she did.

Living the way she had for the past thirteen years she’d seen and had to do things she wasn’t proud of and was haunted every night by. She didn’t like to admit it, but she was slightly off.

Clair was a diamond and no one would ever doubt it by looking at her sweet face.

She sat in the Toyota she stole from the Oakland Grey Hound Station.

When she turned eighteen, she took all the money and left. Now there she was back in East Oakland for the first time in thirteen years sitting in the stolen car she had to ditch. She needed a new one since she’d had it for forty-eight hours, and it would be in the system as missing if it had been reported.

She watched the midnight blue Lexus pull away from the burning house. She got another glimpse of Spencer Washington. Spin as he was going by. Her heart was banging in her chest as she sat back in the seat watching his every move.

“Hi Spin, I’m Clair,” she said to herself looking at him. She had to meet him, that’s why she was there, why she was back.

It would be so easy, but she knew she couldn’t just walk up to him; he might get the wrong idea. She was not just your average bop like her mother was. She was not some Oakland rippa. She sighed as the car drove away.

All Clair wanted to do was touch him; look in his eyes. She wanted to make sure he was real. Clair waited two minutes before she continued to follow him like she’d been doing for the past month.

Finding him once she got to the Bay was easy. She knew how to get what she wanted and to meet Spin she was prepared to do anything, even go through one of the niggas he seemed to always be with.

After Spin returned home, Clair would go search for another car to steal so she could continue her surveillance until the moment was right. The moment she’d been waiting her entire life for.

However, just like the cuts of a diamond her timing had to be perfect.