“Oh no…I trust you.”

-Loretta

 

After receiving Zulo’s number for a package, Loretta placed the call to meet him. Before meeting her, he grilled her about whom she knew and whom she was with. She said she’d gotten his number from Mercedes who vouched for his quality of product and that she needed the package for a friend. Since he felt he and Mercedes were on good terms, he trusted the woman. Later that day in front of a 7-Eleven, Loretta got out of her car and slid into Zulo’s.

“Where’s the money?” He asked eager to make a little change to go to Vegas the next day.

“It’s right here,” she said handing him an envelope stacked with one hundred dollar bills.

Zulo accepted the money and took his time counting it. When he was done, he handed her the overcooked crack she requested.

“Thank you,” she said, nervousness all over her face. “I’ll be in contact.”

“You not going to look at it? To make sure it is right?”

With her hand still on the door’s handle she said, “Oh no…I trust you.”

“You trust me?” he said growing heavy with suspicion. “In this business you don’t trust shit people say.”

“Well I trust you. Besides, Yvette vouched for you.”

“I thought you said, Mercedes made this arrangement?”

Before she could answer he took out his gun and shot her in the middle of her head. If he hurried, he’d have time to meet up with these dudes he knew to clean up his mess and get rid of the body. But the moment he backed up, five cops blocked him.

“FUCK!” He yelled shooting her again. “I knew it was a fucking set up!”