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Story: Killing Them Softly
"He and I had drinks at a place not far from here called Bar 89."
"I’m not familiar with the place. Where is it?"
"It’s on Mercer Street, between Spring and Broome."
"While you were there with him, did you see him talking to anybody there?"
"No," I answered quickly.
"How long were you there?"
"We had a couple of drinks, and I left him there. I can’t believe he’s dead," I threw in, partly because it was true. There was a part of me that didn’t want to believe that Qianna had killed Winston. But when the detective told me that Winston’s body was found tied to the bed with his throat cut, I knew that she had done it. "Can you tell me where you went after you left Mr. Hunter that night?"
"I came back here to catch up on some work."
"Did anybody see you?"
"Yes, I had to sign in with security when I got back to the building. And one of the cleaning crew saw me while I was here."
"What time was this?"
"I got back here about seven—seven-thirty, and I was here until some time after ten."
After the detective left the building, I waited a while before I left the building. I drove around for a while, before I stopped at a pay phone and called Qianna. "What did you do?"
"Who the fuck is this?"
"It’s Devin."
"Oh, what’s up, Devin? I didn’t recognize the number."
"I’m calling from a pay phone. What did you do?"
"I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ’bout. I do a lot of shit."
"Winston! What did you do to Winston?"
"You mean the freaky fuck that was fuckin’ your wife?"
"What—what did you say?"
"I said the freaky fuck that was fuckin’ your wife."
"Never mind that. What did you do?"
"You know what I did, Devin. I gave your boy what he deserved."
"You gonna get us both locked up."
"For what?"
"You know for what! The cops just left here. They know I was with him that night. Suppose somebody saw me talking to you?"
"What if they did? All they can say is that you talked to me and then you left. Nobody saw me leavin’ there with him."
"I don’t like this."
"So what if you don’t. Look, nigga, you said it yourself; cops got a rape kit and his DNA, right? Once they match his DNA it’s a done deal."
"I’m not familiar with the place. Where is it?"
"It’s on Mercer Street, between Spring and Broome."
"While you were there with him, did you see him talking to anybody there?"
"No," I answered quickly.
"How long were you there?"
"We had a couple of drinks, and I left him there. I can’t believe he’s dead," I threw in, partly because it was true. There was a part of me that didn’t want to believe that Qianna had killed Winston. But when the detective told me that Winston’s body was found tied to the bed with his throat cut, I knew that she had done it. "Can you tell me where you went after you left Mr. Hunter that night?"
"I came back here to catch up on some work."
"Did anybody see you?"
"Yes, I had to sign in with security when I got back to the building. And one of the cleaning crew saw me while I was here."
"What time was this?"
"I got back here about seven—seven-thirty, and I was here until some time after ten."
After the detective left the building, I waited a while before I left the building. I drove around for a while, before I stopped at a pay phone and called Qianna. "What did you do?"
"Who the fuck is this?"
"It’s Devin."
"Oh, what’s up, Devin? I didn’t recognize the number."
"I’m calling from a pay phone. What did you do?"
"I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ’bout. I do a lot of shit."
"Winston! What did you do to Winston?"
"You mean the freaky fuck that was fuckin’ your wife?"
"What—what did you say?"
"I said the freaky fuck that was fuckin’ your wife."
"Never mind that. What did you do?"
"You know what I did, Devin. I gave your boy what he deserved."
"You gonna get us both locked up."
"For what?"
"You know for what! The cops just left here. They know I was with him that night. Suppose somebody saw me talking to you?"
"What if they did? All they can say is that you talked to me and then you left. Nobody saw me leavin’ there with him."
"I don’t like this."
"So what if you don’t. Look, nigga, you said it yourself; cops got a rape kit and his DNA, right? Once they match his DNA it’s a done deal."
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