You Don't Know Me

We found out from Shilo that there was no plan to tax the drugs. The plan was to hand over the thirty gees. Shilo and Binks would start banging on the door causing a commotion and Curt would be too para to count it all out and would just hand over the drugs. They had apparently been actually shouting out ‘There’s police here!’ or some shit, just to hurry the shit up. Anyway then Jamil would be gone with what he thought was a kilo of white and we would be left short. Short but not so shafted that we might want to go to war with the Olders over it. It wasn’t a bad plan. But they hadn’t counted on Curt. He weren’t there to hand over anything without getting his paper first. And when Curt didn’t get shook like he was supposed to, JC uploaded his shooter and started a thing which no one could control.

So it was Ki who did it. Now I realize that this shit is all new information as far as you are concerned. I know this, and I know that is not allowed. My QC told me this. He told me again and again. ‘You can’t say new information. It’s against the rules of evidence.’ That is why you can see the prosecution QC squirming in his seat. He don’t like it. And I don’t like it really and truly. I know there is going to be consequences at the end of my speech. Shit is going to happen. But I can’t help it. It is the truth. I can’t keep you in the dark. These things need light. No matter if it hurts me or Ki.

And I tell you the last person I wanted to get into this is Ki, but since she is far away by now, I figured it was safe to tell you lot about it.

Okay the prosecution might say, why did I not tell the police all this stuff about Jamil in my interview and they could have checked it out. But the truth is that I did not want it coming on top of Ki. This whole thing was for her benefit and I wasn’t going to be putting her in the frame for it no matter what. Especially not while there was a chance they could arrest her for it, you know what I mean.

In fact at the time we was doing our best to make sure none of this shit came up at all. We wanted to bury it good and proper. Who the fuck would believe my story anyway? What? Honest officer, we was setting up this drug dealer who was giving it about my girl who some next drug dealers were looking for and we were going to rip him off so that next man’s dealers would kill those first dealers and rah rah rah. Besides even if they had turned the place over, although they would have found a lot of shit, they wouldn’t have found what they were looking for. They wouldn’t have found any evidences. We ended up making that impossible.

After we cleaned the place up, Curt dumped all the shit, the powder, the bleach, the clothes and whatever, while I went back to my yard to see about the girls. I had no idea what sort of state they was in, so we made a plan that I would go straight there in a cab with the cash and Curt would meet us once he’d got rid of what he had to, including JC’s silver Browning. We looked all over the place for my Baikal but it was nowhere to be seen. At the end, we figured maybe Shilo or Binks had taken it, somehow. Or maybe it got caught up in the other shit we had bundled together for dumping. Either way it didn’t matter to us as long as it was gone. Sure I had touched it. And sure Kira had touched it but neither me nor her had any criminal records so the Feds didn’t have our prints anyway. So whilst they might pick up some marks from it, if they found it even, unless they had us, they wouldn’t be able to do no matches. Just as long as we didn’t leave nothing that could lead them to us. And we didn’t think there was. We was being careful. Or you know, we thought we was.

When I got home, only Ki was there. Bless had finally agreed to go home to Mum’s after Kira had convinced her she was feeling better. Ki did seem better truth be told, in the way of not being so shell-shocked. But something else was in her now. She was talking a hundred miles an hour and making lists in her head and then spilling them out of her mouth.

‘What did you do with him?’ she says at one point.

‘Better for you not to know,’ I say and start looking around for something strong to drink.

‘What about the others? Did you do something else to them?’ she says. Her body is shaking as she is talking. But like a nervous energy thing rather than a fear thing so I feel a bit more okay about her. Kind of.

‘Nothing, babe. They fine.’ I find some rum and pour out a shot for us both into some mugs. She takes a sip and makes a face.

‘What about your clothes?’ she says clocking the massive hoodie I’m wearing.

‘Ki. It’s fine. Curt took care of it. Just. I don’t know. You got to just park all that shit away babe. Nothing going to link you to this thing. I swear down.’ I take her hands and she looks down at mine.

‘Blood,’ she says.

I look at her blankly. She never calls me that.