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Honing.
    “I want the ballistics on the bullets. And find me a witness. Somebody around here knows something. See if you can figure
     out who and get them to talk, and I mean talk to everybody in this godforsaken rat hole. Check with everyone on this floor,
     the floor above, and the floor below. Ask around the block. Someone heard something and I know someone had to see something.”
    “Yes, sir, on it, sir,” said the officer who had led Delgado to the window.
    “You got me wanting a chicken cheese steak, real bad,” said Ross.
    “I told you, come on, let’s go to Pat’s. We’ll see you guys back at headquarters. Come on,” Delgado said to his partner.
    “Excuse me,” said Ross as she stepped over Jeremy, tagged body number three.
    “You step over me every day and you don’t say excuse me,” said Detective Delgado jokingly.
    “Stop crying and come on. It’s your turn to treat.”
    Daisy Mae Fothergill stood at the end of the bar waiting for her pickup tray.
    “Come on, Dallas, what you doing, man. I need my drinks so I can get up on outta here.”
    “Hey, Daisy, hold your tail feathers, you see me working,” said Dallas as he laughed at her. “Go lay some eggs and shit and
     your tray will be ready when you done.”
    “I’m done laying eggs today and don’t worry about what I need to do. You just worry about my tray. How’s that?”
    “Here, get on out of here, pussycat,” said Dallas as he placed the remaining two drinks on the carrying tray for her.
    “ ’Bout time,” she said lifting the tray over her shoulder and carrying it to her waiting table. That was Dallas’s nickname
     for her; he always called her pussycat. And no, not what you’re thinking, but because of her eyes, which were a crazy shade
     of green, and when her pupils were dilated, her eyes did resemble those of a cat.
    “Daisy Mae, girl, you sure look good,” said Felix, one of her regulars, as he slid his hand down the side of her bare back
     and squeezed her exposed butt cheek before letting her go.
    “Mmm hmm, you always say the sweetest things,” she said, being ever so polite. Felix was too cheap for her to patronize. He
     didn’t want to tip, he didn’t want to pay, but he wanted Daisy to stroke him as if he was king of the land or a czar on a
     throne.
    “Naw, Daisy, I’m saying, you really looking good tonight. Whadda you say, we go on in the back to one of them champagne rooms?”
    “I’d say let’s go, but you ain’t got no money for no champagne. So, I guess I’ll be going on home now,” she said as she tried
     to walk away from the table.
    “Daisy, naw, come here, girl, I’m trying to talk to you,” he said, pulling her arm back and trying to rub her butt again.
     He was really the worst, literally. Daisy could tolerate some, but Felix made her skin crawl. He was a tiny man, short, balding,
     and had the worst breath and was always blowing his Newport cigarette smoke at her private area and licking his tongue at
     her.
    Yuck!
    “No, you don’t need to talk to me, you need to talk to Calvin, honey. Ain’t nothing I can do for you, and it’s time for me
     to go.”
    Just then, Felix’s buddy pulled out a wad of cash and flashed it at Daisy.
    “See, I told you, baby, you know I’m gonna take care of you,” said Felix as he nodded to his friend and pulled Daisy even
     closer. She fell into his lap.
    “Hey, Calvin, Calvin,” she called out as Felix groped her body, feeling up her naked breasts and trying to get his hand between
     her thighs. Calvin turned around and made his way over to the table they were at.
    “What’s the problem over here?”
    “We want a private room, with Daisy,” said Felix, nodding to his friend, who quickly flashed his wad of cash at Calvin.
    “Well, Daisy, come on, take care of these guys. What y’all sitting over here for.” Calvin quickly got the table on its feet.
     “Let me get y’all a room, and you know our rooms come with a bottle of our finest