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brought down the Russo’s drug ring ten years ago. His son, Benny, was rumored to have wiped out the whole family leaving Venessa as the only survivor. Oddly enough, Benny Russo and Donnie British were found dead outside of the club ‘Lush’ a few years back and the killer was never found.”
    Holy fuck, that’s why the name was familiar! Brent Cross was a fucking legend – a hero – my thoughts stopped when Rafe signaled me to pay attention, so I looked up and realized shit was about to go from bad to worse.
    “You still don’t fucking get it do you?” he asks, frustrated
    “I’m still piecing it together, man. We were taught this case at the academy, remember?”
    “Yeah, I do. But shit just got real man. That club Lush? Yeah, well, I’ve been there. People come from all over to hear the DJ, and that DJ is Venessa Cross,” he says, waiting for me to pick up what he’s trying to say.
    “Venessa Cross is a DJ?” I ask, feeling stupid because I hate bars, and wouldn’t know this. That’s what happens when you’re the job. That, and I don’t see her as a DJ.
    “Listen to me, man! Venessa Cross isn’t just any DJ…she’s fucking Kharma.”
    “Fuck.” I may not go to clubs, but everyone knows who Kharma is.
    “Fuck is right,” he says.
    Shit just got real.
     
     
     
     

 

     
    M y extra-curriculars are catching up with me. For months, the feeling of something being ‘there’ will not go away. I can’t explain it, I’m not afraid of it, but I’m not comfortable with it, either. Problem is, when I’m feeling ‘off’ like this, it makes me edgier than normal. So, needless to say, I’ve been very busy when I’m not at the club. When Macy told me what Briggs had done, I went nuts. That very next day, man down.
    Looking back on it, should I have thought it through more. Strategized? Called one of my contacts for help? Then I snap out of it and remind myself, nope, all's well that ends well.  When she told me she called the police several times anonymously and was ignored, I lost it. And even with Briggs being one of theirs she was ignored too. He got away with this because he was a cop? So I did it my way; no phone calls, just a valuable lesson instead. But, I think it may have put me on their radar, too.
    Random thoughts aside, things in my life are shifting, I can feel it. Some things you can fight head on, like the bad guys, but it’s the things you don’t see coming that trip you up. A few guys from the street have made it clear I’m getting carried away, that I need to dial it down, but I can’t. They said the need for vengeance is getting the best of me. I don’t disagree, but what they don’t know is that need for vengeance is the best of me. I wouldn’t ask them to defy their nature any more than I can mine. I know they are looking out for me, I appreciate that, but trust me, what I do out here? Benefits everyone.
    From the back, I can hear the noise. It’s insane and it has me pacing. Friday nights are huge here at Lush, and it’s barely ten o'clock. The line is around the block; for some reason people just love coming to the slums. Taking a walk on the wild side, I guess. Idiots. We have a lot of VIPs tonight, and even some professional athletes. Don’t ask me their names, I don’t follow sports. I follow criminals, remember?
    Before I get ready for my first set, I want to give Macy a call to see how she’s holding up since Briggs’ unfortunate incident.
    I dial her number while I finagle these fucking tights. God, they are really tight!
    “Chellooo?” answers Macy
    “Okay, this is a new one. What language are we using tonight?”
    “I really don’t know. I heard one of the patients' kids answer the phone like that today, it kind of stuck. So I’m giving it a test run. How’d I do?”
    “I like it. It makes you sound sophisticated.”
    “I am sophisticated. It’s you who needs lessons.” She is the sophisticated one, and I won’t argue the point.
    “True.