Detective Johnson was still thinking about the note he received, his mind gave him two separate thoughts of who did the killing of the officers he witnessed on the street of Shreveport LA three days ago.
He had a conviction that it was the Bandidos who were trying to pass a message that that they were upset about the arrest of their leader again his mind was guessing Rashad Morey, because he and every other black dude in Louisiana knew who Rashad was, this made it why detective Johnson suspected it was Rashad.
Detective Johnson's mind was filled with different thoughts about these two Rashad and the Bandidos crew. "Who could have done this? He asked himself.
Detective Johnson then remembered the strict orders he was given by the Mayor to catch Rashad and his boys but the emphasis was on catching Rashad Morey.
So he called onto his partner, Johnny Harry, to join him to fulfill the strict orders he was given by the Mayor
Johnny Harry followed Detective Johnson like a sheep. They both went to a crack house, the crack house was a disguised location. It is a place built by the community as an old people's home, but Rashad and his goons turned it into their hideout.
Detective Johnson and Johnny Harry pulled up to the crack house and parked their car. They sat in the car and watched the house for a while. They saw a few of Rashad's boys pacing back and forth.
Detective Johnson and his partner, Johnny Harry, had been waiting in their car for about two hours, watching the Purple Gangsters pacing back and forth the cracked house. They were getting restless.
"I'm so fed up with this," Detective Johnson said. "We've been sitting here for hours, and nothing's happening."
"I know," Johnny Harry said. "But we have to be patient. We need to find Rashad Morey anywhere."
After talking about this they became sure that they were both on the same page.
Just then, one of the Purple Gangsters came out of one of the houses in Shreveport LA and started walking towards the car. Detective Johnson and Johnny Harry held their breath.
The two gangsters one with dread and a blue jacket with jeans which had no belt on were spoted Detective Johnson and Johny harry in the car immediately he alerted the others.
When the gangsters saw the signal and found that it was true, the cops were truly around, they were surprised to see Detective Johnson and Johnny Harry.
They started running, Detective Johnson and Johnny Harry opened fire, they shot at them but missed their target.
All the purple gangsters ran too fast. Soon Detective Johnson and his partner, Johnny Harry, started breathing heavily, they sat on top of their car feeling worked up. They had just missed the Purple Gangsters, which got both of them frustrated.
"Yo Nigga, these dudes are crazy," Detective Johnson said.
"Yeah, they are crazy indeed," Johnny Harry, a white guy with a bald head, responded.
"I can't believe we missed them," Detective Johnson said.
"Me neither," Johnny Harry said.
"They were already in my finger" detective Johnson said after kicking and empty bucket filled with dirty water.
They were both disappointed, but they knew that they would get the gangsters eventually. They had been tracking them for weeks, and they were determined to bring them to justice.
"We'll get them next time," Detective Johnson said.
"Yeah, we will," Johnny Harry said.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, catching their breath. Then, Detective Johnson started the car and they drove away.
*******
In New York city Rashad Morey stepped off the plane, wearing a white fur Gucci jacket and flashing his big gold chains.
He wasn't searched by security at airport, he just made his way straight to the hotel where he was supposed to meet his customer, Mr. Rollins.
Mr. Rollins was a big investor who dealt in all kinds of stocks and other investments. He was also a drug dealer, and Rashad Morey was his best seller.
Rashad went to the hotel bar and ordered a drink. He sat down at a table and waited for Mr. Rollins to arrive.
A few minutes later, Mr. Rollins walked into the bar with a convoy of one. He was a tall, well-dressed man with a lot of confidence.
Rashad stood up and greeted Mr. Rollins. "Mr. Rollins, it's good to see you," he said.
"It's good to see you too, Rashad," Mr. Rollins said. "I'm glad you could make it."
They shook hands, and Mr. Rollins sat down at the table.
"So, what do you have for me?" he asked.
Rashad opened the black bag he was carrying and showed Mr. Rollins the drugs. "I've got the best stuff you'll ever find," he said.
Mr. Rollins looked at the drugs and smiled. "I'm sure you do," he said. "How much?"
Rashad named a price, and Mr. Rollins agreed to pay it. They made the deal, and Rashad gave Mr. Rollins the drugs.
"Thank you, Rashad," Mr. Rollins said. "I'll be in touch."
Rashad smiled. "No problem, Mr. Rollins," he said. "It was my pleasure."
Rashad left the bar and went back to his hotel room. He was happy with the deal he had made, and he knew that he would be doing business with Mr. Rollins again soon.
As Rashad was walking back to his hotel room, he was stopped by a man in a suit.
"Rashad Morey?" the man asked.
Rashad nodded. "Yes, that's me," he said.
"I'm Detective Mark," the man raised his I.d card and showed it to Rashad . "I'm with the New York Police Department. You have the right to remain silent till will get to the police station."
Rashad's became surprised. He knew he did everything secretly as an expert in jobs like ths, so did it get missing
"Can I help you, Detective Gibson" the leader of the cops in New york asked.
"We're investigating a drug deal that took place here in New York," Detective Mark said. "I have someone who I caught right in the scene."
Rashad shook his head. "No, I wasn't involved," he said.
"We have witnesses who saw you meeting with Mr. Rollins," Detective Mark said.
Rashad knew that he was caught. But he kept denying it.
But with the proof Detective Mark already had he took Rashad into custody, and he was charged with drug trafficking.