Page 21 of Dima
“Just fascinating is all. You watching your back out there?”
“Come on, Unc. You know I’m always watching my back.”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear. You know I have to be sure. Did you hear about the ambush?”
“What ambush?”
I wasn’t tracking anything going down for tonight. I had just spoken with Fitz last night, and he didn’t even hint toward an ambush. I didn’t know what Uncle Atlas was talking about.
“I don’t have many details because it’s just something I overheard, but they are supposed to try to hit your man after court today. I thought Fitz would have told you.”
“Nah, he ain’t told me shit.”
“See, that’s what I mean when I say you have to watch your back. If I heard about the ambush, then I know Fitz heard about it. It worries me that he didn’t brief you on it. Are you with Bishop right now?”
“Nah, I’m still at the crib. Why would they want to hit Bishop today?”
“The Jack-town JUs blame him for the raid last night. They feel like he set them up since only their men were arrested. This ambush is retaliation for that.”
“Damn, I didn’t even think of that.”
I spoke my thoughts out loud. I’d intentionally had Fitz come in after Bishop and his crew had already unloaded the cargo. I didn’t want any of them to get tagged yet, since we were still building our case. In keeping them out of the police line of fire, I’d made Bishop look like a rat to the Jack-town JUs.
“I’ll talk to you later, Unc. I got to go.”
I had put Bishop’s life at risk with one simple decision, and I didn’t have long to stop it. This ambush could not happen.
“Dima, update me when you can. Don’t make an old man worry too long.”
“My head is always on a swivel. Nobody is going to catch me slipping, trust me.”
“Promise me that, youngsta.”
“I promise. I’m good. I got to get out of here, Unc.”
I hung up before he could say anything else because he would never let me off the phone if I didn’t. Hearing that it was an ambush happening had me springing into action. I looked at the clock on my phone, and it was 12:15 p.m. Bishop would be walking out of that courtroom in less than an hour. I didn’t have time to waste.
I showered and got dressed in under fifteen minutes. My helmet was still in the same place as last night, so I grabbed it off the kitchen counter and headed out the door. My bike was parked on the second floor in the garage. I would definitely be riding that since I needed to be there as fast as I could.
Bishop had a hearing this morning that would decide if his murder-for-hire case would be thrown out or not. The FBI already knew he would walk, which was why I was already in place to do the necessary work. Apparently, we weren’t the only ones who knew Bishop would walk. If it was an ambush happening today, it was more than likely going to happen on those courthouse steps.
I merged into traffic and made it downtown in about fifteen minutes. Just as I thought, a crowd had already gathered outside of the courthouse, waiting for whatever was going to happen next. As soon as I parked my bike and hopped off, I saw the doors getting ready to open.
“Can you believe they dismissed the case?”
“Yeah, but did you ever doubt it? I’m sure Bishop Moore has the judge in his back pocket.”
“I believe you, because everyone knows he paid for that man to be murdered.”
I could hear the crowd gossiping as I pushed my way to the front. Some of them were happy, but there were also a fewdisappointed faces. Bishop had been terrorizing this community for far too long.
“Money can get you out of anything these days.”
“Yeah, but you better believe he is walking out of there with a target on his back. It won’t be long until he pays for what he has done,” I heard someone else say. She was right. Bishop had walked away from another murder unscathed. He would forever have a target on his back.
I continued to push to get to the front as fast as I could. I needed to be in position to stop whatever was about to go down.
The doors flung open, and reporters swarmed Bishop and his lawyers with questions. I spotted a man dressed in black jeans with a black hoodie pulled over his head. The bottom half of his face was covered in a black bandana.
