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from Mama needs new shoes by Shirley Holder Platt

Copyright © 2019 Shirley Holder Platt

Chapter 14

I’d donned what I think of as my Dolly Parton wig. Big shaggy blonde hair that curled and fell a little past my shoulders. Slipping into Jimmy Choo heels with a delicate bow near the end of the pointed toes, I felt like a million bucks. I winked at Pops and tossed my keys three times before heading outside. My steps were light and the hair was bouncin’ and behavin’ as I strode the four blocks to the waiting Mercedes. Dim lighting in the parking garage allowed me the freedom to exchange the license plates without being detected. I drove the car confidently toward Jimar’s building with a smile on my face. If this worked out, I’d be in sunny California before fall. I flipped open the burner and tapped in Jimar’s number while waiting at a traffic light.

“Yo, J!” I said when he picked up on the third ring.

“Where you been?”

“You don’t wanna know. Had a tail to shake.”

“Oh yeah? I been wanting to shake your tail for months.”

“Heh heh,” I said with a smile. I wanted him to think I thought he was funny, didn’t I? They say you can tell if a person is smiling even if you’re talking on the phone.

“Got anything for me?”

“You bet. But we need to meet away from your place. I think you’re being watched.”

“Say wha?” I could hear him lighting a joint and inhaling deeply. “What makes you think that?”

“Women’s intuition.”

“I don’t trust that shit.”

“That’s cause you’re not a woman.”

“Hell right.”

“So, the place we picked up the white Lexus?”

“When.”

“Three. Take the time to lose the tail. Look for a black Escalade.”

“This better be worth my time.” He blew smoke and I imagined it coming out of his nose and mouth at the same time. If this didn’t work out, it’d be coming out of his ears. This’ll work. This’ll work.

“When have I ever let you down, dude?”

“Just sayin.”

I hung up. He’d have his guys sweeping the place for bugs, and wouldn’t that piss of...






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