Prologue
I was tired and out of breath. I had just put all my cocaine and weed in Antwan’s basement. I had to duck from the cameras and shit. I was in there running like a obstacle course hiding behind the couches and shit. Now I need to make this phone call.
Once I got safely away from the house I pulled out my phone, dialing a few numbers real quick.
“Opa-Locka Police Department, How may I help you?“, The woman said
“I have some information on gang affiliate Antwan Peterson. He has drugs in his home at 1293 Superior St.” I said in a deep voice.
“Are you sure sir.”
“Yes I have seen it”
“Could you please state your name.”
“I would like to remain anonymous.” I hung up.
Now all I had to do was go home and wait for Antwan to come home. I needed to be home when the police came. They would check his house first then come here looking for him.
You might wonder why they would come to my house to find him, well Antwan is my boyfriend.
