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</div><br/>The phone in the back pocket of Lucinda's baggy jeans rang. It made her duck between rows and rows of cars. Luxury vehicles. Perfect paint jobs. Bumper stickers for white people shit like golf and horseback riding. Nothing like like her 200k mile piece of shit. Hand painted with purple spray paint. Hand me down from her nana. About all Luci had been left after she'd died. Lived with her nana for a couple years after her daddy went to prison. Then she lived in the car for a while.<br/><br/>Pressed the green<i>accept call</i>after only one ring. "This is a prepaid call from—<i>Darnell Clark</i>—inmate at<b>Yareli County Men's Prison</b>. To accept charges that may be associated with this call: press<b>ONE</b>... or say<b>YES</b>. To decline charge-"<br/><br/>"Yes, yes!" Lucinda hissed into the mic. Out of date phone. Updates hadn't been a priority. Couple months ago a boot had been put on her car. Something about unpaid parking tickets, expired registration... whatever. Now it was impounded. Didn't matter. She and her girl had found a quaint little place. They didn't need space. They liked it close. Even if Kimie came from money. She liked that Lucy hadn't. In some ways they couldn't be more different. Differences made them better, though. They was some small Bonnie and Clyde shit. Luce had the know how and Kimie was smart. Like private school smart.<br/><br/>But stealing? Fucking kiddie shit. Daddy had taught her how to pick pockets when she was little. No one suspected the sweet girl with the pink beads in her braids and the dimpled smile. Gave her a lock picking set for her birthday one year. But a bike the year moms left. Luci started with stuff like mailboxes. Low risk, low reward. Cars were better, houses best, but then you played with alarm systems. Kimie was making her more brave, or maybe more ambitious. Besides, she was good at a quick getaway, and even better at disappearing into shadows. When she didn't leave her ringer on. Her girl got nervous when she didn't pick up her calls. "What, daddy, what'chu need? I'm working."<br/><br/>There was a pause. "I thought you wasn't doing that shit no more, babygirl." Darnell had never cared before. But now he was serving life for something most criminals would get a few years for. Everyone– everything was corrupt in Yareli. Most criminals never saw real justice. But skin color meant everything here, and he'd been born on the wrong blocks to the wrong minority. His daughter, too. Didn't have friends in high places to help him out so he was doing his time. And Luci saved every penny she had to get him a better lawyer.<br/><br/>"Don' know what'chu mean. I'm just on my paper route," Lucy said as she knelt beside one of the cars to dig through her bag, and her daddy laughed at that, even if it was strained. When she rose the phone was held between her cheek and her shoulder. Had a wedge in one hand and a long metal rod in the other. Just the way her daddy taught her. She pulled her oversized sweatshirt tighter around her to cover up the white wife beater underneath before going to work.<br/><br/>Some event was going on at the Yareli event center. Even nosebleed seats were over a hundred bucks a pop. Bunch of rich people just fucking asking for it. Wasn't like they'd miss anything she'd take. Not her fault a couple dumb bitches left they big designer purses in they car where she could see. "You coming tomorrow? Finally gon bring that girl of yours so I can meet her?" Darnell asked and Lucy couldn't help smiling. Of course she was coming, she never missed visitation. Even if she had to sit on the bus for two hours in traffic. Daddy always found ways to love her, even from prison. Wasn't the absentee black father, like most people assumed. Always supported her, defended her to his own mother when she came out. Hadn't come as much of a surprise to him.<br/><br/>"Yeah, just like I told you yesterday. We be there at two," she promised. Head was on a swivel in the dark parking lot. "I gotta go, I see you tomorrow," Luci whispered and quickly pressed the red button, killed the light and made her phone disappear into her pocket. She swore she had seen something in the dark. Something moving.<br/><br/>No more braids. Lucinda had aged out of those around the same time daddy went to prison. Now her hair was worn in fine locs. Carefully tended and now, after years, they reached her waist. Wasn't one for jewelry so her nana's old gold had been crudely melted into beads and crimped around some of the strands. They'd never had much, but her nana always kept her wealth liquid. Cash and jewelry. Always taught her grandbaby the importance of never letting no man control her money. Lucinda took that lesson to heart. Lost all her sense around her pretty little girlfriend, though.<br/><br/>Lots of years she got by being sneaky, small and unasuming. Until one time she didn't. Maybe she wasn't the type of girl he was inclined to miss. Got assaulted by a nigga with tattoos all over. All over. His friends too. Didn't know their names, but weren't faces she was ever going to forget. Anyway, Lucinda didn't talk about that. Always carried something to protect herself now though. Hair was good for that too. Amid the gold cuffs and twisted wire was other adornment. Like a polished piece of crystal. Opened to a small but effective little blade. Couldn't take that from her even if they undressed her.<br/><br/>Pulled the knife but dropped it almost immediately when she recognized him. Couldn't go stabbing cops. Even dirty cops. They was all dirty in Yareli. Only good ones were slowly being snuffed out. Didn't look excited to see him. Blade went away, but they wasn't friends. Bi was just something she couldn't shake after he'd caught her slinging. That had never been her game, but she'd come into some pills after nana died. Luci would hit a bong sometimes, but drugs? Nah? Of course she gotten caught, though.<br/><br/>He'd let her go so he couldn't be all bad. "Nigga, what you got against using the phone? I know you got my number," she said, throwing her hands up at him in her frustration. In truth, Luci had hoped she'd shaken him when she lost that car. Made her pretty easy to find around the city, piece of shit might as well have been a smoke signal. Probably could have asked Kimie for the money to get it back, but she hated to ask for anything. Bi still just found her, like he always did. Like it was some way of demonstrating his power over her. "I ain't got anything for you. Been staying out of trouble." Clearly, based on the abandoned tools beside her.