Moo?
— Anonymous
"Mister Foke?"
"Hose."
"There was a predicament."
"I hadda put yo' man down. He knew da rules."
"I'm not calling about that."
"Aaaight. S'up?"
"Respectfully... this is a non-speakerphone-type conversation, sir."
"We good."
"Still, preferably."
"..."
"Thank you, sir."
"You good?"
"I have been better."
"Where you at?"
"I'm still in L.A."
"Wha's goin' on?"
"There was a... situation."
"Say it."
"Nono's brother. Jojo."
"Yeah?"
"He's dead."
"Shit."
"I know."
"Who else know?"
"Nobody."
"How it go down?"
"Fuck."
"Hose. How it go down?"
"He was supposed to be my lookout. He was supposed to wait outside the mark's house, y'know? But he followed me in. Said he wanted to learn from a pro. I should've bailed. FUCK."
"What happened?"
"The mark came home and it got messy."
"How messy?"
"Jojo got shot. A couple times. By a couple guys. He was gone by the time they dragged him out. I didn't see it, but I saw proof. They drove away. I don't know where."
"Where they at now?"
"They're dead."
"How?"
"How dead? Very dead. Three men. All dead. So dead. Is there anything deader than dead? Because those men? They are now that."
"Nah, Hose. I'm sayin', how?"
"Oh, like, how did the part about them becoming so very dead happen?"
"Hose?"
"Right. Well..."
"What."
"I did a thing. Several things, actually."
"Say it."
"Well, basically, I hid in the bushes across the street and waited to see if the men would come back to the house. And they did, with chicks, so I waited for them to fall asleep, and they did that too, at which point I burned their mother fucking house to the goddamn ground with their sonofabitch-asses in it. I watched to see if any of 'em would make it out. None of 'em did. And the whole thing was clean. Made it look like an accident. Newspaper said the fire was caused by, and I quote, 'unextinguished cigarettes.' Smoking kills, y'know. Anyway. Fuck 'em all. I assure you, they are very thoroughly, astonishingly dead. Even Mrs. O'Leary's cow couldn't'a done better."
"..."
"Sir?"
"Damn, Hose."
"Was that... wrong?"