Full Service

While Yanni spoke with Freckles about God-knows-what, I put the car in gear and headed out of the parking lot. I knew I had to get home to see about my mother, but also to see about this summons shit. I wasn't in the mood.

At all.

"What else did she say?" I asked Yanni after she collapsed her cell phone.

"She said that the prosecutor called her as a witness, which is very odd."

I snickered.

"What's so funny?"

I slowed down at the red light and looked in Yanni's direction. "Think about it. When your little girl was a renegade, who was she down with? Sheldon. And it wasn't that long ago, mind you. So maybe the prosecutor knows something we don't about Terry."

"No," she snapped. "I can't believe that. Whatever dealings she had with Sheldon was long before anything that happened with Alex."

"And?"

"And, that means there's nothing she could supply the prosecution that would hurt Alex."

"We hope . . ."

"Fuck that, Mase. I know my daughter. She's one of us."

I didn't even respond to that. Yanni sat there, shaking her head, not wanting to believe her daughter was anything but righteous. I flashed back to the conversations I'd had with Freckles lately, and how she was insistent on being of help.

I mean, I knew she had something to prove to her mother, but fuck, what if she was doing the exact opposite? What if she was really down with Sheldon and was just fishing for information? What if her ass was sloppy with that shit and the prosecution got wind of it, and was now calling her as a witness?

For her sake, I hoped none of that was true.

"Mase!" Yanni's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "You gonna answer your phone or what?"

I looked at the caller ID, praying it wasn't my mother calling to tell me she was having the baby on my couch or some shit. Thankfully, it was Red. "What up, man?"

"Mase. I just got handed a summons."

"You, too?" I responded before filling Yanni in on the new information. "Yanni says they just served Terry a few minutes ago. What the fuck is going on today?"

"I don't know," Red said in a high-pitched voice, "but I'm nervous. You know I don't do well in front of authorities."

"Yeah, you're right." I immediately flashed back to Red's statement a few months back. "We'll work on it, though."

Yanni chimed in. "Ask if he's been served by the prosecution or the defense."

"I heard her. The defense." Red paused. "What does that even mean?"

"That means that you'll be testifying for Alex, instead of against him. Which is a good thing."

"Well, I'm going over to check on Starlet. Make sure she's all right."

"Good. Do that. We just got back to the block. My mother's in labor. Of all the fucking times . . ."

"Be good to your mom, Mase," Red shot back. "You never know when you might need her."

"Whatever, man. I'll speak to you later. I have a feeling I'm gonna need a drink after this day is through."

Yanni and I jumped out of the car and headed to my front door. Yanni ran inside to check on my mother. Before I could get inside, a sheriff's car pulled into the driveway, with two men emerging from the front seat. It's as if they were waiting on me to arrive. Shit.

"Jackson Mason?" one of the uniformed officers inquired.

"That's me."

"Good," he said, handing me a summons. "You've been served." 

"Great. Thanks."

As the two men drove off, it hit me. I opened the paper and it confirmed my fear. It read: CALLED BY THE PROSECUTION.

Fuck.

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