"Said I gotta keep my head above water
I been goin' hard gotta go a lil harder
I been thinking smart gotta think a lil smarter
All I know is hustle, get that shit regardless
Said I gotta keep my head above water
Catch me in the kitchen I be whippin'...
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"Sir I know this is none of my business but what was that in there? You rushed out of the room angry" One of the officers said coming into my room as he found his way around my desk and stood next to me.
Curiosity is what killed the cat...
"John I'm going to ask that you let me be for a moment thank you" I responded without glancing at him as I fixed the files on my desk.
He took that as his cue to leave my office and once the door was slammed shut I threw all of my files across the desk angrily.
"Fuck!!! You've got to be fucking kidding me g" I groaned out in frustration as my fingers went through the little bit of hair I still had on my scalp in frustration.
The way he looked at me....
He was so sure that I was him....
That I was Russell...
I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed a number that I've come to learn throughout all these years by heart.
It ranged a few times until the line finally went through.
Before he could speak I had already gotten my words out getting straight to the point.
"They've found me... One of them got arrested today and it just so happened to be the day that I finally decided to go down and interview a mf for the first time in years. There going to fucking catch on to everything, I just know i-" He cut off my ranting by clearing his throat than paused for a while before speaking.
"Meet me tomorrow at our regular meeting spot @ 5 am because I have a flight @ 8 am" He informed me before hanging up.
Why was he leaving Chicago?... __________________________
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