To Catch A Foxx (Chapter 25)

Written by XAVIER D. PRUE

Cover Art for ‘To Catch A Foxx’ novel

Chapter 25

Now, usually, when Mel scribes me in jail, he writes me from a different address and I write him back through my mom’s crib, where she holds his mail until he swings through. They don’t check outgoing mail unless you’re under investigation.

By the time I read Mel’s next kyte, I knew they had me under investigation. I got to see the letter, but I knew the C.O.s had seen it first. I could tell because Mel’s letter was marked with red ink all over his writing. I shook my head, and pulled the letter out, beginning to read. I wanted to choke this n!@@a.

Whaz poppin’, playboy? Yo, we bout 2 take u home in a sec. Snatched a pig’s seed to touch that cream u need 2 fly. At Bella’s the other nite, s#!t’s poppin. Only tellin’ u cuz Alize was f%$#in’ with some b!^#h, and I thought u should know. Holla bizzo.

The key words that the prison guard C.O.’s had underlined in red were: pig’s; seed; cream; fly; and bizzo. I understood that these words were considered street lingo slang that the investigative detectives were striving to decipher by the red underlines beneath each word.

Why the f#%k was this dumb n!@@a puttin’ names in his kyte? He was just hatin’, that’s all. That’s why he so-called “tellin’ me about Alize” ’cause he think I’m goin’ spazz on her, and then he can bag her after I leave her. Didn’t he know that was my wifey?

Sure enough, in less than five days, Red was back up at the jail to visit me. I was back in population now, and it didn’t look good getting visits from any law-enforcement. I walked into the special visiting room, and didn’t even take a seat. “What the f#%k you want from me?” I shouted. “I don’t know s#!t, I ain’t sayin’ s#!t!”

Red pulled out a paper from the pocket inside his jacket. It was a photo-copy of Mel’s letter. He laid it on the table and let my eyes rest on it before saying, “can’t say you don’t know who this is now… can you?”

“Get the f#%k out of my face”, I mumbled. I wanted to rock his s#!t!

He smiled. “They seem to know Alize. Does she go up to Bella’s often, or not since y’all been in the City?” He stopped, and scratched his eyebrow. “You know, it makes me wonder just exactly why she’s back out here, and who it is she’s hanging with. I’m goin’ find out…” He stared at me. “Now, get the f#%k out of here.”

Stupid-a$$ Mel.

© XAVIER D. PRUE 2003. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.