Me and Shay looked at each other. “I’m sorry, Teena,” I said.

“You ain’t gotta be sorry, Nina. I understand why y’all had to come at me like that. Shit, if it was either of you bitches, I woulda pulled the same stunt.”

“Anyway, I’m sorry too,” Shay said. And we had a group hug.

“I love you two bitches. I would never do nothin’ to hurt you,” Teena said.

“I’m glad that’s settled,” Shay said.

“No, it’s not,” I said and Teena and Shay looked at me. “The one thing we agree on is that it was a setup, right?”

“Right,” they both agreed.

“The question is: how did they know where I live?”

“Who knows where you live?” Shay asked.

“Not many people know where I live. At least that was the case before this party,” I said and thought about moving.

“So who?” Teena asked.

“You two, Kenyatta, Leon, and Cedric knew, but he’s dead,” I said.

“I think we can eliminate him.”

I thought about that night and that’s when it hit me. “There is one more person that knows where I live.”

“Who’s that?” my girls both asked simultaneously.

“Victor.”

“Victor?” the both asked in unison, again.

“Victor.”

That night we decided to watch Victor. It felt like we were cops as we took turns sitting outside his house and following him wherever he went. I followed him to a house and waited for him to come out. When he came out, my two female bandits came out with him. When I told Teena and Shay about it, we argued about what we were gonna do about it. “We kill them,” I said quietly.

“We?” Shay asked.

“Yes, we, Shay. We gotta do this,” I said.

“What; now that you’ve killed somebody you’re a killer?” Shay asked.

“That’s not it, Shay. I don’t think I’m a killer, but we gotta do this. We can’t let this go without us doing anything about it. We can’t have people thinking that they can just rob us and we let it go.”