Some things that happen in the dark should stay in the dark, but that never seems to be the case. Born and raised in Washington, D.C., Niya Brown learns this the hard way. The code of the streets is passed down to her from her mother, and to Niya, the code of the streets is law. Life deals Niya a bad hand that forces her to fend for herself at an early age when her mother and sister are taken away from her in a twist of fate. You will never believe what happens next. Truth and falsehood collide in a way that brings Niya face to face with a secret that will change her life forever.
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“Who did it, Niya? Who pulled the trigger?”
I rolled my eyes at the detective and sighed. He was getting on my fucking nerves asking me the same damn question in different ways after I had already told him I ain’t know shit about the murder in front of my apartment building. So what I saw the whole thing go down? Shit like that went down all the time in my hood. It wasn’t any of my business, and the streets of D.C. had schooled me well—I knew how to mind my damn business. I had seen too many people who opened their mouth about something that had nothing to do with them turn up missing.
The white detective glared at me and said, “What if that was your brother or cousin out there dead, for no reason? Would you still know nothing, as you say, young lady?”
I yawned, tired from hanging out all night at the go-go. “I can’t tell you what I don’t know. Sorry.” I shrugged. I was ready to get the fuck on about my business.
The detective sighed with frustration. He shook his head knowing he was going to get no info out of me. “Come on, I know somebody outside saw something. Nobody can keep a secret in the streets.”
Pissed off, I sucked my teeth and said, “Look, man, I don’t know shit. I ain’t see shit. How many times I gotta tell you that?” I shook my head and looked at my Gucci watch. It was 2:37 p.m. It was definitely time to roll.
Fed up, the detective walked over to the thick wooden door, opened it, and said, “I’m done for now. You can go.”
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Translated by Sara Largo
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