Chapter 21: Fiery

*Some street in New York City, probably Bronx—9:25 PM*

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“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Marco said from the other side of the call.

Daisy was on a call with Marco while walking down a street. Her phone was in her pocket, and she was talking through an earbud. She was using a nice lavender crop top, with a black vest and tight jeans.

“Oh, honey,” Daisy chuckled. “I used to go to places like this all the time when I was a cop, and here I still am. I wanted to try new things, maybe different places. To see if I can catch some action…”

“I don’t know, it’s that I‘ve heard cabulous stories about this hood,” Marco said, nervous.

“Such as…?” Daisy emphasized.

“Isn’t this the neighborhood where Chris Rock sets one of his shows?” Marco exemplified.

“That’s Bed-Stuy, Marco” Daisy laughed.

Silence.

“Okay, you win,” Marco finally said, sounding unphased to hide his embarrassment. “I just want you to be careful. Some of the wrong people may know you’re with me.”