Cassandra watched Andre wobble across the hall and wondered how he'd been able to hit TJ so hard in his state. She looked back at the coffee table in the asshole's apartment and stared nervously at the gun in plain sight, a box of bullets next to it. There were stacks of bills and a few bags of drugs as well. What an i***t.
She contemplated taking a few stacks of bills, but that would be a mistake. It probably didn't belong to TJ, and she didn't want any part of that mess if they came looking for it.
She checked, and the coast was clear. She made sure TJ's foot would keep his door open, then crossed the hall and quickly made a call on her cell.
"911. Please state the nature of your emergency."
"I think my neighbor across the hall was just mugged. There was some yelling, and I looked ou
