by J.R. Bowles
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Azid had been sitting on the sidewalk across from the Castleton all morning. He had been sitting there all morning. He had spent most of yesterday following Jamal, and had returned this morning to see what Jamal was up to.
Jamal had called last night, checking in to see how everything was, and he had tried to question him on what he was doing. “I'm just taking a vacation to get me a little tail. I think I deserve it. Is that okay with you?” Jamal had said irritably.
He didn't know what was up, but Jamal seemed different, distant and standoffish. When he had tried to question him about the white man, Jamal had told him don't worry about it; that was exactly what he was doing, keeping an eye on the man.
First Jamal had told him it was for some ass; then he said it was to watch the man. Jamal was up to something, and he was determined to find out what. Jamal seemed too preoccupied with this white man; something was wrong, very wrong.
Azid was just ready to leave for the evening when Jamal and the girl left the hotel, walking south. He stayed across the street and followed them. After several blocks he noticed Jamal and the girl were also being followed by a white man, and that man was being followed by another white man.
Azid felt comfort from the knife he kept strapped to his ankle. If Jamal had any problems he would be ready; Jamal could depend on him.
Azid didn't mind the girl, but if the other white man showed up he just didn't know about that.
