Their trip to see Debbie had not only been pointless, but it put them further in the hole with the fines they were going to have to pay because of the altercation. Frankie couldn’t believe that for as crooked as Debbie was, she’d actually had the nerve to try to press charges on them. She wished she’d followed her first instinct and run up in her crib with the hammer instead of listening to Sahara and trying to handle the situation diplomatically. Snakes like Debbie didn’t understand diplomacy and it was a mistake Frankie wouldn’t make twice.Frankie wandered through the streets of Harlem, thinking of a master plan. There were a few heads she could’ve gotten at to try to get up a few dollars to put toward the rent, but the majority of them weren’t about to give up something for nothing and Frankie hadn’t reached that point of desperation. That was the problem when running with thieves—there was no honor among them. She needed to get some quick cash and boosting wasn’t going to cut it.
