10 - Five AM

                                    

                                          
FLASHBACK to Sunday 4th July, 03:58
Jasiah's POV 
                          
Stretching, I gazed out over Glassfell Park Estate from the top floor of a flat block. The jet black sky was cloudy, mirroring my emotional state. My common sense was currently clouded by feelings. Sighing, I looked down at my phone. Jordan sent a text two minutes ago.
                          
Jordan
Bro, I still don't know how Anna broke me and my girl up
                          
Jasiah
Am I a diary? Go back to bed g
                          
Jordan
Don't you want to find out who really stained your buss down?
                          
Jasiah
Well I don't know if Chardonnay stole my watch
                          
Jordan 
Exactly, you doing anything rn?
                          
Jasiah
Yeah I'm watching pigeons fam
                          
Jordan
You fried or suttin? It's night time g, there's no pigeons
                          
Jasiah
I'm being sarcastic, I can't be asked to do up investigations
                          
Jordan
Don't you wanna chat to Chardonnay
                          
Jasiah
I know I said I wanted to find out what really happened but not at 3am
                          
Jordan 
Bro I'm outside 
                          
Jasiah
You were already on the way? Dfkm
                          
Jordan and I both had unresolved mysteries that involved Angelina Valdez so it was only logical that we go to the source of all our problems. But at 3am, I wasn't really too sure. Shrugging my shoulders, I took the lift downstairs and walked out of the block to the other side of the pavement. A blue Ford I didn't recognise was parked. I froze. Jordan rolled down the car's tinted window.
                          
"Ay what is this? I thought I was getting jumped," I spat, striding over to the passenger side.
                          
Laughing, Jordan replied,"A new dinger init to roll to a motive."
                          
"What motive?"
                          
"I got sent a snap of Anna sleeping at a party in Stoke Newington."
                          
"Sleeping?" I asked, shutting the car door.
                          
"Yeah, she greened out in the underground bar."
                          
I nodded. Typical behaviour of Anna in a party. No home training at all. Jordan started the car, reversing out into the road.
                          
Twenty minutes later, Jordan parked beside a bar in Stoke Newington. The vibrations of loudspeakers could be felt underneath the car.
                          
"Hang on, why did you come in a dinger to a motive?"
                          
"Cause it's ZK's birthday party," shrugged Jordan, handing me a blade. "And we're gonna blow out his candles."
                          
I narrowed my eyes. "You purposely left out that this is a ride out init?"
                          
"Your level headed self wouldn't have come if I told you, but I'm desperate."
                          
I shook my head. "How many man are there?"
                          
"Two plus the birthday dickhead, ZK."
                          
"Well it's only fair we make the odds a bit more even," I grinned, squeezing the handle of the blade tighter. "Get info and get down opps."
                          
"I hear that."
                          
"All this just to talk to Anna though? Why didn't you just chat to her at the motive?"
                          
"I tried to but Yasmin did WWE on her."
                          
I could imagine Yasmin knocking out anyone when she was high or drunk.