In a Cold Sweat by Roy Glenn

times like this that he wished Freeze had never figured it out.
    “What's up, Nick?” Mylo said and got up. Freeze looked at Mylo and he started walking toward the door. “I’m gonna see how the game is goin’.”
    “Send somebody in with some drinks,” Freeze ordered.
    “Johnnie Black, right?” Mylo asked Nick.
    Nick nodded his head.
    When Mylo closed the door behind him, Nick looked at Freeze. “You got him well trained,” he said and sat down on the couch.
      “He serves a purpose. He hears shit; all kinds of shit.” Freeze sat at the desk. “So where is the ball and chain tonight?”
    “At the club waiting for me to come back.”
    “How long she give you to get back?” Freeze asked and Nick gave him a dirty look. “I’m just sayin’ , I’m surprised she didn’t wanna come with you.”
    “I told her Black was gonna be here. She doesn’t ever want Black seein’ us together, much less knowing we’re—,” Nick started, but stopped and thought about what he would call their little arrangement. He didn’t wanna just say they were fuckin’, because it was more than that.
    They did things together, but it was always in New Jersey or Connecticut. They couldn’t take a trip together because Wanda was afraid of what people would think if they were both out of town at the same time. Nick didn’t like hiding.
    “Go ahead, say it,” Freeze said.
    “Say what?”
    “Knowing y’all in love.”
    “Fuck you, Freeze,” Nick said, even though it was the truth. He loved Wanda very much.
    “Whatever, but y’all just think it’s a secret. That nigga psychic. Black know all about that shit.”
    “He say something to you?”
    “No. But think about that shit. Wanda be up in the club every night, actin’ a gotdamn fool every time a woman get near you and you don’t think Tara ain’t told Black?”
    “Wanda ain’t worried about Tara.” Nick smiled as there was a knock at the door and Mylo returned with the drinks. Once he was gone, Nick said. “Tara caught us fuckin’ above the stage one night.”
    “That used to be her and Black’s spot. I know she couldn’t wait to tell Black about that.”
    “Wanda knew that too, so she threatened her job. Wanda gave her a choice; Tara could tell Black and get fired, or keep her mouth shut and get a raise.”
    Freeze laughed. “Wanda gangster.”
    When Black and Bobby got to the gambling house, he headed straight toward the office until he saw Jackie at the table. He stopped to watch her play out the hand while Bobby continued to the office.
    When the hand was over Jackie pushed back from the table after racking a hundred thousand dollar pot. She got up and walked over to where Black was standing. “Well hello, Mr. Black,” Jackie said and stepped close to him. Black kissed her on the cheek and Jackie felt herself get a little wet.
    “How you doin’, Jackie? I didn’t know you played here. I see it’s goin’ all right for you.”
    “It has,” Jackie said nervously. She wanted to say something more, but couldn’t think of anything clever.
    “You done for the night?” Black asked.
    “No, I just came to holla at you. I haven’t seen you since—you know. I just wanted to—if you—were all right?”
    Black flashed a smile. “I’m okay, Jackie.”
    When Jackie saw him smile she wanted to offer herself to him on the spot. “I’m glad to hear that.”
    Black looked around the room and then back at Jackie. “I want you to do something for me.”
    “What’s that?” Jackie asked, hoping that he wanted her to bend over and grab her ankles.
    “I need to talk to Nick right now, but don’t leave. We’ll talk when I’m done,” Black said and walked toward the office where Nick and Freeze were waiting.
    After he dispensed with the pleasantries and Mylo brought him a drink and left the room, Black turned his attention to Nick. “So what you got for me?”
    “You remember the guy that told me how Shy was killed?”
    “Yeah, Xavier Assante. What