Fencing Goods
I hate this apartment complex at the corner of Simpson Stuart and Bonnieview. This place has no less than 5 cops in it at all times. (Most of the cops are black and they stand in the parking lot. The only white cop I’ve seen did not seem interested in getting out of the car.) Serena says she feels safe with all the cops; by the way, it was the apartment complex across the street where she got mugged in January 2006.
This day, I got situated as usual in the back of the SUV. I pulled out my computer and began to get work done. It was almost dusk so I figured it would be hard for people to see me. WRONG! Within 5 minutes this guy in his 20’s with a long overcoat on (it’s May by the way) is knocking on my window wondering what I’m doing. This was one of the few times I did not get out and meet the guy face-to-face. Remember, I’m scared of this complex! He asked if I was a cop; he made comments about me being in the car; he insuated about my fate; he finally left. I see him walking around the complex with intend but no destination going into this house, then to another, then meeting people on the street, into house, and now back to ME! (Remember, he’s got a long coat on and I don’t know what’s under it.) This time he asks me, “Do you know where I can get a stolen laptop?” I politely answered “no” and he walked off.
It’s time for me to pick up the phone, call Serena, and tell her to hurry up or I’m going for a drive. She didn’t pickup… but she is walking out of the apartment. Shooo. I’m ready to get out of here!