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Law School Murders: Diamond State Music Group

Federal agents investigate the death of a rapper once poised to sign to a label.

By Skyler SaundersPublished 2 months ago 4 min read
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Law School Murders: Diamond State Music Group
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“That’s what I don’t get. They still got people from other places outside of the state coming here. They’re not solving anything. These crimes keep happening. We got rappers out here trying to represent other states like Jersey and Pennsylvania. It’s not right,” said Holbrook Brine.

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He wasn’t alone. The presence of the FBI was not welcomed entirely by the Wilmington neighborhoods. Partially, it was because some people had federal cases against them.

The rest just rested on their porches and watched the men and women in blue and gold windbreakers. They had an air of superiority that was not sensed in the state police department.

“I don’t think that they’re a good fit. They’re more of a nuisance than anything else. I swear,” Malaya Ferman said in between pulls on a menthol cigarette. “If they come asking questions from me, I’m closing my door.”

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Rappers still fell in the city. The way the FBI handled it was with efficiency if not intimacy. They didn’t present themselves as warm or particularly prickly. They just had an idea to hunker down and get information on their terms.

Their years of training came up against a formidable foe. He or she lurked in the darkness and presented a tainted sense of humor.

To lay down these hip hop artists was a gleeful thing to whoever was doing it. The agents had no more clue than Kim. She held in high esteem her role in taking over the Greenville situation. But the agents had an agenda that attempted to surpass her.

She wanted to be the one to nab the culprit, but she had no hard evidence. Although, a few details lingered in her mind. Tall K was very connected by way of inscribing the QR codes as a tattooist.

What she learned she passed off to the agents, even though she did not have a firm grasp on the situation herself. She didn’t regret leaving the city…for the moment.

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In the time that the agents had taken to investigate the cases, the populace began getting finicky.

“Yeah, they must be new. Fresh out of the academy. They don’t know which way or where to go,” Pinter Gosset pointed out. He chuckled lightly. “I’ve been wishing they would ask me questions. I could tell them how to do their jobs in this town.”

Still, the investigation continued. There remained body after body of young rappers just trying to get their weight up only to be struck down like ants under insecticide.

“It’s a shame. They’re just kids trying to make it out of Delaware. We can’t tell if they’ll come back or blow the industry up right here. Wilmington could be the new hub for entertainment and business. That’s what I’d like to see.” He shrugged. “We just haven’t been given the chance to see it, though,” Gosset observed.

Agent Peller Kosh, broad shouldered and tallish, forty-one years old, stepped to Gosset.

“Excuse me sir, do you have a moment? May I come in?”

Gosset looked at Agent Kosh with mild suspicion. He kissed his teeth. He opened the door. Bally Gosset fixed Kosh some iced tea and lemonade.

“Thank you ma’am,” Kosh acknowledged.

He sipped with a purpose. “Now, Mr. Gosset, you had ties to the victim Elray “Super Keed Six” Brown.”

“He was my nephew. He had the gift of gab.”

“I see. When was the last time you spoke with him?”

“The night before he was murdered.”

“Did he seem out of sorts or that he was talking erratically?”

“No, I can’t say that he was. He just seemed normal to me.”

“Did he discuss any plans or where he was headed?”

“He didn’t mention anything to me. He made the passing remark that he was about to sign a major deal.”

“Okay. What label was he going to sign to, sir?”

“Diamond State Music Group.”

“Is that located within the city?”

“It is. They had been looking for potential talent. They wanted him to establish himself on the Internet first. He made a video that got fifteen thousand views in a half an hour. They came running. Next thing they know, he’s found by a dumpster over on Southbridge.”

“I thank you for your cooperation Mr. Gosset. Mrs. Gosset.”

“Anything to help.”

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  • Test2 months ago

    Impressive work! Well written!

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