"I was longing for danger, for smokey bars, and a big case. But getting in over your head is way easier than it looks. Wait, I should go back. Gone through hell to bring home Deontay Brooks. I was his girl. He's, like, very traumatized. I can't handle this. He's not the only one with problems. Your divorce, your biological clock is ticking. Not just ticking, Aja. Barking at me like DMX. Just bark, bark, just give me a break. I was living a mostly normal life, but I did have a side mission. There's a pot of gold hidden in the heart of the city. Dee, you say treasure hunt. I hear avoidance. I am not avoiding. I'm compartmentalizing. That's very different. I ain't never gave a damn. I ain't never gave no. All clear. Green light. Green light. Stop using code words. It's not necessary. This is not the time for crazy, stupid antics. Remember, you got no backup. Don't worry about me. I know just what I'm doing. Ah! What did you just do? I'm sorry. It's booby traps. Girl, we treasure hunting like we the ghetto goons. We gotta cook. I didn't know it, but my message had set a gang war in motion. I lead that call to settle the score. You recovered your boyfriend's gun and the scene. He's innocent. I can't break up with a black man while he's in jail. Has hip hop taught us nothing? That gold is the only thing that's keeping me and my friends from a very unpleasant fate. Could we just survive one summer without you going full Scooby Doo? No. I don't think so. Gotta cook."