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Chapters (95)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Forty-Nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-One
  56. Fifty-Two
  57. Fifty-Three
  58. Fifty-Four
  59. Fifty-Five
  60. Fifty-Six
  61. Fifty-Seven
  62. Fifty-Eight
  63. Fifty-Nine
  64. Sixty
  65. Sixty-One
  66. Sixty-Two
  67. Sixty-Three
  68. Sixty-Four
  69. Sixty-Five
  70. Sixty-Six
  71. Sixty-Seven
  72. Sixty-Eight
  73. Sixty-Nine
  74. Seventy
  75. Seventy-One
  76. Seventy-Two
  77. Seventy-Three
  78. Seventy-Four
  79. Seventy-Five
  80. Seventy-Six
  81. Seventy-Seven
  82. Seventy-Eight
  83. Seventy-Nine
  84. Eighty
  85. Eighty-One
  86. Eighty-Two
  87. Eighty-Three
  88. Eighty-Four
  89. Eighty-Five
  90. Eighty-Six
  91. Eighty-Seven
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. Also by David Swinson
  95. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.

“One of those tags comes back to Jasper’s personal vehicle.”

“No shit?”

“Yeah. I’ll call a cruiser to get over there, and I’m on my way, too.”

“No. You have work to do, and I’m still pretty good with my gun. I’m not leaving the house, and I know he’s not stupid enough to come in. He’s probably just checking if cops are surveilling me.”

“The other two cars come back to females, but it might be a couple of his boys in them.”

“I’m serious, Al. Don’t fucking come here. I’m going to call Hurley. I know they have him under surveillance, and I don’t want to fuck it up for him.”

“Fucking stay away from your windows, all right?”

“Don’t worry, partner. We’ve both been through much worse.”

“If I don’t hear from you in thirty, I’m going there.”

“I’ll call you back. Stay out of this. I mean it, and don’t call Hurley, because I’m not supposed to be talking to anybody about it. So which tag is it?”

“The FOP tag. It’s a red Cadillac sedan.”

“I got it. I’ll talk to you later. And do not call anybody, Luna. You’ll fuck me up.”

“Shut up with that shit talk. Thirty minutes.”

“Later.”

“Yeah.”

I slip my phone in the inner pocket of my jacket.

My night just got a whole lot easier.

Eighty-Three

Eighty-Three

I call Luna back in thirty minutes and advise him that Hurley’s on it. I pound it into him to not tell anyone I told him about the investigation. After a few expletives, he promises.

I grab my backpack. My big sacrifice is inside it. I cut a few grams off of the brick I got from the boys on Riggs Street, enough to wean me off. The rest—fuck, that’ll make District court if Jasper gets locked up with it. And if I do it right, he will.

I feel like I’m giving up my life.

Shit. Don’t think twice.

I also have the gun that I took off Biddy and five thousand dollars in denominations of fives, tens, and twenties. On the way here I stopped at a gas station near my house, where I bought a few boxes of zips, like the kind a corner dealer would use to sell anything from a quarter gram to a full gram of blow. I also bought a box containing fifty rose-glass tubes, like the kind used for crack pipes.

I sit in the car until it’s after midnight. Fewer people walking around on the side streets. Most of the action is in the front of the club. I do a single hefty bump and walk back to the lot.