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gangs who took the other side of the action

    3) accept pro and college bets without actively
soliciting them

    4) continue his street agent shake downs by
matchmaking second-tier college scholarship hopefuls and with
mid-major university basketball recruiters.

    A few years had passed and Bobby G. was
thirty-years-old. He had taken care of many of the local Chicago
police with bribe money or street agent introductions for their
kids. Bobby G. was flagrant about his bling. He drove his BMW
throughout the streets of Chicago. Most cops waived when he roared
by except a highly motivated, over-zealous rookie. The new cop
watched Bobby G. roll by smoking a blunt the size of a huge Cohiba
cigar. He pulled Bobby over, gave him his Miranda Warning, and
roughly clamped on handcuffs.
    “Com’on flatfoot. I can take care of you. We don’t
have to go through this shit.”
    “Are you trying to offer a bride to a police
officer, Sir?”
    Bobby changed tactics, “I have lots of friends on
the force and in the DA’s office. You don’t understand my
reach.”
    The officer was not having any of it. “If I were
you, I’d shut my trap and stop incriminating yourself. You are
going to the Cook County Lockup”.

Chapter Four. Bobby G.’s NAU Connection

    The holding cell in the detainee section of Cook
County’s Lockup was the oldest and least secure. Due to several
escapes in the past, the state rebuilt the area for hardened
criminals and long-timers with safety in mind. The original section
was minimally suitable for low-level crimes and new lockups. This
was not Bobby G.’s first time smelling the stench of the limestone
bricks as he walked inside and began the booking process using the
standard procedure. It smelled worse than a mildewed basketball
locker room. He treated his arrest for marijuana possession a minor
inconvenience easily rectified by one of the “heebs”.
    Bobby G. was booked and processed around midnight.
He moved into the holding cage with nine other arrestees after he
was humiliated and photographed like everyone else in the shower
room. Coincidentally, his cousin Davis was already in the
overcrowded cell. The two had not seen each other since the demise
of their gang. Davis sneered at Bobby G. as though he was going to
attack him, but he waited until the two guards locked the door and
began their card game.
    Clearly, Davis was agitated. He moved closer to
Bobby in a menacing way.
    “What’s wrong, cuz?” asked Bobby.
    “You snitched on us and ruined the club, you prick,”
he said trying to keep from arousing the guards’ attention.
    “Davis, is that what you think? On my mama, I
swear that I had nothing to do with the downfall. No way man – I
don’t work for the pigs!”
    “Shut the fuck up, man. I thought you were my Ace , that you had my muther fuckin’ back. While you’re
chillin’ out there, I was sentenced to an Uno in Joliet
Correctional for the drug business. I figure you ratted out the
whole club, you fuck.”
    With that said, Davis lunged across the floor in an
effort to choke his onetime running mate. The person sitting next
to Bobby G. was Marcus Imari. Sensing that any trouble in the cage
would draw all of them into a fight, which would anger the guards,
Marcus intercepted Davis and corralled him into a headlock.
    Davis struggled to breathe while in his grasp. “This
isn’t your business, big boy.”
    “In here, it’s all of our business. Chill down and
I’ll let you go. These guards are going to break up your fight
swinging those damn clubs,” said Marcus as he released the pressure
on Davis’ head.
    One of the guards heard the commotion and got up
from his card table chair. “What’s going on in there?”
    Marcus answered, “We’re all ok. This guy slipped and
banged his head, but he’ll be alright.”
    “That’s right boss,” said a slightly embarrassed
Davis. “I’m ok. It’s cool. No problem.”
    When he calmed down Davis and Bobby G. talked
quietly. Bobby