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in over a decade, and when I do, let’s just say it’s a good day.” Columbo, a huge smile on his face, folded his arms and rested them on his protruding belly. “I tell you. You give me a big prize.”
    “Columbo, have you had a case stick yet?” Des asked. “It’s a wonder that you still got a job on the force.” Des normally would never indulge in any conversation with a police officer, but Detective Columbo was different. He was the kind of police officer who gave the men in blue a bad name. Detective Columbo was worse than a hemorrhoid. He was always up a man’s ass and full of shit. It got his dick hard to lock up a black man who was making more money than he was—legally or illegally.
    “Scum like you make me work harder to keep the streets clean” was Detective Columbo’s comeback.
    “You’re a waste of good taxpayers’ money, Columbo,” Des said, fighting down the urge to spit in the man’s face.
    “Too bad I can’t work on this one,” Columbo said, pretending to be dejected. “Well, you won’t have to worry about the good taxpayers of Virginia’s good money going to waste. The state of Maryland will be here to pick you up soon.”
    Des looked at Columbo, dumbfounded. “Maryland?” He asked.
    “Just keep playing stupid,” Columbo grunted. “That’ll make a good defense.”

CHAPTER 4

    The Take Over
    A fter his court hearing, just as Yarni had promised, Des was released from jail. Once out on bail, he decided to take things slowly and spend a couple of weeks enjoying his little baby girl and catching up on missed time with Yarni. But it wasn’t long before it was back to business as usual.
    Des was in his study, ending a call on his cell phone, when he heard the doorbell ring. He looked through the peephole before opening the door to find his nephew standing there.
    “How you get past my gate?”
    Nasir ignored the question. “Unc, I need to talk to you,” he said, coming through the door in an uproar. Perspiration was on his forehead, and worry, rage, and frustration were all over his face.
    Des was concerned. “What seems to be the problem, nephew?” He started leading Nasir toward the study but stopped short with his nephew’s words.
    “I need some guns,” Nasir said, pacing the hallway.
    “Guns? What for?” Des was surprised that whatever the problem was, it was already out of hand.
    “This nigga gots to go.” Nasir continued pacing the floor.
    “Come on in here,” Des said, ushering Nasir to his study. He closed the double doors behind them before asking, “What nigga? And why does he have to go?”
    “The motherfucker I been getting my work from,” Nasir said, fuming. “He trippin’.”
    “About what?”
    “He a hating-ass nigga, that’s all.” Nasir balled his fist as he explained, “I move three onions a week for this nigga, Monte, all in eight balls. And the only reason I ain’t movin’ more is because the chump put me on a limit.”
    “Calm down and take a seat,” Des said, pointing at the couch to the left of his desk. “What happened? What exactly did he do?”
    Nasir sat down while Des took the seat at his desk. “Look, Unc,” Nasir started, “I ain’t got time to get into all that with you. The nigga disrespected me, and either you gon’ loan me yo’ tools or you ain’t.”
    “Hold tight, youngin.” Des put his hand up. “I’m not gonna send you running into a brick wall.” Des tried to reason with his nephew. “What’s this…about him disrespecting your name?”
    “He ain’t nobody for real. I’m slinging the majority of the work fo’ him. I’m moving shit faster than a nigga on a laxative diet, and the motherfucker still charging me top dollar. That’s some bullshit.”
    “Besides a disagreement in prices and inventory, why you so mad?” Des said with a smile.
    “Like I was saying, I move more shit than any of dem other niggas copping from him combined,” he stressed by pointing to his chest. “My money ain’t never