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with you. You don’t have to look so mad.”
“No bullshit—I mean …”
“Yes, of course I will. You went out of your way to please me. I like that a lot about you.”
Tommy hadn’t anticipated her going out with him on a date. He figured a girl like Alicia was way out of his league—and she was. She was cute; he wasn’t. She was in shape; he definitely was not that. He didn’t know where he would take her. He thought about asking her to go fishing but quickly dismissed the thought. She was too cute for that.
“So, Tommy, when and where are we going?”
“I don’t know. What would you like to do?”
She frowned. “Come on, Tommy. You’re supposed to know those types of things. Women like men who has everything all planned out. Women like men to take control. Come on, Tommy, be a man.”
“Well, I don’t know. Let me surprise you.”
She smiled then wiped her face again. “I like surprises.”
“Let’s go out Friday.”
“Friday is good.”
*****
    Mark Pratt pretended that the crumpled paper was a basketball and that he was shooting a three-pointer.
Ken Clarkson blocked Mark’s game-winning three-pointer. “Get that outta here.” He was happy to have blocked the shot because he knew he could only do that in the office. On the basketball court, he’d never beat Mark, never block his shot, never steal the ball from him, and never dunk on him. All of which Mark had done to him at will.
Ken continued his little celebration.
Then the phone rang. “Agent Pratt speaking.”
“How’s it going, Pratt? This is Agent Donahue of the Miami Division. I got news for you. We busted your boy Manny Gomez.”
“Oh yeah? How did that happen? I was thinking he was Mr. Untouchable.”
“A guy who’d grown up with his family just got a conscience. He knew that he was under investigation along with Gomez. He was scared. Came in and began talking, then he called an attorney and asked for immunity. We wired him up and sent him to make a buy from Gomez. We then raided the house and seized a hundred kilos of pure Colombian coke.”

Chapter 8
    T
he U.S. Marshals brought Manny Gomez into an interrogation room. When they took the cuffs off him, he lunged at Agent Donahue, reaching for his throat.
    Manny was quickly restrained and shoved into a corner. His head hit the cement wall. He bounced up and spat at a Marshal.
The big man grabbed Manny by his head and tossed him back to the floor.
“Fuck you. Fuck all you bastards!” Manny said.
“So, Manny, I take it that you don’t want to help yourself out of this jam,” Donahue said.
“Fuck you, you stinking pig. Haven’t you done enough? You’ve ruined my life.”
“Manny, you ruined your own life.”
“Who the hell are the two new goons?” Manny asked as he looked at Mark and Ken.
“These are my fellow officers from North Carolina. They are here to ask you a few questions.”
Manny’s eyebrows rose. “Is that so?”
“Yes. Do you know Tommy Dupree?”
“Yes ... Maybe ... Depends.”
“Are you his supplier?”
“No, George Bush is his supplier, and he’s mine too.” Manny remained on the floor, looking up.
Donahue walked over.
Manny spat on him then bit his shin.
Donahue grabbed Manny’s neck and choked him.
The two Marshals broke up the fight.
“Fuck you. I’ll never do your job for you.”
“Manny, you’re gonna die in jail.”
“I don’t give a fuck, as long as my family is taken care of. And guess what, buddy, my son is fifteen years old and he can spend a million dollars a year until he turns seventy five. Can you say that about your kids?”
“No, but I can go home to my kids,” Donahue bragged.
Manny laughed a loud, wicked laugh. “You guys are really fucking annoying. I try to give you valuable information about your president, but you don’t want to follow up on it. But if I say something about Tommy, a great guy who has nothing, you’ll put him away for years. See what a corrupt system we have here?”
“Manny you’re a really charming