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face when he saw the platinum and
gold necklaces.
    “Bingo!”
    “Get back in the house!” Tywan ordered, drawing
his pistol.
    Rich quickly got over his shock and studied
the familiar man’s face. He backpedalled into the house noticing no
fear in the man’s face.
    “You’re making a big mistake.”
    “I’ve been known to do that. Where’s the
money?”
    “What money? Hey, wait a minute! Don’t I know
you from somewhere?”
    Tywan hit him across the face with the
pistol, causing him to fall to one knee. “I’m going to ask you one
more time. Where’s the money?”
    Rich glanced at the suitcases that contained
a half million dollars and sighed, “It’s in the suitcase.”
    “Open it up for me.”
    Rich opened one of them, hoping the man
wouldn’t ask him to open the other one.
    Tywan saw the saran-wrapped money and cut his
eye at the second suitcase. The look on Rich’s face made him
curious, so he demanded him to open it, also.
    Rich complied. “Happy? Don’t spend it all in
one place.”
    Tywan was happy, indeed. “Shut up and go over
there in the corner.” Rich once again complied.
    “Now tuck your head in it and-“ He swung his
gun as a young boy appeared from the back wielding a large
handgun.
    “Don’t shoot! Rich yelled. “He’s just a
kid!”
    “Drop the gun!” Tywan demanded. “Don’t make
me do it to you.”
    Rashaun’s hand trembled slightly as he cocked
the hammer back. “Drop your gun.”
    “Please,” Rich begged, holding his hands in a
praying gesture. “Don’t shoot my nephew; he’s only
fourteen-years-old.”
    “Tell him to drop the gun then, before I blow
his brains out.”
    Rich turned to Rashaun and pleaded. “Put the
gun down, neph. Let him leave with the money; I’ll get some
more.”
    “I can’t, Uncle Rich. Remember what you and
my daddy taught me. Stay sucker-free, stand up for what I believe
in, and don’t let nobody take what’s mine.”
    “I know, but it’s a right time for that. And
that’s not now. Put the gun down! Now!”
    “No!” he insisted, stubbornly. “My daddy died
the same way. He thought the man was just going to take the money
but he took his life, too.”
    Tywan silently cursed for forgetting he saw
two heads in the Bel Air. The conviction in the boy’s voice led him
to believe that the boy wasn’t going out without a fight. He didn’t
want to shoot the boy, but he definitely wasn’t about to let him
shoot him. He swore again silently when he recognized that he was
in the midst of a bad robbery.

Chapter 8
    Agent Kardash loved his job because of
all of the advantages his badge gave him. And, needless to say, he
utilized every one of them.
    At some point in his fifteen year career, his
informants gave him the name ‘Satan.’ They named him that because
once someone sold their soul to him, by giving substantial
assistance to the government; they would forever be in debt with
him. Everyone who resisted him paid the price of being exposed that
they were working with the Feds. It didn’t matter to him they had
fulfilled their obligations; once a snitch, always a snitch.
    He had lived up to his nickname when Rich
failed to set up C-Jay. Usually, Kardash would just send any
informant to purchase drugs from the guy that he wanted, but C-Jay
was very particular about who he dealt with. And because Rich was a
high-level drug dealer himself, Kardash had assumed that C-Jay
would want to rub shoulders with him. That wasn’t the case, though,
C-Jay became naturally suspicious of Rich and refused him. He had
even gone the extra mile by leaving town. Kardash knew all of this,
but he never considered showing Rich mercy. As far as he was
concerned, all drug dealers were pawns. And the board was his back
yard.
    He rejoiced now that he knew that Rich’s
image was in ruins. Nobody wanted to deal with a snitch. And to
make things worse, he was on his way to tell Rich that he was under
investigation for money laundering. He loved his