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would surely jump if given this same opportunity.”
    “I’m not a puppet. I don’t scratch my head if it don’t itch and I don’t jump at every opportunity I’m offered. Like I said, you can go find one of them other hoe ass niggas in here cuz I ain’t no rat,” Braylon seethed angrily. Braylon stood tall and didn’t break. In his eyes this little rendezvous was over.
    “So you’re just going to give up your freedom that easily? You’re going to rot in here for the rest of your life instead of making something good out of a bad situation. What about Zoey? Did she die in vain?” Dame asked.
    “Don’t speak about her,” Braylon said. His voice was so low when he spoke that it sounded like a whisper, but it carried the weight of a threat all the same.
    “She wouldn’t want you to die inside these walls. Don’t you want to be able to at least visit her at her gravesite or put flowers on her head stone?” Dame asked. The sorrow that passed over Braylon’s expression let Dame know that he had finally hit a nerve. Bingo, the narcotics detective thought. He had found the angle that would sway Braylon into seeing things his way. “All the wrong that you contributed to the streets ... give some good back to it. It’s not about being a snitch. Be a man and stand accountable for the things that you’ve done. Do it for Zoey ... she was a good girl. She was going places and now she’s going nowhere. Think about all the other Zoey’s out there ... all the other young innocent ladies who fall victim to the flip side of the game.”
    “Why me? Why you barking up my tree with all this?” Braylon asked as his inner guilt began to seep out, tainting his judgment. He was plagued with visions of Zoey and he closed his eyes to stop himself from feeling too much. Braylon stood but the idea of being trapped in his tiny cell, alone with his thoughts, was more challenging than facing Dame. His wounded heart bled fresh emotion as he paced back and forth in turmoil.
    “Fuck!” he exclaimed as he put both hands on the table and put his head down in disgrace.
    There was no way that he could block out all that he was feeling. He was going through too much inside and the anger on top of resentment boiled to the surface. He had told Zoey he was sorry a thousand times in his mind. He hadn’t even been able to attend her funeral services because he had no legal ties to her. She wasn’t his wife and the system didn’t recognize or even acknowledge their connection. So he was forced to mourn her from his cage and miss seeing her face one last time. At that moment he felt like he had nothing to lose. He needed to go to her grave ... to see her name spelled out on the marble stone. He wanted nothing more than to have the ability to go to her and speak to her even though he would never hear her speak back. All of those things are what made him ache to be free.
    “Why me?” he asked again, this time as a few tears snuck out of his eyes. He quickly brushed them away before looking at Dame.
    “Because you’ve lived it ... you walk like them, talk like them ... you are them Braylon, and we need someone like you who can get inside and not arouse suspicion. At the end of this thing, your testimony will put the right people behind bars. You don’t deserve the hand you’ve been dealt, but it’s all you got. Now you have to play your cards right. Whether we get a conviction or not ... at the end of this thing you get to walk away; free. Just for your participation you walk away from all of this with an expunged record,” Reed said.
    With Zoey on his mind and nothing to lose he said, “Okay. I’ll do it. I want out of here as soon as possible.” His ears received the words as if he wasn’t the one who had spoken them and he could not believe what he had been reduced to. A bottom feeder ... a cold hearted rat. He was about to become what he had once hated and he was about to commit to do the one thing he swore he never would.