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Remember?”
“Well, you can never be too sure.”
“I don’t want to chill; I need to make money.”
“I need money, too.”
“Nigga, you got to have at least a million dollars.”
“I wish, Twin.”
“But you got money for the best lawyers, just in case some shit goes down.”
“I don’t put my trust in lawyers. That’s how niggas go to the pen.”
“Fatboy, let’s make one more run.”
“One more?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess we can since Manny seems to think it’s going to be okay.”
“Manny said it was okay then its okay. He’s been doing this shit a whole lot longer than we have.”
“You think so?”
“I know so, man. Relax and let’s get this money as long as we can.”

Chapter 7
    T
ommy’s phone record indicated that he’d recently talked to Manny Alvarez. Mark made a call to DEA, Miami division, and ran Alvarez’s name by the agent-in-charge, Mario Santiallas.
    Santiallas had forwarded the call to Matthew Donahue, the agent that had been investigating Manny for the past three years.
“Alvarez is supplying North Carolina?” Mark asked.
“Actually, Alvarez isn’t his real name, but it’s been his name for the past six months. His real name is Manny Gomez, but Alvarez is his alias. We’re watching him, and we’re watching your guys when they come into town.”
“Really?” Mark said. Then he turned Manny’s picture over.
“Yes. Gomez is major. He’s supplying Tennessee, Georgia, Louisiana, and Virginia, New York, and New Jersey.”
“Yes, that’s serious.”
“Does he talk on phones?”
“He has several phones, and he rarely says anything except suggesting a meeting for drinks.”
“I guess he’s gonna be a tough one, huh?”
“Actually, I think we’re onto something. We’ve just pinched his Louisiana guy with ten kilos, and he’s being helpful.”
“Singing, huh?”
“The next American Idol.”
Mark laughed. “So if you set Manny up, what do you think he’ll do?”
“I don’t know. These situations can be tough when it’s a family organization. I don’t think he’ll rat on his family as long as he can still make moves from inside.”
“Will he be able to do that?”
“Manny is powerful; we estimate he’s moving at least five thousand kilos a week.”
“Yeah, your guy is major. Keep me posted on his status.” “You bet,” Donahue said. Mark terminated the call.
*****
    Alicia and Tommy met in front of Gold’s gym. She wore Nike running shoes, no socks, and tight nylon shorts that revealed her muscular legs. Tommy couldn’t help but stare, and he couldn’t wait for her to turn around so he could see her backside. He got an erection just looking at Alicia, something he hadn’t been able to do in a while.
    They walked to the desk together, and she told the attendant that Tommy was her guest for the day.
First they went to the bench. She worked out with a hundred pounds. Her objective was noy to bulk up but remain toned and defined.
Tommy walked around the gym. He felt out of place. Not that he hadn’t been accustomed to working out, but he just wasn’t in shape. He scanned the gym. Most of the patrons were white, and they came in all sizes—thin, fat, short, and even pudgy like him. By far, out of all the women, Alicia had the best body. He went to the water fountain twice, trying to kill some time, and hoped Alicia wasn’t going to ask him to get on the bench press. But it happened on his fourth trip from the water fountain.
“Tommy, I hope you ain’t just planning on watching me.”
“Actually, I was just planning on watching today.”
“Wrong. If you’re going to be in my presence, you’re going to have to get yourself in some kind of shape.” She walked over to him and nudged his belly.
“I got a stomach of steel.” He laughed then rubbed his belly.
“That’s really sad that you’re proud of that gut. You act like a redneck trucker or something.”
Tommy put another hundred pounds on the bench. The total was now two hundred pounds.
“Since