Drake.
“Make this good,” Smurf demanded. “You know this ain’t good for business.”
“Look, man, just calm down for a second,” the officer said seriously. He was older than Smurf, and more logical, but he also knew of Smurf’s rep. “I’m one of y’all. I was working for Dink over on Tremont.”
“I knew most of the people he dealt with,” Smurf told him seriously, not recalling his face.
“That’s nice and all that you think that,” the officer said in a serious tone. “But you didn’t know all of us. You were his heat, but Dink had a long reach and had corners everywhere. Actually, you gave my brother my corner, yo. I was around way before you came along.”
“I don’t give a damn if you were around before me,” Smurf said defiantly. “It’s not even the fact that you a fuckin’ pig. Right now, it’s the fact that you up in my spot, with yo’ fuckin uniform on, man.”
The officer rested up against the wall of Smurf’s office and looked at Dirty.
“It’s all part of the game and it was carefully planned out.”
“What you mean?” Smurf looked at the officer, then at Dirty.
“What we doin’ right now is just child’s play. Crack is just the beginning,” Dirty told Smurf. “We ’bout to take this shit to another level and we decided we needed someone on the inside who could help us.”
“What you mean, ‘we’?” Smurf questioned.
“We, meaning me and Dink.”
“He knows about this?”
“Oh yeah, we handpicked this nigga right here,” Dirty said, looking at the officer.
“Yep, they did,” he confirmed. “Dink wanted an inside man on the force; that’s why he got me off the streets. Nigga had me in school and everything. Made sure I made good grades and stayed out of trouble. I couldn’t be a part of the fuckin’ academy and hang out here slangin’ rock. The NYPD investigates all of their wannabe cops and their families. How would it look with me out there with a fuckin’ record, saying I wanna be a cop?” He watched Smurf closely and was glad to see him take his hand off his gun. He knew that Smurf was hotheaded and had a trigger finger.
Smurf looked closely at him and calmed down as he tucked his gun away.
“Yeah, so you know we cool like that. I’m Terrance, Drake’sbrother.” Smurf didn’t respond. “But I believe you wanted this.” Terrance handed him copies of the information that Drake had asked him to get.
Smurf sat down on the old rickety desk and quickly thumbed through it, grunting at the contents. “What you gonna do if someone asks about this?” Smurf inquired with raised eyebrows.
“Man . . . that’s the problem. That in your hand is a copy. The dossier is at the station.”
“What the fuck am I gonna do with a goddamn copy!” Smurf yelled. Even Drake looked at his brother like he was crazy.
“I wanted to get that to you so you could start makin’ moves. From the looks of it, my partner was working with someone on the streets to get this shit.”
“Yeah, I know,” Smurf said. “Yo, is yo’ partner a skinny lil’ light-skinned black dude with that dirty sandy-colored hair and freckles?”
“Yeah man, that’s him. Why?”
Smurf laughed for a minute. “You know he a faggot, right?”
Terrance looked at him with a quizzical expression on his face. “Clifton? A what ?”
“A fuckin’ faggot. He likes dick, man.”
“How the hell you know that?” Terrance asked, beginning to feel uncomfortable.
“You remember Marco, right?”
“Yeah,” Terrance confirmed. “Him and Dink went back a ways; I couldn’t stand his bitch ass.”
“Me neither, but he exchanged info with your boy and gave him head, too. I saw that shit, man.” Smurf’s face tightened in a grimace, trying to block out the memory.
“Marco was his contact? Damn!” Terrance ran his hand over his face in amazement. “He was bragging about working on abig drug case before Crystal got blasted. But nobody took his ass seriously because he always
“Make this good,” Smurf demanded. “You know this ain’t good for business.”
“Look, man, just calm down for a second,” the officer said seriously. He was older than Smurf, and more logical, but he also knew of Smurf’s rep. “I’m one of y’all. I was working for Dink over on Tremont.”
“I knew most of the people he dealt with,” Smurf told him seriously, not recalling his face.
“That’s nice and all that you think that,” the officer said in a serious tone. “But you didn’t know all of us. You were his heat, but Dink had a long reach and had corners everywhere. Actually, you gave my brother my corner, yo. I was around way before you came along.”
“I don’t give a damn if you were around before me,” Smurf said defiantly. “It’s not even the fact that you a fuckin’ pig. Right now, it’s the fact that you up in my spot, with yo’ fuckin uniform on, man.”
The officer rested up against the wall of Smurf’s office and looked at Dirty.
“It’s all part of the game and it was carefully planned out.”
“What you mean?” Smurf looked at the officer, then at Dirty.
“What we doin’ right now is just child’s play. Crack is just the beginning,” Dirty told Smurf. “We ’bout to take this shit to another level and we decided we needed someone on the inside who could help us.”
“What you mean, ‘we’?” Smurf questioned.
“We, meaning me and Dink.”
“He knows about this?”
“Oh yeah, we handpicked this nigga right here,” Dirty said, looking at the officer.
“Yep, they did,” he confirmed. “Dink wanted an inside man on the force; that’s why he got me off the streets. Nigga had me in school and everything. Made sure I made good grades and stayed out of trouble. I couldn’t be a part of the fuckin’ academy and hang out here slangin’ rock. The NYPD investigates all of their wannabe cops and their families. How would it look with me out there with a fuckin’ record, saying I wanna be a cop?” He watched Smurf closely and was glad to see him take his hand off his gun. He knew that Smurf was hotheaded and had a trigger finger.
Smurf looked closely at him and calmed down as he tucked his gun away.
“Yeah, so you know we cool like that. I’m Terrance, Drake’sbrother.” Smurf didn’t respond. “But I believe you wanted this.” Terrance handed him copies of the information that Drake had asked him to get.
Smurf sat down on the old rickety desk and quickly thumbed through it, grunting at the contents. “What you gonna do if someone asks about this?” Smurf inquired with raised eyebrows.
“Man . . . that’s the problem. That in your hand is a copy. The dossier is at the station.”
“What the fuck am I gonna do with a goddamn copy!” Smurf yelled. Even Drake looked at his brother like he was crazy.
“I wanted to get that to you so you could start makin’ moves. From the looks of it, my partner was working with someone on the streets to get this shit.”
“Yeah, I know,” Smurf said. “Yo, is yo’ partner a skinny lil’ light-skinned black dude with that dirty sandy-colored hair and freckles?”
“Yeah man, that’s him. Why?”
Smurf laughed for a minute. “You know he a faggot, right?”
Terrance looked at him with a quizzical expression on his face. “Clifton? A what ?”
“A fuckin’ faggot. He likes dick, man.”
“How the hell you know that?” Terrance asked, beginning to feel uncomfortable.
“You remember Marco, right?”
“Yeah,” Terrance confirmed. “Him and Dink went back a ways; I couldn’t stand his bitch ass.”
“Me neither, but he exchanged info with your boy and gave him head, too. I saw that shit, man.” Smurf’s face tightened in a grimace, trying to block out the memory.
“Marco was his contact? Damn!” Terrance ran his hand over his face in amazement. “He was bragging about working on abig drug case before Crystal got blasted. But nobody took his ass seriously because he always
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