The Cost of Vengeance
get by,” Brown said cautiously.
    “I know it must be tough paying that fat car note and keeping three kids in private school,” Sanchez said and the look on Brown’s face told the story. “Mount Holy Oak, that place ain’t cheap.”
    “What’s going on here, lieutenant?”
    “I wanted to talk to you about Kenyatta Damson,” Sanchez said.
    “The vic from the other night; what about her?”
    “How much did you ask her for?” I asked.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Brown said and squirmed in his chair.
    “Well maybe you’d like to tell me what you were doing with Bryce Tyler, and what you had to talk about for an hour?” Sanchez said and I dropped the pictures of him and Bryce Tyler in front of him.
    “I need your gun and your shield,” Sanchez said and held out his hand.
    I guess Brown knew he was done and quietly gave it up. Then he started talking about a deal where he could walk out of this without going to jail. “The deal is that you give up every dirty cop in the building,” Sanchez said.
    At that point, he asked to have a PBA rep present. When the rep got there, Brown told us what he was doing and then he rolled on no less then seventeen cops who were taking payoffs from the same drug dealers they were supposed to be arresting. “So what happened with Kenyatta Damson?”
    “She’d been payin’ us off for years. She used to sell for Lorenzo Copeland, the one that killed McDill.”
    “Was McDill dirty?” Sanchez asked.
    “He got me started. That’s why he was fuckin’ with Copeland that day. He approached Copeland after we flipped Bryce Tyler, but Copeland was an arrogant fuck and wouldn’t play ball. After he went down, I found out that she was back up and running in the same spot, and I approached her. I told her that if she didn’t want to suffer the same fate as Copeland then she would pay.”
    “What happened that night? Why’d you go see her?” Sanchez asked.
    “I told her the price was going up,” Brown said.
    “You fucks always get greedy,” I said in disgust.
    “But she refused to pay.”
    “That why you had her killed?” I asked.
    “I didn’t know he was gonna kill her.”
    “Who?”
    “Bryce Tyler.” Brown said. “Anytime somebody didn’t want to pay, we’d send Bryce around and he’d convince them that it was in their best interest to pay.”
    “What happened then? Dead dealers don’t pay,” I said.
    “He said that it was personal.”
    “That what you were talking about?”
    “Yeah, I told him that he had fucked up and that he needed to lay low for a while ’cause you were putting pressure on us to close this one.”
    “How do we find him?” Sanchez asked.
     
Chapter Thirteen
     
Mike Black
     
    As Bobby drove to Nita Blue’s spot, I thought about Ms. West. Every time I saw her it was always my intention to seduce her, but somehow, each time we meet it turned into a discussion about business. She called me one night and invited me to her apartment. Ms. West said that she had something important to talk to me about. It didn’t matter what she wanted to talk about, I was going to talk her out of her clothes.
    When I got there, Ms. West was dressed in a black Herve Leger armor trim dress, with a single strap across the shoulder and a string of pearls. She looked beautiful, but she always does, and I’ve come to expect nothing less from her.
    That night Ms West told me that an ex-KGB operative with ties to the Izmaylovskaya mob named Oleg Mushnikov was trying to shake her down for twenty percent of her business. “How do you wanna come outta this?”
    “With this guy off my back and me not owing you twenty percent of my business,” Jada said quietly.   And just like that, the seduction of Jada West once again, got put on hold. I called and arranged a meeting with Oleg Mushnikov that same night and offered him a deal that in the long-term would be far more lucrative for him than Ms. West’s little pussy business.
    It was kind of

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