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don’t mean they would do the same for you, you know? Twin has been a grimy-ass nigga since we were kids.”
Nia entered the kitchen. “JoJo, I’ve been telling his ass this since day one, but he seems to think that people care about him. Twin ain’t your friend.”
“He damn sure ain’t.”
Fatboy made eye contact with Nia. “Would you let me and JoJo have some privacy, and stay in a woman’s place.”
Nia folded her arms. “That’s why you got robbed, nigga.”
“Fuck you! Get out of here.”
Nia burst through the double doors that led to the living room.
“Back to what I was saying. Twin grew up with us, but he ain’t your friend.”
Fatboy glanced at JoJo. “I just get a funny feeling about this whole incident.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know … Maybe like somebody told this guy who I was and where to find me.”
“You think it was Twin?”
“Naw, I don’t think Twin would do something like that. I really don’t.”
*****
    Jennifer was a little uneasy about going to the DEA’s office to meet with Agent Pratt, but she didn’t want to be charged with possession of ecstasy. She’d remembered one of her customers, Gino the Italian, who was busted for X and got twenty-five years with the state. Gino was a tough mobster type who could do time with no problem, but she wasn’t even trying to be tough. Hell, she was a girl.
    Agent Pratt stood and greeted her when she entered his small office. “Good to see you, Jennifer.”
She smiled but didn’t say anything.
“So how was your day?”
“It’s just beginning.”
“Please have a seat.” Mark pulled a chair out for her.
Jennifer sat down and crossed her legs. “Do you have any water or something to drink?”
“Will bottled water work?”
“That will be fine. I’m just a little thirsty, that’s all.”
Mark left and Jennifer examined many pictures of him throughout the office. Most were pictures of him and an older man. Jennifer assumed that the man was Mark’s father. There were pictures of Mark at his college graduation and pictures of him playing little league baseball. It was obvious to Jennifer that Agent Pratt had come from a stable family, unlike many African-Americans she’d come in contact with.
Mark returned with the water, and Agent Ken Clarkson joined them. “Hello, Jennifer.”
“Him again.” He wondered what led her to be with a drug dealer.
“Jennifer … I’m your friend.” Ken smiled then grabbed a yellow legal pad from Mark’s file cabinet.
“Yeah, whatever.”
Ken pulled up a chair and sat beside her, legal pad resting on his lap. “Okay, Jennifer, let’s start with Twin.”
Jennifer took a deep breath.
“Jennifer, you don’t want to talk about Twin?”
“Well, Twin is my man.”
“You wanna get tried for that ecstasy? I’m telling you, the judges ain’t nice to cute little blonde white girls anymore, especially when it comes to ecstasy. Trust me, Jennifer, we can send you away for at least ten years.”
“Let me start with Tommy—he’s the Big Man.”
“Who the hell is he?”
“I think his name is Tommy Dupree. They call him Fatboy.”
Mark’s eyes lit up. “I’ve been investigating him for about two years.”
“Yeah, he’s the man,” Jennifer said. “He has the big house on the lake, Porsches, Benzes and shit...”
“So you work for Tommy?” Ken asked.
“No, I work for Twin.”
“Twin works for Tommy?”
“Not exactly. I mean, Tommy has the most money and the connection. Twin doesn’t work for him.”
“So it’s Twin, Tommy, and…who else in this little crew?”
“JoJo … Joe Ingram.”
Ken scribbled on the legal pad.
Mark stood and paced. “Do you think you could help us get some audio on Tommy or Twin? I’ve been trying to get him ever since we closed the book on Jamal Stewart.”
“Hell no. I’m not wearing a wire. Are you fuckin crazy? If Twin discovers me doing some shit like that he will kill me.”
“We will be near to make sure everything goes okay.”
“I’m