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used to check for bugs and trackers in his hand.
    Matt opened the door as he buttoned up his shirt. With the duffle bag of cash over his shoulder, he declared, “Okay. Let’s do this.”
    “Not so fast. I’ll take the bag,” Eddie demanded and held out his hand.
    Matt shook his head. “I don’t think so. And run off with my money?”
    “I need to check it.”
    “Then check it while I hold onto it. I’m not dumb enough to hand over ten grand just to have you steal it.”
    Eddie was turning red. It was likely he had never been questioned before. He was used to his own underlings following every order he gave. “Fine. Hold it out for me.”
    Matt held the bag out but kept a tight grip on it as Eddie unzipped it and looked around the inside before running his tracker around the bag. With a nod of his head, one of the underlings started to pat Matt down before taking the tracker and running it over Matt’s body.
    “Are we good yet,or do you want to play with my balls, too?” Matt said with a hint of boredom to his voice.
    “We’re good. Let’s go.”
    Matt followed Eddie to his truck and got in. He didn’t look around for Tate or Forgy as Eddie drove through the small town, around curving mountains, and into a small subdivision of houses that were larger than most around town. They had expansive yards and American flags on porches decorated with pots of mums. Minivans and a couple of luxury sedans were parked in driveways. Swing sets were in the backyards and bikes were tossed on the sidewalks.
    “This is where Jared lives? The big bad drug dealer?” Matt laughed incredulously.
    “This is the best neighborhood in the entire county. He has a wife and kids to think about. Besides, what better way to keep an eye out than a freaking neighborhood watch?” Eddie grinned as if this were the best idea in the world.
    Matt shook his head as they pulled into a driveway in front of a pretty two-story tan house with a little red wagon in the front yard and kids’ toys stacked on the porch. It had a black front door, black shutters, and flower baskets under the windows. Eddie parked the car behind a minivan with five stick figures on the back window and a massive tricked-out black Ford truck. Matt slowly got out of Eddie’s car. He looked around at the family-friendly neighborhood and wondered if the residents knew what went on at this house.
    A light shone through a door on the side of the house that led into the garage. A pretty yellow curtain covered the window in the upper half of the door with different-sized handprints on it. The small date under the handprints showed it to be a Christmas present from the kids. Eddie pushed a button and the door unlocked. With a quick glance, Matt saw the house had a high-tech security system, including a doorbell to the garage with a night vision camera built into it.
    Eddie walked into the converted garage and Matt followed. He didn’t hide the fact that he was curious about his surroundings. Most people would be if they walked into the second-biggest drug dealer’s house in the state. The garage was impeccable. The floor had nice glossy epoxy on it that resembled white and gray marble. Two large rectangular worktables with stainless steel tops sat in the middle of the room. Behind them, along the entire length of the wall, were custom storage shelves from floor to ceiling. Pretty canvas storage baskets of all sizes and colors filled the shelves. They had initials and names embroidered on them as if they stored nothing more than little Timmy’s old clothes.
    Matt turned to his left. There was a sitting area with old leather furniture facing a television hanging on the wall. Coffee tables had magazines ranging from sports and parenting to gardening and gourmet cooking on them. Behind the sitting area, close to the entrance to the house, was another stainless steel table. This one was shorter and sitting behind it in a leather chair was Jared.
    You expect drug dealers to look a