A Woman’s Work: Street Chronicles - Plot & Excerpts
Another of his soldiers had been knocked out and died after three days on a life-support machine. His death made headlines. The city’s murder rate was steadily climbing, and the mayor wanted control of his streets back. As a result, the police were harassing all black males. Monk, Cuddy, and Red sat across from C-Lok as nervous as a teenage boy caught with his pants down by the drill-sergeant father of his first girlfriend. The boss had a multitude of questions, and he expected the right answers. “How did you get rid of the drills, hammers, and shit?” C-Lok barked. “We buried that shit in an old mining shaft somewhere in Pennsylvania,” Monk said with complete honesty. “The guns too? Please tell me y’all niggas weren’t dumb enough to dump all that shit in the same spot,” C-Lok demanded. “My mans and me gots more experience at dis. Naw, we ain’t do no dumb shit. We dropped shit everywhere between New York, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and Ohio. In various spots and in different ways,”
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