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funneling the contraband into the jail. Just last week an inmate shot another inmate with a gun that was smuggled inside.
    â€œSomebody is picking off big-time drug dealers, one by one. We don’t know if there is a new dealer in town or just someone trying to make a name for himself, but we need to find out, and we need to do it fast.”
    He picked up a folder and spread the contents on the table. The officers all took turns eyeing the paperwork inside. “Spencer, you and your team are over off Moreland.” He dropped a folder on the table and pushed it so it slid toward me. I reached out and stopped it. “Atlanta informed me this morning that they have a couple UC’s working on this as well. So keep that in mind when you’re out there shaking trees.”
    An agent down front asked, “Are they gonna give us a heads-up?”
    He shook his head. “As of right now, no. They know who they are, and will share reports with us tagged with the officer’s ID number only. It’s for the officer’s protection, and to try to maintain some integrity in the investigation.”
    â€œLemme get this right. They obviously got holes in their organization big enough to drive a car through, but they wanna keep secrets from us?” I asked.
    Lenny ignored my blow at Atlanta’s mediocre cop work. “Okay, you all are in this room because you’re the best at what you do. Let’s get this case wrapped up guys so I can go home. I don’t like Atlanta. The traffic is horrible, and I can’t get a decent jambalaya.”
    After the meeting I made my way to the kitchenette at the end of the hall for a cup of much-needed coffee. As I poured a cup of the steaming liquid, my partner walked in and laughed.
    â€œWhoa, what’s up? Your night must’ve turned out better than I thought. You never drink coffee.”
    â€œMan, shut up.” I laughed, pulling out a chair and sitting down at one of the dingy white tables that the secretaries and desk workers used to eat lunch.
    Phil pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. “So what’s up? What happened last night? You and your girl hook up?” He opened a bag of chips.
    â€œIt’s not like that. We just talked.”
    He looked confused. “That’s it?”
    â€œYeah, we left the gym and went to Waffle House.”
    â€œReally?” Phil leaned back and gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
    â€œYou stupid.” I shook my head. “What did you think was gon’ happen?”
    â€œFrom what you told me about her, I figured you two would’ve ended up back at your hotel room, with you blowing her back out.”
    I busted out laughing. “Nah, we just cool. It’s been that way ever since we were shorties.”
    â€œSo you mean to tell me you never hit that?”
    I shook my head. “It ain’t like that. We’re just friends.”
    â€œMan, if she as fine as you say she is, then I really am sorry to hear that,” he laughed.
    I got up and dumped the strong black coffee in the sink. “Man, let’s go. We got surveillance to do.”
    â€œNo, playa, you got it wrong. You got surveillance work to do. You driving and I’m taking a nap. I didn’t get any sleep, but I got a good reason.”
    I stopped and looked at him. “And what’s that?”
    â€œDenise and Desiree.”
    â€œTwins?”
    He just stood there, nodding and smiling.
    I headed toward the door. “Let’s go. You can tell me about it on the way.”
    Twenty minutes later we pulled the black unmarked Tahoe into a spot nestled about three houses away from the house that was under surveillance. As promised, my partner slid down in his seat and pulled his black DEA cap down over his eyes.
    â€œWake me up if you see anything interesting.”
    I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, okay.”
    We both knew that