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tried to contact the D.A.’s office to reclaim the money. Trailing Ruff had been a very arduous task. He was a very busy man who was into all sorts of things—most undesirable. A typical day for Ruff usually included a few gambling houses and a strip club. Ruff had even gotten locked up a couple of times for other petty charges while Mark had him under surveillance. Two things were certain: Ruff was definitely a womanizer with at least three different girlfriends who were much too beautiful to be involved with a character like him. Secondly, Ruff was definitely involved in illegal drugs. Mark had observed Ruff accepting money from at least three people a day. He could have busted Ruff a long time ago, but he didn’t want to go for a small amount. He wanted to catch him on the day he picked up from his suppliers. The more drugs, the more leverage Mark would have to make Ruff break down and inform on his connection.
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    U.S. Air Flight 341 departing from Charlotte for Miami boarded at Concourse C, Gate 18. There was a long line. Most of the patrons were African-Americans in their twenties and early thirties. Jamal and Dawg stood at the very back of the line, each wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts from the Sean John summer line, and a new Cartier watch. Their row was close to the back of the plane. A young lady sat in the seat next to the window. Jamal took the middle seat and Dawg sat on the aisle. The woman turned and greeted Jamal. “Hello, I’m Keisha,” she said.
    “I’m Jamal.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said. They shook hands.
“Same here,” Jamal smiled. He noticed she was looking at his
Cartier.
    A booming voice filled the plane, directing passengers to turn off all electronics and to make sure their seat belts were fastened and seats were upright. Five minutes later they were in the air. Jamal and Keisha talked nonstop during the fifty-five-minute flight. She told him all about her trip to Cancun the year before, and they discovered they had even attended the same high school, but he was a couple of years ahead. She even told him she was an accountant.
“I’m impressed,” he said.
    “Yeah, I just passed the CPA exam last month,” she said, pulling a card from her purse. “Take one of my cards.” The card read: KEISHA A. FERGUSON, CERTIFIED PUBLIC ACCOUNTANT SPECIALIZING IN PAYROLL AND BOOKEEPING.
    Jamal found Keisha very attractive but thought she might be a gold digger. He felt she would be better as a friend.
“So, Keisha, are you down here by yourself?” Jamal asked. “Well, my girlfriend, Dream, is flying in later this evening.” Jamal came to the conclusion that her girlfriend was probably
attractive as well because good-looking women usually hung around one another. “So what are you girls doing tonight?”
    “I don’t know. I got the itinerary from the Internet. There are so many parties going on. We haven’t decided where we’re going yet.”
“Maybe we can hang out tonight,” Jamal said.
“Well, give me the card back, and I’ll write down the number to the hotel for you.”
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    Hector, the young Hispanic man at the counter of Oceanside Car Rentals looked afraid when Dawg stared coldly at him. Dawg and Jamal were told that there was only one Porsche left.
    “I can g-give you a Grand-Am for half price,” the man said, while staring at Dawg’s huge hands.
“I don’t want no damn Grand-Am. I want what the fuck I reserved!” Dawg yelled.
A crowd of people looked on curiously and the man began to sweat profusely before loosening his tie. “Sir, I don’t know what else to do to accommodate you,” Hector said.
“Go get your damn manager,” Jamal demanded.
The manager was also Hispanic. His nametag read Pedro. “What seems to be the problem?” he asked politely.
“The problem is, I reserved two Porsches and your man is telling me you’ve only got one,” Jamal said.
Pedro told Hector to step aside as he scrolled through several screens on his computer. “Mr. Stewart, I