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looked at Kori one last time from the window and then she pulled out. She looked up into the rearview mirror. Smoke and Rusty were watching the car leave the block. Kori wasn’t even standing there watching to make sure she even got off the block. All she could see was the back of his head as he walked away. It stood out in her mind, that he had already turned his back on her.
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    â€œThat’s the car, right there,” Junie said nervously as she slumped down in the back of the unmarked police car. They all watched the rental make a right at the corner.
    â€œYou sure?” one of the narcs asked. “That’s a female driving that car.”
    â€œI’m sure. He probably got another female to do it after he heard I got locked up. Just like he would get me to run his shit. He thinks cops don’t fuck with females when they drive,” Junie replied. She had found out before she got knocked that Chucky was going to get a chick name Alicia to get him a Budget rental car. Junie knew that Alicia always got midsized cars. Junie had called Alicia to ask what kind she had gotten this time so she would know when she went to pick it up. Alicia had fallen for it and told Junie the make, model, and color of the car.
    â€œYou better be right about the car because if this doesn’t pan out, your ass is going to jail for a long, long time,” the other narcotic detective snapped.
    Junie sucked the four or five teeth she had left in her mouth. She hadn’t even been able to put her dentures in for the ride over there. “My intel is on point. Just hurry the fuck up and get from around here before I be dead fuckin’ with y’all,” Junie shot back. She slid further down into the seat. The narco driving pulled out from their spot and began following the rental car.
    â€œWhy is she driving all the way to the belt and not going through the city?” he asked Junie.
    â€œBecause Kori says so. He is paranoid about the tunnels in the city. I’m telling you, he’s been doing this shit for a minute. Even though you might get the car and whoever is driving it, ain’t no guarantee they’re gonna snitch. Everybody is scared of Kori and without his hands being dirty, y’all might just be ass out. I did my part,” Junie replied.
    â€œI guess it’s a chance we will have to take,” the narco driving retorted. He was secretly hoping that Junie’s ass was wrong. The other cop picked up his radio.
    â€œOrange cat to blue mouse,” he said into the radio in code.
    A voice filtered through in response. “The C.I. says the route is Belt Parkway to Verrazano toward Jersey to pick up I-95. We want this arrest, so don’t let her leave Brooklyn. The New Jersey plate is as follows: Edward, Oscar, Charlie, one five one . . . Stop the car as soon as you have a clear one. We can’t afford to let this one out of our jurisdiction,” the officer said.
    Junie put her head down on her lap when she heard herself being referred to as a confidential informant. Her stomach rolled with nervous cramps. If Kori ever found out that she pulled the plug on his operation, she would be pushing up daisies. Junie felt kind of sorry for the poor bitch driving the car. She knew firsthand how much coke Kori was moving down that highway.
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    It seemed like Kima had been driving for hours and she hadn’t even gotten out of Brooklyn yet. The baby leaning on her bladder didn’t help any, even though she used the bathroom right before she left. Kima was finally in Canarsie, but she had to pee really badly. She pulled onto Rockaway Parkway and parked the car on a little side street away from all of the stores. She didn’t care what Kori said about not stopping until the first rest stop in Jersey, she had to piss and there was no way her bladder would hold through the traffic in Staten Island with a big-ass baby pressing down on it. Kima locked up the car and then