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    Tawney fumed. “Do you want to know what your world is?”
    â€œWhat? Go ahead. I know you’re going to run it down for me anyway, right?”
    â€œDamn straight I am. Try destruction. It is nothing but pure destruction. Satan can’t cast out Satan, Shannon.”
    â€œShove it, Tawney.” The hint of a smile tugged at Shannon’s lips. “You think I miss the streets so much that I would disrespect my dead child’s funeral?”
    â€œI think you miss whatever power you perceived yourself as having. I know you hate the fact that I make money and you don’t. Maybe you should get a job to keep you busy.”
    Deadly fury spewed from the depths of Shannon’s eyes. Unfortunately, Tawney missed the subtle change.
    â€œOnce a gangster, always a gangster. People warned me but I didn’t listen. Now you have cost me the only good thing that ever came out of you. And you know what? I hate you for that. Yeah. Uh-huh. I hate your damn guts. I can’t stomach the sight of you.”
    â€œI’m only going to say this once. So listen closely. I don’t know what happened at the cemetery today, but I intend to find out.”
    His eyes found hers. They gripped her in their malice.
    â€œYeah. You just do that. You be the law, right?”
    Shannon knocked the television from its stand; it banged into the wall with a loud crash. Tawney flinched.
    â€œNaw. I ain’t the law. That corporation you work for is the law. It’s your law. That’s why you didn’t have enough time to spend with your daughter. That’s why I took care of her. And that’s why she’s dead now.”
    He grabbed the DVD player, hurling it out the window. The splintering glass fractured Tawney’s nerves.
    â€œYou see, Tawney, you’ve got your priorities backward. You don’t need a man. What you need is a toy, li’l girl. One you can play with when you ain’t up in that sorry-ass bank you work for. You know, the one that you worship on a daily basis. Your god!”
    Shannon swept his arm across the wall unit, knocking all the contents to the floor. She jumped.
    â€œThat’s your god, Tawney. Instead of saying please, Jesus, why don’t you just say please, Mr. Bank? That’s your god. So why don’t you call on them and see if they can serve you up some justice by bringing your daughter back? They’re powerful, right? So let them raise her from the dead. Damn you! Maybe they can write a check and negotiate to get her life back.”
    Tawney was so wounded and stunned she couldn’t utter a word in defense. Guilt raced through her veins at his words. He grabbed her by the shoulders. He shook her so hard her teeth clattered. “Go ahead. Call them, Tawney.”
    Automatic gunfire shattered the windows. Shannon threw her to the floor. For the second time that day he threw his body on top of hers.
    The room erupted in a blaze of gunfire. Holes quickly appeared in the walls, as glass rained down through the room. Then there was silence.

Chapter 7
    D owntown Newark was a busy place, even at night. The peddlers, were roaming the streets hawking their wares. There were a lot of people on the streets.
    A group of young men were loitering outside the game room as the police cruiser glided leisurely by. Lombardo was at the wheel. Campbell was riding shotgun.
    They waved at their fellow officers who were manning the makeshift police station that had been set up at the corner of Broad and Market.
    The radio inside the cruiser crackled. “Campbell and Lombardo, you there?”
    Campbell reached for the instrument. “We’re here. What’ve you got?”
    â€œWhat’s your location?”
    â€œBroad and Market.”
    â€œGood. Get over to Muhammad Ali Boulevard. Reports of automatic gunfire have been reported. And Campbell brace yourself.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œIt’s the Davenport