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they were untouchable and bulletproof, and that is when people go down, end up dead. That is when you really need to be careful because cockiness will sneak up on you with all that money and respect or fear.
    Life was not all bad. With the new price and eighty people taking a slice, we were still netting two million per month. We spent all our time at tittie bars, drinking champagne at two hundred fifty a bottle, driving bullet proof cars that cost five hundred thousand each, had ten thousand square foot homes, and one of our wives drove a four hundred sixty thousand dollar Bentley convertible when she went shopping.
    And of course, I had Rihanna waiting for me anytime I wanted her.
    The four of us had not been fishing together in two years even though two of us now had brand new five million dollar Sportfishers. We were so deep in the cocaine business that there was no way of turning back, so we may as well become the biggest.
    We started moving more and more product, and soon our distributor for the New York area wanted to come down for a face to face with us; in fact, he insisted.
    I had him checked out and talked with him on the phone. He said he wanted special treatment and pricing from now on, and that he would double his weekly take of goods.
    I set up a meet here using an old tactic that was used on me. I told him to be at a coffee shop at a certain time and had two guys pick him up and drive him around town for a couple of hours to make sure that they were not being followed. They then brought him to a marina where a ski boat took him to a one hundred foot Broward. Once on board, he was strip-searched for wires. Finally we sat down over drinks and the Broward took off.
    “What do you want?” I asked him
    “I want all of New York and do not want any competition,” he said. “I want a better price and the same quality that I am getting now.”
    “How do I know that you can take over all of New York and pay for it, too?” I asked.
    “I am not paying for it all the first month or two, so you will need to front me two million in goods. The people you have in New York are scattered and have no leadership. Sooner or later they will go down and roll over on the supplier, who will rollover, and the beat goes on. By the time you find out about it, they will be kicking down your door. If you stick with me you only have one man to worry about, not sixteen or twenty. If someone in my organization takes a bust, I’ll take care of him myself. I am single, smart and best of all, my money is off shore. If someone gets busted and I can’t take care of it, I will call you, say goodbye and then vanish, and the rollover stops.”
    “It all sounds good except for the two million up front,” I said. I told the captain to head toward South Bimini and anchor there and send dinner up to us. This would give us more of an opportunity to talk, and then we could head back in the morning.
    We continued our conversation over dinner.
    “This is a funny business we are in,” I said. “It always starts with a peek and usually ends up with running for your life. I’m not going to end up that way as at some point I am going to quit and live in a town where great wealth is not unusual. Miami is one of those towns. It’s where millionaires mow the lawns of billionaires, and I won’t stand out. What’s your life style like up North?”
    “Well, to be frank, I have a very modest lifestyle. I live in a two thousand square foot Brownstone and conduct all my business from a work car, a five year old Ford. To me this is all a means to an end. I make a lot of money now but do not intend to go to jail for the rest of my life. One of my goals is not to be killed by someone like you. People who drive big cars, go to clubs and get high on the supply are stupid. If you have a lot of flash in your life, you are going to jail or going to get yourself killed. I want to put one hundred million off shore and then retire, so in the meantime it behooves