“What’s the problem that you need someone like Jericho?” I asked Bo.
“There’s this new supplier trying to take over the market in Stony Island. He works from the back of a beauty store on East 95th Street,” he said to me and lowered his voice. “Problem is, he comes out to smoke maybe three times a day but he’s always surrounded by his people.”
“Send me the details,” I said and Bo blinked a few times.
“For real? How much?” he asked me.
“See it as a birthday present,” I said. Bo opened his phone and sent me a picture. I looked at it for a few seconds and deleted it. Bo c****d his head to the side, frowned and shook his head.
“I should get going,” I said and stood up. I placed some bills on the table as Bo followed me out.
“You’re Jericho, aren’t you?” he asked.
I climbed on my bike, m
