Chapter Twelve: Needing Karma's Help

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Alan "Crush" Corder. 5 Months Later ** "So, you're telling me that you can't find him?" Murda asked me. "Yeah," I said, sitting back in the chair and lighting me up a blunt. "What about Rick and nem?" He asked. "They said each lead they had on him, led to a dead-end," I said. "So, this nigga is untraceable?" Murda asked. "Seems that way," I said, shaking my head. We were still trying to find the nigga that sent his workers to break into one of our traps. "f**k!!" Murda yelled, angrily. "But I do have one more idea to how we can find this nigga," I said. "Speak to me," He said, looking at me intensively. "Karma," I said. "She's the world's best assassin and can find anyone," I added. "She'd kill your ass for calling her an assassin," He said before adding, "But, nah." "Why no

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