Chapter Four“Okay, so run this by me again. You're saying that the NBK is snatching your guys off the streets and draining their blood for some kind of voodoo rituals. This is supposed to scare your dealers off the streets for an NBK takeover of the c***k trade on 137th Street.”
“Man, what kind of crackhead s**t you be talkin'?” Faso Burkina tossed his hands in disdain. “I say one thing, you come out with another. What I'm telling you is those NBK mofos are coming onto our turf and making moves on the wrong people. Look, you people supposed to be protecting our neighborhood. It stands to reason that if you don't do your job, somebody gonna step up and do it for you.”
“Now look who's talking crackhead s**t,” Karl Hoecker sneered. He was assigned to investigate the East Harlem murders alon
