I was waiting for one name. I don't know how I was so sure that it was the one I suspected. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part. Maybe it was just me looking for any excuse to bury the f**k because he was the only one other than me to have laid hands on my woman. Don't ask me why the f**k that bothers me; it just does.
Still, it wasn't reason enough to off a motherfucker. This s**t might be, though.
"So you've been smuggling drugs in and laundering money out for the past two years, and no one got wind of it."
"We were always careful I was just the go-between kind of."
"Kill the bullshit; we've seen the paper trail; you're up to your eyeballs in this s**t. Now what we want to know is how does the Dupre foundation play into all this?"
"How do you know about that?"
"I'm asking the
