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CHAPTER SIX - The Queen.
ROME HIT THE STREETS hard to look for the man who assaulted her rape victim.
Finding him would be difficult. He was faceless, formless and nameless—a ghost. To catch him, she
needed resources and street intelligence, a snitch. She had cultivated many informers over the years............
CHAPTER TEN - 'Sup Nigga.
THE SMOKY ROOM OVERFLOWED with people—men mostly. Half-naked women carried
drinks and scampered back and forth. Loud music shook the thinly made walls, rattling them. The scent
of cheap cigars and expensive cologne clashed. The smell rocked the senses to full.............
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - The profile, sticky bun and Coke.
A mop of short, black hair lay on top of the table. Arms with elbows pointed and marred with
colorful tattoos shot from both sides of her head. There was very little movement from their suspect as
Zones and Marmaduke watched her from monitors in another room...........
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - I’d like a bomb with that pizza.
ZONES PULLED INTO A parking space just outside his apartment building. The food from
Sylvia’s filled his car with the scent of fried catfish, mashed potatoes, collard greens and cornbread. His
stomach growled as he shifted the car into Park.................
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO - One down, one to go.
The space grew quiet. The time ticked down. To Zones, the numbers sounded like a noon day train as
they tumbled backward to zero. Ten…nine…eight, his gaze cut to Detective Rome. Her eyes were
SHEAVES OF ZION
“You called about a body?” Marmaduke asked the reverend, waiting under the covered
porch of a small, wood framed church, when Detective Chennault and he arrived.
“That’s right, I did.” His voice trembled. He fumbled through a large ring jingling.........