"Find out who is running the pipe and get the evidence how it ran," Prosecutor Vaal said.
First, she would have to get hers, Nachine thought. Prosecutor Vaal got up and stood behind her.
He whispered, "Ten million dollars a week flows through the pipeline. Valerian and Khalilah have benefited well."
"Valerian has never kept me from any drug money," Nachine said firing at the No Standing No Parking sign. Valerian dived to the concrete.
"Fire again, you go to jail for keeps today."
"I find the information you want, but I get to kill Valerian and Khalilah if this true," Nachine said.
"Do what you like but make sure I get all the information I need. An ambulance siren interrupted the conversation. Nachine took off, glancing back to see Vaal or if another cop was following her. No, they formed a circle around Prosecutor Vaal.
Valerian decided to make a drug pipeline. Nachine thought. She had to find out how he got the suburban gangsters to work with Detroit ones. She arrived at work and put a couple of hours in before Qadira approached her.
"I inform my mother I'm doing inventory tonight so that I can go out to Southfield with you," Qadira said folding her arms acting like she was ready for what was about to come. Qadira could be useful by hooking up with Elliot he looked like some big white kingpin. Young, naive girls wanted dumb white guys to go to the ghetto to save them from poverty.
"We meet in the lobby," Nachine said.
"Why can't you drive with me," Qadira said. "I can change there."
"Good idea I can stop taking the bus for good."
"I'm not driving you around all day," Qadira said frowning her face.
"No, I want you to give me your vehicle," Nachine gripped her hand, "Or I'll contact the cops about you daddy hiding out in the house."
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