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none of that. It’s too dangerous. There’s more than one way to skin a cat. A dead public official will only make the government go for more blood. You need leverage,” Aries said. She shrugged. “But hey what do I know? I’m just a suburban housewife. Good-bye friend.” Miamor nodded and walked out of the house filled with hurt. It was a pain that she had never felt before because she knew this was the final good-bye. She was headed back to Miami to fix her problems on her own, but not in the way that she had intended. Aries had given her some words of wisdom, ones that would prove valuable in time.

Chapter 5

    â€œHe on that real suit and tie type shit.”
    â€”Fly Boogie

    Two Weeks Later
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    Murderous thoughts filled Miamor’s mind as she thought of ways to tamper with the federal case. The role of motherhood had settled her a bit. It forced her to think first and react accordingly, but it did nothing to scratch the itch she had to make bullets rain from the sky. It was like a junkie craving a fix; when Miamor had a problem she solved it, period. Erring on the side of caution was like pulling teeth to her. As much as she wanted to reinstate her murder game, she could not. Miamor had to think about her son and if she went off the handle she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to recover. Murder was like heroin for her. The familiar feeling of revenge was hard to shake. Once she got a taste of her old lifestyle it would be hard to revert back to a normal life. Motherhood and the game didn’t mix and Miamor desperately wanted to get that part right. She wanted to be the wife and mother that her family needed, not the goon that streets required. She had to fix things. It was up to her to put her family back together but there were certain risks that she wasn’t willing to take at the moment. Although she didn’t see them, she knew that there were so many eyes on her that if she so much as jay walked they would bury her under the jail. In the past this problem would have disappeared already. It would have been nothing to tie up a wife or kidnap a kid to make a judge throw the case out, but in those days she had lived recklessly. Now, she had a child who depended on her and she would not sacrifice him in order to save Carter. She had to play it smart this time and use caution before she proceeded. She hadn’t heard anything further from Carter and she knew that she wouldn’t. It was too risky. Any communication between the two of them could cause exposure. Her mind spun with worry as she thought of him. He consumed her every waking moment. I have to make this go away. The doorbell rang and Miamor arose from her seat. Her housekeeper Magdalena had quit after being interrogated for hours by the D.E.A. so she was left to take care of the massive estate on her own. She hastened her steps to stop the guest from ringing the bell again. She couldn’t have the sound intruding on her infant son’s sleep. She pulled open the door and stepped aside as Fly Boogie walked inside. Neither she, nor, any of the girls could move freely so she had put Fly Boogie on the prosecuting attorney. She had eyes on him at all times as she slowly gained information about him.
    â€œWhat do you know?” Miamor asked, cutting directly to the point of his visit.
    â€œNot much. This mu’fucka is squeaky clean. He on that real suit and tie type shit,” Fly Boogie said as he dug his hands in his pockets.
    â€œNobody is completely clean,” Miamor responded. “Everybody has dirty laundry, we just have to find the closet he’s hiding it in.”
    Fly Boogie shook his head doubtfully and handed her his phone. “Take a look for yourself. I’ve been stalking this nigga for days. This is all I’ve got, a bunch of pictures. . . but nothing stands out.”
    Miamor swiped her finger across the screen as she flicked through photos. She peered at the images with