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around the living room getting high. He checked the back rooms and found baggies and heaps of trash laying around the floor. On the dresser was a duffel bag full with crumpled bills inside, mostly tens and fives and a few twenties here and there.
    â€œHow much money in that bag?” Quick asked.
    Spike shrugged. “I don’t know. Why?”
    â€œFrom now on, I don’t want no more than ten thousand in this house at a time,” Quick said.
    Just then Quick heard someone knocking at the door. He walked through the pack of fiends and answered the door.
    A filthy, ashy-looking man stepped inside. “Hey, my main man,” he said, trying to give Quick dap.
    Quick closed the door and looked at the fiend until he put his hand down.
    â€œHey, where’s Roach at?” the fiend asked.
    â€œWe under new management now,” Quick told the dirty fiend. “And from now on, don’t knock on the front door. Start using the back door. Spike, come serve this nigga and get him the fuck outta here. Matter of fact, I want all these fiends up outta here. This is a trap house, not a muthafuckin’ crackhouse!”
    â€œDamn! That’s fucked up,” Willie grumbled as he paid for his crack and left.
    â€œGet these ugly muthafuckas up outta here while I count this money,” Quick huffed.
    Quick began separating the crumpled bills. He put the fives, tens, and twenties in separate piles. After counting the money, the first thing he planned on doing was washing his hands. He had never seen such dirty money before in his life.
    â€œDirty money is better than no money,” Quick told himself as he zipped up the duffel bag.
    Quick returned back to the living room, where he saw Spike sitting down, skimming through a magazine. “So this all you do all day?” Quick asked, helping himself to a seat.
    â€œPretty much.” Spike shrugged. “All I do is wait for the money to come. The shit is like clockwork. Every two minutes it’s a knock at the door.”
    â€œI’ma get us some lookouts and post them on each corner to let us know when cops are coming, and to look out for stickup kids,” Quick said, thinking out loud.
    â€œStickup kids?” Spike chuckled. “Ain’t nobody stupid enough to try and rob one of Turf spots.”
    â€œTrust me,” Quick said, turning to face Spike. “Wherever there’s money, the stickup kids aren’t too far behind.”
    Quick heard another knock at the door. He watched as Spike just opened up the door without looking through the peephole. He made a mental note to put up a few cameras, so he could see who was coming and going out of his spot at all times, since he didn’t like surprises.
    After Spike finished serving the fiend, he saw Quick staring at him. “What?”
    â€œYou strapped?” Quick asked.
    Spike shook his head no.
    â€œYou up in here like a sitting duck.” Quick laughed. “Listen, I’m up outta here. I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said, shaking his head as he made his way back out the back door.
    â€œOld-school niggas swear they know it all,” Spike said to himself once Quick was gone.
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    Willie left the trap house and looked over both shoulders as he hopped into a black van parked at the end of the block.
    â€œWhat’s the word?” Detective Davis asked.
    â€œMan,” Willie began, “they got this new cat up in there. He done changed everything all around inside there.”
    â€œNew cat?” Detective Davis said, sitting up. “What happened to Roach?”
    â€œI don’t know.” Willie shrugged. “All I know is, I don’t like this new cat. Matter of fact, there he go right there.” He pointed out Quick to Detective Davis.
    Detective Davis watched as Quick walked over to his car, hopped in, and drove off. “So that’s the new guy, huh,” he said to himself. “Don’t worry. I’ma find