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cases. After assisting in several high-profilecases and helping to convict some of Richmond's most notorious criminals, I finally became Richmond's commonwealth's attorney, aka HNIC (Head Nigga in Charge).
    So, I had the career that I had dreamed of all my life. The only thing missing was a woman in my corner to share my successes with. Unfortunately, Paula wasn't that woman. By the time she'd realize it, though, I'd have promoted her and moved her to a job making more money, in a bigger office, and with a supervisor with an even bigger appetite for sex. The way I saw it, she'd find a man in the same skin she was in and would forget all about me.
    I grabbed the
Richmond Times Dispatch
newspaper. Front and center was my photo, with a headline that read, “Youngest Commonwealth's Attorney in the History of Richmond.” But then, just below my front-page article was a story about the city's most recent homicide, which appeared to be drug related. The body of an unidentified young black male was found over in Creighton Court, one of Richmond's housing projects. It sickened me every time I read a story like this. Drug dealers appeared to be running this city, and as the commonwealth's attorney, I planned to get rid of as many of them as possible, if for no other reason than for the sake of my mother. As far as I knew, she could still be out there, getting high, continuing to poison herself to death. Maybe in some way I could get some relief, knowing that I helped get rid of the culprits responsible for keeping my mother addicted and put them away for a long, long time.
RENÉE
    “You know what, nigga? It ain't even about you. It's about me. See, I sent you to do a job that should've been simple and easy. But no, you got the police coming around my restaurant asking me questions.I can't have that. I've come too far for too long to get caught up,” said Tank.
    I was standing outside of the two-car-garage door listening as my man, Tank, decided the fate of this dude who had double-crossed him. See, Tank was the big man around Richmond. He controlled Creighton Court, Gilpin Court, Fairfield Court, Whit-comb Court, and Mosby Court. The only housing project he didn't run was Hillside Court, which he and I were working on.
    I walked to the front of Tank's colonial-style, three-story brick home, which sat on ten acres in New Kent County, right outside of Richmond, and leaned against a tall column to wait for Tank. I knew Tank wasn't going to do the dude in the garage, because it would be too messy. He was giving the dude one last opportunity to redeem himself, maybe offer up some information on the competition or something. He was definitely going to kill him, though. The only person who knew about this place was me. Then there were those who knew but wouldn't have the opportunity to tell anyone else about it. The garage door opened, and I realized this dude was taking his final walk down the green mile. He was whimpering and begging Tank to spare his life.
    “Tank, man, please! My girl just had a baby and shit. She don't have nobody but me. Please, Tank, listen to me for a minute!” the dude pleaded.
    “Can't do it, nigga. Just keep walkin'. I promise you, it's going to be quick and painless,” Tank said without emotion.
    “But, Tank, I need you to understand, the shit didn't go down the way you thinkin'. Give me a chance to explain. …”
    Their voices drifted as they got farther away. Tank took the dude to the woods behind the house. The woods seemed to go on for miles, but Tank had certain “hot spots” where he did his dirty work. These hot spots consisted of open graves six feet deep. He forced his victims to jump down in the hole, shot them, thenburied them. Only in extreme cases did Tank resort to this, since he normally had his boys handle all of his dirty work. In fact, I could count on one hand the number of situations where Tank had to take care of business himself.
    I headed inside to wait for Tank, and before I