Power Book Ii- Ghost -2020-2020 !!link!!

Their first job was a disaster. A meet in a deserted parking garage under the Queensboro Bridge. The supplier, a jittery man with a hacking cough, tried to short them. Tariq, channeling the ghost of his father, didn’t flinch. He calmly pulled a small UV light—used for disinfecting mail—and shined it on the counterfeit bills the man had tried to pass.

“You have balls, St. Patrick,” she said, lowering her piece. “Don’t lose them in the second wave.” Power Book II- Ghost -2020-2020