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young man. They had been friends since childbirth. Born in the same year and their mothers closer than anything, Craig was the brother Thaddeus never had.
    They were like night and day. Not much could rile Craig up, but everything seemed to make Thaddeus an active volcano. Craig had always seen Thaddeus angry or emotional about something. While in Craig’s case, he may become pique or even bothered, but never screaming mad.
    Even though Thaddeus had played football all his life until he had torn a major cartilage in his knee in a Rose Bowl Game when he played in college for the University of Michigan. Ruining his football career. He still received a master’s in business management and opened up his own real estate redevelopment and construction company. Being a black businessman in an industry filled with the majority, his success was noted all over the country. He had business ventures in five major cities, but based his business in Detroit, Michigan.
    Craig on the other hand had excelled in high school JROTC. After serving eight years in the Army, he joined Detroit’s police force becoming a detective in Illegal Operations for Western District.
    When he entered the office, Thaddeus was on the phone. Craig caught his light cinnamon eyes and nodded him toward the nearest chair across his desk. Craig waited patiently as the large frame blood brother discussed meeting some potential customers tomorrow at the bookstore café in the strip mall he enjoyed to visit.
    Once off the phone he called Trisha, his assistant in the front of the office, to enter the appointment in his planner. He coolly turned his attention to Craig.
    “So what’s up, Bro?” Thaddeus asked leaning back in the chair.
    Craig could hear the chair protesting the weight. “My sergeant wants to speak with you. He’s waiting in the private entrance. I didn’t want to come through the front because I didn’t want Trisha to know we were here.”
    He frowned displeased by this surprise. Thaddeus did not like surprises and his strong fingers drummed irritably on the table clearly showing his irritation. Craig never visited him at work, wanting to always keep the knowledge of them being close private to others because of Craig’s job and Thaddeus many contacts.
    Even when he called Thaddeus at work he used Mr. Smith so no one could put two and two together about Thaddeus Newman and Craig Simpson.
    “Look Thaddeus if you don’t then don’t, but I wouldn’t ask if this wasn’t important to me and the force.”
    Thaddeus calmed down a bit noting the serious look in Craig’s pitch black eyes. “Fine, show the sergeant in.” He pressed the button.
    “Trisha please hold my calls, I’m busy with some paperwork and I don’t want to be disturbed.”
    “Yes, Mr. Newman,” her soft, pitch clear diction answered back.
    Soon, a gruff looking man entered the office. At five feet ten, Sergeant
    Bill Nolan had a girth that clearly showed he missed no meals.
    They shook hands as he sat in the other chair next to Craig, looking in awe at the young man behind the desk.
    Leaning on the desk after everyone sat down, Thaddeus said, “Alright Sergeant Nolan, what is it you want from me?”
    Sergeant Nolan decided not to mince words with the businessman. He had been a fan of his football season, and to sit in front of him now was almost an honor. He got right down to business. “Most of what we have to go on about this case is speculation and from leads, taps, and street sources. Trevor Coleman Sr. a.k.a. Cole Forsythe better known as Fats, has been in the underground business for about five years or more. He literally corners the drug market in the Metro Detroit area. One of the most popular drugs, which have been the bulk of his wealth, has been GHB, the popular date rape drug. He controls the market in distribution, but this of course is only hearsay. Last year, we tracked him to Venezuela, where we suspected him of buying steroids, then to Chatham in Canada. Here