Book Ii- Ghost -2020-2020 — Power

But in the vacuum of a campus half-empty due to the pandemic, the rules of the street had only gotten sharper.

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

The man laughed, then coughed. Brayden instinctively reached for a hand sanitizer clipped to his belt. The tension broke for a split second, a surreal, darkly comic moment. Here they were, playing a life-or-death game of drug-dealer chess, while a global pandemic made every handshake a potential death sentence. But in the vacuum of a campus half-empty

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. “Don’t lose them in the second wave