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That same morning, in Bedford Stuyvesant, Elijah Book was promoted to field supervisor for the 44th precinct of the New York City Police Department. Book was the kind of cop who'd only joined the force because his was a world of crooks and some of those crooks wore badges. Wearing a badge got you respect and a count split. Elijah Book was in the room when Wayne Smalls kicked that door in twenty years earlier. Book
thought Freedom "Bob" Mandela was about the biggest girl he'd
ever known. But every rookie cop needed his own rung on the count
split-and-vig ladder, so Book sunk a hook into Brother Bob, who in turn
delivered fat envelopes to Book every week without fail. And
when Brother Bob became Mayor Bob and tried to flex his new mayoral muscle
and climb out of Book's pocket, Book threw Tammy The Hooker off a roof and
shot Wayne the Legend dead. Investigations into either of those murders
could, eventually, bring a city marshal with a fistful of subpoenas to the
mayor's door. But the marshal never came. And Mayor Bob renewed his longtime friendship with Elijah Book by pinning a sergeant's badge on him and signing the new subway extension legislation. It was the smart thing to do. You see, Mayor Bob, Elijah Book, and Terry Smalls had all learned years ago— —the first rule of the jungle was survival. by James Fry and Andrew Pepoy CLICK IMAGE TO CONTINUE CONCRETE JUNGLE
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