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tracksuit　with　matching　gray…and…white　Puma　sneakers；　gray　wraparound　shades；　and　a　fuzzy

black　Kangol　hat。

？Hey　Mitchell！？　Nate　called　delightedly。　Damn；　it　was　good　to　see　him。　Mitchell　raised　his　hand

in　greeting　as　Nate　walked　over。　？I　thought　you　were　in　Amsterdam；　man。？

Mitchell　shook　his　head　slowly。　？Not　yet。？

？I？ve　been　looking　for　you。　I　was　almost　going　to　buy　from　one　of　those　other　dirtbags。　You？re

carrying；　right？？　Nate　asked。

Mitchell　nodded　and　stood　up。　They　began　walking　down　the　pathway　together；　just　two　friends

taking　a　stroll　in　the　park。　Nate　pulled　a　folded…up　hundred…dollar　bill　from　his　coat　pocket　and

held　it　in　his　fist；　ready　to　slip　it　into　Mitchell？s　palm　as　soon　as　he　passed　over　the　goods。

？I　got　a　new　shipment　in　from　Peru；？　Mitchell　said；　pulling　a　plastic　baggie　of　pot　out　of　his

pocket　and　handing　it　discreetly　to　Nate。

If　you　happened　to　be　in　the　park　watching　them；　you　might　have　thought　they　were　just　sharing

a　snack　or　something。　That　is；　if　you　were　pletely　na？ve。

？Thanks；　man。？　Nate　handed　over　the　hundred　and　tucked　the　plastic　baggie　into　his　coat　pocket；

breathing　out　a　deep；　relieved　breath。　Too　bad　he　didn？t　have　any　rolling　papers　with　him　or　he

would　have　rolled　up　a　big　fatty　right　then　and　there。　？So；？　he　said；　figuring　it　was　only　polite　to

make　some　casual　conversation　with　Mitchell　before　taking　off。　？You　still　moving　to　Amsterdam

or　what？？

Mitchell　stopped　walking　and　unzipped　his　Puma　jacket。　？Nah。　I？m　stuck　here　for　a　while。？　He

pulled　up　his　gray　thermal　shirt　to　reveal　his　bare；　freckled　chest。　There　were　wires　taped　to　it。

Nate　had　seenLaw　&　Order　enough　times　to　know　what　those　wires　meant。　The　bleak　scenery

seemed　to　close　in　on　him；　and　he　stumbled　backwards。　Had　he　blacked　out　or　something？　Was

this　all　a　bad　dream？

Mitchell　let　his　shirt　drop　and　zipped　his　jacket　up　again。　He　took　a　step　toward　Nate；　as　if　he

was　worried　Nate　would　try　to　make　a　break　for　it。　？Sorry；　kid。　They　got　me。　I？m　working　for　the

man　now。？　He　jerked　his　head　at　the　benches　behind　them。　？Those　？dirtbags？　on　the　bench　are　all

cops；　okay；　so　don？t　try　to　run。　You　and　I　are　going　to　wait　here　until　I　give　the　sign；　and　then　one

of　them　is　going　to　walk　you　down　to　the　precinct　on　Amsterdam。Amsterdam　？pretty　ironic；　huh？？

Nate　could　tell　Mitchell　was　trying　to　get　him　to　smile　so　the　dealer　wouldn？t　have　to　feel　so　bad

for　busting　him。　？Okay；？　Nate　said　woodenly。　How　had　this　happened？　He？d　never　been

double…crossed　before；　and　it　was　a　pretty　crappy　feeling。　He　dropped　the　baggie　of　pot　on　the

ground　and　kicked　it　away　from　him。　？Shit；？　he　swore　under　his　breath。

Mitchell　picked　up　the　baggie　and　put　his　hand　on　Nate？s　shoulder。　He　raised　his　free　hand　in　the

air　and　waved　to　the　cops　on　the　benches。　Two　guys　stood　up　and　hurried　over。　They　didn？t　even

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