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San Francisco Police undercover detective officer James White is a
dedicated lawman man of 12 years. He is the best undercover
detective San Francisco has ever had, but when given the chance
to take out the most notorious kingpin in the world and make
himself instant millions, James would not hesitate. With Taye (the
kingpin) now dead, all incriminating evidence leads to James as
the killer. The only problem is, how can anyone prove his guilt, and
who is smart enough to expose his deep knowledge of the Nigerian
criminal enterprise (the 419 scams) that had already ripped the
United States of America of billions of dollars?


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    • Chapter OneFirst day of workThe two most common things youd have to get used to living inSan Francisco are the slanting streets and the wafting breeze.Every day in the Bay area brings something new, but the risingmorning of March 8th brought nothing unusual except the gustywind from the Pacific Ocean. It was this wafting chill that wokePaul Benton from his sleep, twenty minutes before his six a.malarm sound off.Today would be the most important day of his life; the dayhed become a Detective.After waking up, Paul rolled over on the bed and kissed hiswife on the cheek. Then he prepared himself for work. Built like afootball star, with strong muscular cuts and a resplendent face,Paul Benton could be taken for a fashion model rather than adetective. His weekly low-trimmed haircut cost him twenty dollarsper visit, and none of his cloths aged over a year. After shaving offthe little hairs along his jawlines, he plucked the inside hairs of hisnostrils, and then put on his work garment. He checked his overalllook at the bathroom mirror; taking note of the crispy dark suitand the well groomed figure within it. The perfect brown edgingalongside his hairline blended well with his caramel tan skin andthe overall softness of his face.He corrected his neck-tie, donned his shoulder-trap pistol,and then checked for the handcuffs locked to his side. The StacyAdams on his feet looked well-polished just as his gleamingplatinum watch, and his overall look this morning was dapper.After all, today would be his first duty as a detective.After leaving the bathroom, he kissed his wife once againand headed out of the house.Traffic in the early morning of San Francisco Bay was alwaysbusy, but this was something the soon-to-be detective was alreadyused to. He was calm in his seat as he steadily cruised through theslanting streets that merged into different curves and angles, andpassed the cable cars and short trains that rolled by. At 7:30 a.m,
    • half of San Francisco was already awake and roaming about.Owners of different business outlets had already opened theirshops for business, and groups of early commuters were makingtheir ways to work.A ten minutes detour to a donut shop gave Detective Bentonthe belly warmth that he needed for the day before returning backto the flow of traffic that soon slowed to a crawling speed. As timesteadily idled away Paul tuned the FM radio to 99.1 and listened tothe Disc Jockey as he announced the latest scoops in the city."Have you guys heard? This just came in. That NigerianTeflon Don Taye was found murdered in his bedroom last night,with a single gun shoot to the head. And guess what, the detectivesdont have a clue to who did it. What do you guys think, call us in.Our radio lines will be open for comments in a few minutes, but inthe meantime enjoy this new release from 50 Cent, Murder forfoes."The 50 Cent music came on, and Paul raised the volume dialon the stereo. A short moment later he was moving his head to thereverberating beats, and by the time the rap song was over thevehicle had only moved about two blocks on the street. Hecontinued listening to the Disc Jockey and the listenerscomments."I dont think the police will ever find out who kill that guy,just like Tupac and Biggie," one of the audiences commented."You see, thats exactly what I’m saying when I say America isblack and white. If youre black and powerful like Taye, the whitepeople, and Im talking about their secretly police, will make sureyoure buried in dirt with a question mark, just like all the onesbefore him," another audience commented."Oh common," the Disc Jockey replied, anointed."The state of California is after this guy’s head, so itshouldnt be a surprise that they pay to have him offed.""Common people, why is everybody on this guys side. We aretalking about a guy that duped California out of half a billiondollars, of your tax money." The Disc Jockey made his feelingsheard."Im with Dan." Dan was the DJs name. "I think Tayedeserved what happened to him. He scammed all that money buthe didnt really give back to the hood."Paul was listening intently.
    • Taye was a powerful crime figure in San Francisco, untilyesterday. His name, his story, and picture had circulated outthrough the state of California and some part of the nation."The question we all should be asking is, why wasnt this guydeported back to where he came from if the State knew he was acriminal?""Thats because Taye is a diplomatic figure, with politiciansdeep in his pocket."And so the conspiracies continued on the radio as Paulclosed the gap toward his destination. The San Francisco policeheadquarter was now less than three mile away, just outside thewest-side slums where the radio station, 99.1 F.M, is located. Hewas listening to the murder report and the people’s feelings whenhis phone suddenly rang.