"I already did. You've got three hours to get out of Detroit. Take your wife, take that Cadillac, and don't look back. Or stay. And explain to Lamar why his last three shipments got busted by the feds—shipments you knew about."
"No. My answer is winning." Meech leaned forward. "But we can't win if we don't know who's feeding Lamar information. Someone inside our own circle is talking."
"She's the only one who can get close to Markese," Meech said. "Markese works the night desk at that motel where Lamar's bottom bitch stays. Nicole flirts, gets the room number, we watch, we learn." bmf s03e04 bdmv
"Mom doesn't find out." Meech's voice dropped to a whisper. "But right now, we don't survive without knowing who the snake is. One night. That's all."
"I forgive you, Pastor." Meech sat down, feet on the desk. "But Lamar won't. See, I'm gonna let it slip that you've been skimming off his end too. He thinks you're his inside man. Wait till he finds out you've been playing both sides." "I already did
The pastor's face drained. "You wouldn't."
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The pastor stood, trembling. "You're the devil, Meech."