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Dukie thought about his mother, who was smoking rock in a vacant three blocks away. "Yes."

He looked back at the pit. Dukie was sitting on an overturned milk crate, counting crumpled bills. The boy was afraid. Mackey could see it in his shoulders. the-wire

Mackey slid a single photograph across the desk. It was a grainy still from a traffic camera. A black Yukon Denali, tinted windows, parked outside a public housing high-rise at 3:14 AM on the night June Bug died. Dukie thought about his mother, who was smoking

He drove into the night, the city sprawling around him like a crime scene that would never close. Dukie thought about his mother