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“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON NOW?
TERRORISTS ATTACKING THE MALLS?”

Goldilocks’s comment stopped Angel dead in her tracks. Roc and Zoom had used the same tactic. Create confusion, murder, and
then escape in the chaos.

It was a timely thought that made her instantly aware of her surroundings. She felt her life was in danger, saw it coming
for a split second, and then all hell broke loose as the mall erupted in gunfire and screams…

The first shot from Rahman’s bullet grazed Angel in the upper arm as she pushed people out of her way. The second shattered
the window behind her as she dove for cover.

“F—k!” Angel cursed at the sight of her own blood, adrenaline pumping too fast to feel the pain.

“Angel!” Goldilocks screamed, not knowing how serious her wound was.

“I’m good!
Move!

“A major pioneer of street fiction.”


Library Journal

RAVES FOR TERI WOODS AND HER NOVELS

DUTCH

“Almost unparalleled in its shock value… thoroughly absorbing… a fast-moving story with ruthless dialogue… vividly highlights
the crime-riddled existence of notorious Newark gangster Bernard James, aka Dutch… will keep any lover of this genre captivated.”

—The RAWSISTAZ Reviewers

“A bone-chilling story of murder, violence, and the struggle for power. It is a harrowing tale.”


MyShelf.com

ALIBI

“The classic investigative query—‘Where were you on the night in question?’—allows Woods to once again prove why she’s in
a league of her own.”

—Philadelphia Tribune

“Gritty… While giving a sympathetic voice to her financially desperate heroine… Woods observes that easy cash comes with a
steep price.”

—Library Journal
(starred review)

“Woods writes with feeling a strong sense of Philadelphia setting… Fast-paced and exciting,
Alibi
is an action-filled story about the desperate life of one urban girl and the consequences of trying to break away.”

—Booklist

“Blistering… This wickedly satisfying page-turner will leave readers eager for the next installment.”

—Publishers Weekly

“Woods has established herself as the Queen of Urban Fiction… launching a revolution in reading… Her hustle made real the
dream of every wannabe author, the fantasy that your work will inspire a generation, will create a wave of response and thought,
that posits you as a leader and a vanguard of a movement all your own.”


Heavy.com

“A fast-paced, action-filled page-turner.”


MyShelf.com

“Gritty drama that only Woods can deliver… [she] writes with the suspense and ingenuity of a crime novelist and has crafted
a literary adrenaline rush for mystery, thriller, and urban fiction fans alike.”

— The RAWSISTAZ Reviewers

“An engaging thriller with an intricate plot.”


BlackVoices.com

“A fast-paced read… Teri Woods is quite a good writer.”

—Sacramento Book Review

TRUE TO THE GAME III

“Vividly depicts the 1990s drug culture… urban fiction fans will welcome the melodramatic final entry in bestseller Woods’s
True to the Game trilogy.”

—Publishers Weekly

TRUE TO THE GAME II

“Raw… gutsy.”

—Essence

“Four out of five… Wonderful… a great story… a fast-paced, exciting read that will surely keep you on your toes.”


Urban-Reviews.com

“Explosive… excellent… masterful… A must-have… definitely worth waiting for… solidifies Ms. Woods’s place as one of the Queens
of Street Lit.”

—The RAWSISTAZ Reviewers

Copyright

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are
used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Grand Central Publishing Edition

Copyright © 2005, 2010 by Teri Woods

Story by Dutch

All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced,
distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written
permission of the publisher.

Previously published by Teri Woods Publishing

Grand Central Publishing

Hachette Book Group

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New York, NY 10017

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www.HachetteBookGroup.com

www.twitter.com/grandcentralpub

First eBook Edition: March 2010

Grand Central Publishing is a division of Hachette Book Group, Inc.

The Grand Central Publishing name and logo is a trademark of Hachette Book Group, Inc.

ISBN: 978-0-446-56743-5

Contents

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON NOW? TERRORISTS ATTACKING THE MALLS?”

RAVES FOR TERI WOODS AND HER NOVELS

COPYRIGHT

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

THREE YEARS LATER

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

RAHMAN

CHAPTER SIX

PUSSY CONTROL

CHAPTER SEVEN

WAR

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

PEACE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

QUANTICO, VIRGINIA

CHAPTER TWELVE

READING GROUP GUIDE

A Preview of
Alibi

This book is dedicated to my nephew, Andrew Wansel.

Boy oh boy, I knew it was bad in the beginning. I didn’t know how bad it would get, and it was really touch and go there,
nephew, because it wasn’t just business; the personal fell apart, too. The funny thing about it is you are the last person
on earth I thought I would ever call a hundred and ninety-nine times a day. But I did, and you answered a hundred and ninety-nine
times and you really were the only person that I could trust and talk to. And not only that, but you actually knew what I
was talking about! WOW! And you listened to me, every day, day after day, after day, after day, and you really helped me and
I really appreciate it. You are a good nephew. Thanks for the ear time.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I would like to thank my family, Phyllis and Corel, Chucky, Dexter and Judy, Andrew, Christopher, Carl, my children, Jessica,
Lucas and Brandon, Brett, and my assistant, Tracey.

PROLOGUE

G
et these people out of here!” Detective Smalls bellowed.

The Essex County Courthouse had become a madhouse. Screams of confusion and cries of pain filled the air and seared the ears
of the seasoned detective. In all of his thirteen years on the force, he had never seen anything like this. It was like a
terrorist had dropped a bomb on the courthouse and transformed it into a war zone. Paramedics, uniformed police officers,
and Newark’s Special Unit, along with the Newark Fire Department, all struggled to maintain order in the aftermath of the
massacre.

“Move aside, please. Move aside!” Smalls commanded as he directed the curious who had filed into the bullet-ridden courtroom
door.

“Officer! Officer! My son was in there, please…”

“Please don’t let my wife be dead! Someone help me!”

The faces and voices reminded Smalls of a recurring nightmare, one he could not wake up from. He had been one of the first
on the scene and had seen the human remains strewn like discarded waste. As he entered the smoke-filled courtroom, the smell
of death hit him in the face. It now lingered in his nostrils as he looked around in disbelief. The tragedy was an unbelievable
sight.

Frank Sorbonno’s body lay grotesquely twisted against the rear wall. District Attorney Anthony Jacobs’s body had been blown
to pieces, his headless remains sprawled on the prosecution’s table. The judge was slumped over his gavel, and nine of the
twelve jury members leaned every which way on top of each other.

Innocent bystanders and the disguised Charlies lay strewn on the floor. Their blood was splattered all over the courtroom
and even on the American flag that hung limp in the corner. That sight in particular caught Smalls’s eye and etched itself
in his memory.

Smalls sat down in the back row of the courtroom and ran his hand through his salt-and-pepper hair.
How could this have happened?
he asked himself as he continued to inspect the room. Dutch had single-handedly taken the American justice system and slapped
it with his bloody hand. If gunshots had been applause, the courtroom would have received a deadly standing ovation with Dutch
as orchestrator.

Smalls silently watched as ambulance workers rolled corpse after corpse onto soiled gurneys and out the courtroom doors. All
he could think of was Dutch. He prayed he would be found among the dead. He’d give his right arm to have Dutch in front of
him, bleeding, dying, and begging to atone for the atrocity he had inflicted on the flesh of the American justice system.
But Dutch was nowhere to be found. The police had sealed off the building and a ten-block radius around it. The Feds had stopped
airline flights and bus and train departures. But all to no avail. Dutch had managed to slip through the tight noose they
had meticulously prepared for him and escaped unscathed. He mocked them all.

But more than how he did it, everyone wanted to know where he had gone.

The question was very simple.

Where was Dutch?

CHAPTER ONE

F
uck all y’all!” was Dutch’s emphatic verdict on the entire courtroom, and the Charlies stood ready to impose his sentence.
Bullets filled the unsuspecting courtroom. Dutch pulled out the twin forty calibers strapped under the defense table and fired
into the face of the bailiff to his right as he reached for his service revolver. The second bailiff was spun off his feet
by a Charlie in the front row. People leaped and ducked, but to no avail, because there was nowhere to hide.

Gripping both pistols like death’s sickle, ready to claim his next victim, Dutch cut the judge down with a shot to the chest.
“Guilty, muthafucka! Guilty!” Dutch laughed, firing a second shot that exploded the judge’s head like a melon. “Gavel that,
pussy!”

Anthony Jacobs felt the muzzle at the back of his head, and before he could even pray, lead filled his thoughts.

The jury was mercilessly sprayed with a barrage of gunfire by four Charlies. All the while, Dutch searched the frenzied rows
looking for Frank Sorbonno. He found him crouched under a row at the rear of the courtroom. Dutch smiled down on him.

“Frankie Bonno! It’s the black Al Capone, muthafucka!” Dutch quipped as he aimed the muzzle at his bald dome. “Happy Valentine’s
Day, sweetheart!”

“Dutch please! I—”

Bonno’s cowardly plea was silenced by six hollow-point messengers of death.

Meanwhile, courthouse officers had begun to converge on the room. Shots flew through the door, killing two Charlies, while
Dutch and six other Charlies made their way to the exit and out the door.

Three more Charlies, positioned in the rear of the building, were exchanging fire with several officers, clearing the way
for Dutch and his team.

“Dutch, this way, baby,” one of the Charlies beckoned before her lungs filled with blood from a gunshot in the back. She fell,
silenced forever, as Dutch and the others made it to the stairs.

Outside, police and ambulances had arrived.

One of the ambulances, however, arrived with two Charlies dressed as EMT workers and was conveniently parked adjacent to the
rear of the courthouse.

With eyes alert to the police and all their activity, Craze cautiously emerged from behind a Dumpster and opened the back
door.

To the average eye, the ambulance didn’t appear out of place. The melee had panicked everyone, and no one knew what to expect
next… Certainly not an ambulance escape.

“The basement!” Dutch ordered the remaining three Charlies with him. “Make sure my man is compensated for his assistance,”
he smirked, then shot out the rear door and hopped into the ambulance.

Craze looked at his longtime friend, relieved that he had made it, then screamed at the Charlie in the driver’s seat, “Fuck
you waitin’ for, tomorrow? Drive!” She flipped on the siren and sped off. As the ambulance turned the corner, Detective Smalls
and his partner, Detective Meritti, skidded up and jumped out of their car, ready for war.

“Where is Dutch?” Smalls demanded, but he became distracted when Detective Meritti entered the courthouse behind him. Smalls
could tell by the look on his partner’s face that he was the bearer of bad news. Smalls had been dealing with the press throughout
the ordeal, keeping them informed of what was going on. But he had postponed leaking any information concerning Dutch until
the chief of police got back to him. And today Meritti was the chief’s messenger.

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