Power Book: Ii- Ghost -2020-2020

Tariq sat in his dorm room, the buzzing fluorescent light the only constant. His laptop screen flickered between a half-finished economics paper and a dark web portal. The pressure from Monet Tejada hadn't let up. If anything, the lockdown had made her more dangerous. With fewer cops on the street and everyone trapped inside their own fiefdoms, her rules were absolute.

Tariq walked off the roof, his heart pounding beneath his hoodie. The city below was silent, save for the distant wail of an ambulance. He pulled out his phone. A single text from an unknown number: Your mother is safe. Keep it that way. Power Book II- Ghost -2020-2020

“You’re not Ghost,” Cane sneered, ripping off his black cloth mask. “You’re a ghost of a ghost.” Tariq sat in his dorm room, the buzzing