At that time, the use of drugs, especially heroin, cocaine, marijuana, etc. was getting severe. It was young boys and girls who were affected by it the most. A large number of deaths resulted in the excessive use of drugs.

First, young people who were depressed and anxious about their life used them, but then it became a trend. Everyone started taking drugs for fun. The ratio was highest in New York. That's why the government banned drugs altogether and made new rules that anyone who will be seen with drugs will be sent to jail for seven years plus a hefty fine. Government also established as many rehabilitation centers as it could. Almost every drug-dealer was either in prison or was deported.

It was only Black Hand who was walking free. He was a very cunning man. He never showed up in his deals. Instead, he used underage poor boys who needed money. Police had raid many times, but nothing worth-worthy came to hand. They were trying to catch an important piece, even a small one, to solve this puzzle, but they were unsuccessful.

The next day Black Hand received a call. "Listen, Black Hand! I wasn't expecting that treachery from you." An angry voice appeared from the phone, "You haven't delivered my package even after I made the payment. NOW you are planning to send me to jail. Listen carefully, you baster! If I go to jail, I'll tell the cops everything about you; you're dwelling place, your workplace, and detail of every single man who works under you; each and everything. Remember that you, Raff!" The voice shut the phone.

It took Black Hand seconds to figure out who it was and who didn't deliver the package. It was Joshua, his best customer. He called his bodyguard outrageously, "Check the CCTV camera footage. Print out the photo of that boy who left the house at the very end. Find every detail of him. Every inch! Find him and bring him to me. NOW!"

He was getting mad with anger. He couldn't bear that someone has betrayed him, betrayed the Black Hand.

"I will drench every drop of him until he begs for death. I will destroy him and everything that belongs to him," He murmured under his breath.

"Chief! We have received a call from an unknown number. It has informed us about that drug dealer Black Hand and one of his dealers, Joshua. He was on 16th Ave. We also have discovered a briefcase full of cocaine. We chased him, but he ran away. But we have captured his two men. One of them is his right hand. He better know where he can hide. We'll get all the information soon," the inspector of the crime department, Paul, said.

Chief replied gladly, "It's excellent news. We have been chasing him for six years. If we get succeed in catching any of his customers, it will mean we catch him. By the way, who called you?"

"We don't know, Chief. It's an internet generated number. We cannot trace it, but we are working on getting details of this number." replied the inspector.

"Well! Whoever it is, he has done a very brilliant job. He should be awarded. Now get back to work." The inspector left saluting Chiefhief.

"Open the gate. I'd like to meet him," Paul ordered the jailor.

With a mechanical sound, the door of the cell opened.

The Black Hand's right hand, Anthony, was sitting with the hands locked to the table.

"See who our guest is today!" Paul said mockingly, "Now, you better speak."

"I would rather die than telling about Joshua," Anthony replied.

"Hmmm. Fine. You want it another way. Does your family know what kind of job you do? Ohh right. That's why your wife left, and if soon you don't get any LEGAL job, you'll lose the case in which you are fighting to get the custody of your daughter. You're gonna lose it anyway because you are going to jail. And you won't be able to see her again in your entire life. Isn't it, Anthony?"

"You cannot do this to me, you baster. You are using my weakness."

"Ok, then you claim that you surrendered, tell us about Joshua, and we'll do you a favor. You will lose that case because you're already in jail, but we will help you get permission to see your daughter every week."

"I want some time to think."

"Alright. Take your time. You have time until noon. We don't have much time to give."

At 12:30 pm, Paul entered the cell. "So, what is your answer?" he asked. "I'm in." Anthony replied, "But you have to promise that you'll provide protection to my family, and I'll meet my daughter every Sunday."

"Done! Now speak!"