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That's a soldier , Mackey thought. A soldier who doesn't know he's in an army.

Dukie’s mouth was dry. "The boys on Baker… they skimmed. I swear." the-wire

His phone buzzed. Rojas.

Mackey stood in the empty courtroom. Rojas was beside him. "He's bought," Mackey said. "Everyone is bought." That's a soldier , Mackey thought

Dukie ran a package for a mid-level dealer named “Fat Face” Rick. It was a simple job: take the re-up from the stash house on Monroe to the pit on Baker. But Dukie was light. Not by much—forty dollars—but in the system, forty dollars might as well be forty thousand. "The boys on Baker… they skimmed

"You need more than a truck at night," Phelan said, not looking at Mackey.

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.