He didn't know who sent it. A fed? A friend? His father's ghost? It didn't matter.
It was the summer of 2020, and the world felt like it was holding its breath. For Tariq St. Patrick, the pause button had been pressed on his entire life. His father, James "Ghost" St. Patrick, was dead by his hand. His mother, Tasha, was in witness protection. And he, a freshman at Ivy League-adjacent Stansfield University, was supposed to be blending in, not standing out as the son of a Queens drug lord. Power Book II- Ghost -2020-2020
The summer culminated in a rooftop confrontation. Not a shootout—ammo was too precious, and the sound would draw unwanted attention from the few cops still on patrol. Instead, it was a trial by fire. Monet, Cane, Dru, and Diana had Tariq cornered. They’d found out about the ventilator deal, realized he’d kept a cut for himself. He didn't know who sent it
Their first job was a disaster. A meet in a deserted parking garage under the Queensboro Bridge. The supplier, a jittery man with a hacking cough, tried to short them. Tariq, channeling the ghost of his father, didn’t flinch. He calmly pulled a small UV light—used for disinfecting mail—and shined it on the counterfeit bills the man had tried to pass. His father's ghost
“You have balls, St. Patrick,” she said, lowering her piece. “Don’t lose them in the second wave.”