Doo-Rag

Doo-Rag reached into his baggy trousers, pulled out some of the crack bottles Malcolm had given him, and distributed them to his pals like candy.

Hardcase Simmons, Dan 2001

"Would a Blood like Doo-Rag take marching orders from an ex-Crip?"

Hardcase Simmons, Dan 2001

Doo-Rag was still frowning, working the thing through his drugged mind, but he obviously could not find a catch.

Hardcase Simmons, Dan 2001

"Hey!" screamed Doo-Rag from the opposite side, ducking low behind Oliver's body.

Hardcase Simmons, Dan 2001

Doo-Rag smirked, kicked the brake off, leaned delicately over Charlie's slumped, bleeding corpse, kicked in the clutch, and hit the gearshift lever.

Hardcase Simmons, Dan 2001

The Boys had been carefully and repeatedly frisked before being driven, blindfolded, to the warehouse site, where Doo-Rag and a dozen of his men watched carefully and a bit reproachfully.

Hardcase Simmons, Dan 2001

"You understand, my man?" said Malcolm Kibunte to Doo-Rag for the fourth time.

Hardcase Simmons, Dan 2001

"Closest Doo-Rag got to the NBA was the public courts up at Delaware Park."

Hardcase Simmons, Dan 2001

"I unnerstand," said Doo-Rag, beginning to nod a bit, his heavy-lidded gaze becoming a bit more unfocused, but still there enough for Malcolm's purposes.

Hardcase Simmons, Dan 2001

He gave her Pruno's description of Malcolm Kibunte, Cutter, and Doo-Rag, then remembered Sammy Levine's brother Manny and described him as well.

Hardcase Simmons, Dan 2001