Power Book Ii- Ghost -2020-2020 · Trusted & Secure

The real turning point came when Tariq discovered that the Tejadas had a secret: a makeshift lab in an abandoned bodega in the Bronx, churning out a high-grade synthetic product. But the chemist was sick—really sick. And he refused to work unless someone got him a ventilator for his asthmatic daughter.

“You think because the courts are closed, the debt is closed?” Monet’s voice crackled over a burner phone. She was calling from a masked number, her tone a low, velvet-wrapped blade. “You owe me, St. Patrick. And I collect, pandemic or not.”

But in the vacuum of a campus half-empty due to the pandemic, the rules of the street had only gotten sharper.

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

Tariq pulled out a single item: a thumb drive. “On this is the location of every stash house your father left behind, plus the new distribution network you set up during the lockdown. You kill me, it goes to the Feds, the Castillos, and your cousin Lorenzo in federal prison.”

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.

He didn't know who sent it. A fed? A friend? His father's ghost? It didn't matter. The real turning point came when Tariq discovered

The problem was supply. The usual pipelines had dried up. Borders were tight, shipments delayed, and every two-bit hustler with a mask thought they were king. Tariq’s only ally was Brayden, his well-meaning, chaos-magnet roommate, who had traded his frat kegs for a crash course in covert logistics.

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.

Monet’s eyes narrowed. For the first time, she saw it—not the scared kid, not the legacy, but the real thing. A strategist born from chaos. “You think because the courts are closed, the

The story, Power Book II: Ghost – The Lost Year , isn't the one you saw on screen. It’s the one that happened in the cracks between the episodes, during the silent, sweltering months of 2020.

“Try again,” Tariq said, his voice eerily calm. “And step back six feet.”

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.