Little Braids left with the flat-haired Latino.
I remembered their faces because I knew this wasn't over. Little Braids would keep selling contraband to Nina, and this quagmire would never disappear unless the quagmire itself was made to disappear.
Otherwise, Helen would become Nina's scapegoat, fall into the hands of the gang, and I knew better than anyone what a pretty girl would go through. What awaited Helen was hell, or she would choose death.
This is an apartment, and it's inconvenient for me to handle it here.
There would be many witnesses.
I picked up the phone and looked at the photos I had just secretly taken.
[Amir, check these two guys for me. Which gang do they belong to, what's their name, where do they live, and who's in their family?]
[Buddy, did these two bastards mess with you?]
[They're eyeing my family.]
[Damn, do you want me to call in Duke and Freddie? Should we bring heavy firepower?]
[Find out their information.]
[Latinos from Dade County, right?]
