Ethan
I sat in the car, engine off, my eyes glued to Damien a few meters ahead talking to an older man. The man handed him a black bag and Damien peeked at it before a smile broke through his lips.
"See that?" one of the boys muttered from the back seat. "That guy's Ricardo. He's into guns and dirty money."
"There's no doubt that's drugs inside that bag. More opportunity to get him red-handed." I said.
Kaden, seated next to me, leaned forward. "You're right. We can't let him get away with the drugs." He turned his head slightly, glancing at the boys behind us. "Guys, you know what to do. We need to get our hands on him tonight."
The men nodded, their focus shifting from watching to action mode. My fingers tapped lightly on my knee, the adrenaline starting to kick in. Tonight, Damien
