Detective Moss’ pov;
My mentor always said that funerals was not just a place for grief, it was also a place where you can find the truth and so, I had worn my best suit and made my way to the cathedral where the funeral service for Gonzales was taking place.
I sat a few seats away from the rest of the crowd. I didn’t know that so many people loved Gonzales, because the crowd was so much!
Most of the men had their jaws set tight and their brows furrowed from sheer focus rather than fear or confusion. Their backs were straight, their eyes constantly moved around as though they expected danger at any moment.
I knew that they were Pesos gang members. And if I was right, they were thinking about revenge. Their second in command had been brutally killed and now, their leader himself had bee
