THIRTY-SIX
Darius sat watching television in one of the back rooms. He was waiting for his favourite shows to come on after some boring chef program. He sat casually, with his back half on the back of the armchair and the other half on the arm; his right leg hung over the other arm. Beside him were a large bowl of potato chips and a cool beer can clutched in his hand. He was comfortable and ready for a lazy evening. Grabbing a handful of chips, Darius was about to shove them into his mouth when a news flash stopped him midway. A large picture of Brian Armstrong came onto the screen. The chips fell back into the bowl, and he sat up straight to pay attention to the story.
"Yo, fellas, get your asses in here!"
His yelling brought the others rushing in.
"The police are looking for this man
