“Ey, b***h ass! You’re on TV,” Pepi cried out to Ramon.
“Yoo-ooooo,” exclaimed Ramon, in complete shock. “They got me on camera! I need a place to hide.”
“Get outta here, son. I don’t know your dumb ass,” shouted Pepi and shoved Ramon out the front door. “I don’t need Tigre on my ass after I vouched for you.”
“Come on, mang. I need a place to hide. It’s too hot out there,” cried Ramon. He knew he was on his own now. He had to find a place to hide and fast.
Ramon ran down the block to find his car. It was the same car he’d used in the heist. All the adrenaline after the stabbing made him and Pepi forget to change the license plate. He jumped into it and drove like a bat out of hell down US-1. His plan was to hide out in the Everglades swamp until things cooled down. He might not be able
