Chapter Twenty Four
Didn’t want more blood, bruises or cuts on my hands, was tired of that. I mentioned that before and didn’t want doc DOA at The Tombs at the precinct
I figured those Arian Brotherhood Homies, with tattooed tears on their eyeballs over there at The Federal Lockup, named Luther, Orvis, and Arvan, love guys who f**k up kids.
I figured why snuff him, when he could get his ass blistered, reamed out for the rest of his life by the dudes in the Brotherhood. It was the right thing to do, I figured.
So, I took a quick shower, looked in the mirror, smiled, fuzzed my blonde with a hair dryer, dressed in my usual black hip huggers, black T-shirt and work boots, Earl had in his bag, you know, just in case as usual I got blood on my clothes.
When I walked out, Earl had doc duct t
