NICHOLAS
One thing about my business, there was an endless supply of problem. Right now? It was a new set of gangs. New comers. Normally I would let it fester, sometimes the ruckus was good for business but now they’d crossed a line.
Brian called me, saying they robbed his shop. I knew him, he wouldn’t call me if it was just a hit and run, he’d handle it himself. He knew his way around the street. So I had to make a statement.
Amateurs always get cocky before they get buried.
I crouched beside the man I’d just dropped and rifled through his pockets… wallet, burner phone, a business card for some backroom gun dealer I’d already put out of business last fall.
The second guy was still shaking, hands half-raised like prayer would help. It wouldn’t.
“Show me the camera feeds,” I said.
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