After school Scotty headed to G's and they, along with two other guys made their way up to the basketball court. It seemed that every young man in the ghetto had the talent to make the NBA and that included Scotty. He was a beast on the basketball court—but mainly because hitting the court, playing stickball and touch football was free and therefore the thing that everyone could do well. Scotty would watch the Harlem Globetrotters on television and then see dudes doing the same routines the very next day.
He and G teamed up against their companions, Martray and Kenya. They played hard, shedding their sweat soddened shirts within the hour. The basketball court in question wasn't really that. It was the parking lot of the abandoned complex where a dead little girl had been found. Someone h
