Chapter Thirteen
Tiaz sat at the edge of the bed inside of his cheap, roach infested motel room, taking a fifth of Hennessy to the head. He was in deep thought as he wondered what had happened to Threat. He’d looked him up on the LASD.org website to see what he’d been locked up for, but there wasn’t any record of him being taken into custody. He thought that was odd since he’d seen him being arrested with his own eyes. He knew for a fact that The Boys had gotten him. He even called around to different precincts asking if they had him. When they claimed to not have him, he put in calls to every hospital he could think of, figuring that he had gotten out of line and the police had beaten the s**t out of him and that’s why he hadn’t been put in the LASD database yet.
Tiaz sat his bottle of
