The man seemed empathetic to Kevin’s plight. He was even humble as he passed him condolences. “I’m sorry about your brother, son. Max here told me what happened.”
Kevin slowly nodded, sniveled and tilted his head back down. He took another hit of the joint in his fingers, flicked it to the ground and stepped on its embers; extinguishing the roach. He then looked back up as the old man continued talking.
“My name is Marco Angelo. I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”
Kevin thought to himself, ‘Yeah; you are the asshole that made us go through all this s**t!’
Marco Angelo continued, “Max here pointed out that the cocaine your brother took was laced with something. And that your late brother stammered out a name of the person they had been taking the drug with.”
Kevin wiped off another tear and
