| 27 | Promise.

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8 years ago… "No." Aleia shakes her head as the detective sitting in front of her holds out a portrait of a man, putting it away after he hears her deny the suspect. "Well, that's all the profiles we managed to pull up based on the descriptions you gave us... is there anything else you can remember about that night...?" The bald African American detective asks Aleia as his colleague remains standing close by, paying 100% of his attention to the situation. "That's all I remember, they were Latino, spoke Spanish... 5 of them... had red bandannas..." Aleia begins and glances to her Father for a second who is seated on a couch adjacent to her. "Hijos de Demonios... sons of demons, is the gang they belong to." She continues and both detectives glance at Don Monteverdi questionably. "Do you

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