“what makes you say it was gang related?” tony asked as he pulled on a pair of white gloves, glancing at the officer.

“we thought they looked the type,” the officer said. tonys lip curled in disgust, though the woman missed it “they mustve pissed somebody off to end up out here like this.”

“or they got grabbed by some sick son of a bitch. not every mexican in this city is a dealer, you know?” he murmured.

“oh shit.” he whispered, watching your body twitch. “theyre alive!”