The air was chilly today. Makes sense since it's the middle of fall. If it weren't for the rest of the gang around his house, Tim would've taken the opportunity to sit outside alone on the front porch drinking with a bottle of rum and play Elvis on the radio. He inhales the smoke from his cigarette and exhales, watching the smoke flow elegantly in the air. " Boss" Tim looks up to find one of his men in front of him. "What?" Tim asked. " I found her bleeding on the streets" His men said.