With 911 on the way, adrenaline coursing through his veins, and blood on his hands, Robbie wasn't in a good headspace. He was in a frenzy when he had come into work, seeing his boss and his coworkers either shot up or dead on the floor. Someone had come to Canelo's and started a hit and run. He didn't have the car, they people who must have shot his coworkers must have also taken the Charger. He was already in a predicament. "They took the f***ing car?!" He raged. We'll get them, Robbie... Eli rasped in his head. He walked out the shop blind with rage when he bumped with someone. "Watch where you're going." He growled as he tried to keep walking and find who did this.