the man said to me from a little d

inued to look at him, wondering and trying to ref

e bailed me out of the cell, or how he

my aid, and I could come out of the cell withou

the key rattled before, it did again

se, it was because I felt they could change their

face showed he knew me before. But whe

my eyes before I could gaze at his

tree. I was 6.5, but who

and no beard beneath his jaws. To

willow branch. And when he smiled again, I saw

eing average, but bei

you before. Mr. Franks told

was certain that no one on the street would have told him

f a person is the leader of a big gang, he woul

I have somethin

slowly, his long legs were like he was racing. And if I were just a

murder, and the assassin must have left you on purpose, or he d

just words, and I could not have held on to a lie since the orpha

accident from Chicago. I

id nothing yet but scoff. He opene

and almost immediately,

ve hidden you from the truth about your family's power, weal

pictures that t

took his hands inside of it, he brought out image files. These were the exact images

hese exact images

out saying another word. He retrieved a cigar and a lighte

tered. But you know w

t. He then opened the driver's seat door and reac

't so ignorant as to not recognize it, especially when I saw people

d opened the laptop. "These are

, and I briefl

and not in an accident. Suddenly, a man in

's window, and as the car attempt

side of the car wi

ur mom being shot right t

en, so I didn't take my eyes off the laptop screen. Howe

I asked, still sta

be. Maybe you would die alone in th

ed again, watching as the assassi

accident," said Mr. Harry

y. You don't belong on the street. You belong in a place of power, affluence, and