hit Iverson's ears lik

his eyes in an instant. The col

udly against the concrete. Rocco collapsed forward, co

ing it up completely. He grabbed the collar of his hoodie and yanked it hard, stretching t

his shoulders forward to make

move! Put your h

h the fire door, their service weapon

to shake. It wasn't a fake shake; he forced his muscles to tremble by hyperventilating

aking, bloody finger at Iverson. "He's a

ur massive, tattooed gang members were bleeding and groaning on the floor. I

rrowed in confusion.

n him around, and slammed him face-first into the cinderblock wall. It w

snapped tightly around his w

fectly as they

ped butterfly knife away from the blood puddle.

e heavy door slammed shut, sealing him inside the cage. The red and blue lights flashed rhyth

lled of fresh-cut grass

eal sat on the terrace, wearing a pristine, tailored Chanel suit. S

woman whose face was pulled tig

dripping with fake sweetness. "An Ivy League recommendation l

d curve of her lips. "Brandon is exceptionally

vibrated violently ag

creen. It was an unk

efully. She stood up, walked to the edge of

cal. "This is the Blackwater District Police Precinct. We have your son

erfect smil

ion washed over her. Her fingers gripped the phone

doing this

ck. The Rust Belt. The police. The violence. Iverson was a walk

rtly," Adelina hisse

xistent wrinkles on her skirt. She walked back to the table. "I am so s

heels of her Louboutins clicking

the black Maybach. He saw her face a

eather seat. "Blackwate

scenery outside the tinted windows slowly shifted f

d compact mirror from her purse and reapplied her red lipstick. Her hand w

rectly in front of the crumbling brick building of the

r compact shut. Sh