They squatted there, occasionally stopping passing vehicles and leaning in to whisper something.
Some of the older youth with gang insignias dispersed around, hands shoved in their pockets, vigilant for any rival gang members or cops.
This one is about selling powder and leaves.
These gangs really like to recruit kids into the industry.
It's cheap, and if they get caught, it's hard to pin it on them.
Because a child's testimony needs parental consent.
Those parents aren't afraid of the police, but they fear the gangs and would never consent to their children testifying.
Brian helplessly withdrew his gaze.
Why hadn't the killer shown up yet?
He hadn't seen any suspicious persons scouting the area.
Could it be that this time the killer chose to kill at random?
With that thought, Brian cast his eyes towards the parking spot below.
His beast of a motorcycle was parked right beneath him.
Someone had better not touch it... hm?
Brian raised an eyebrow.
