Chapter 25: A Day in the Life of a Mobster
“Don’t worry, Gi, we don’t have any actual files on you at our precinct, so we don’t have anything to share. Everyone here that knows you has their lips sealed. They know better than to rat you out because they know they’d be going down right after,” Detective Alvarado said. “I can’t say the same for any of the other stations though.”
Ransom leaned against the police car and watched across the street where a group of kids was playing basketball. Their laughter was muffled by the hundreds of engines passing by on the street between them. The boys looked happy, carefree. He envied them and their ignorance. He wished he hadn’t been born into this life with the whole weight of the last sixty years of his corrupt family business on his shoulders.