He didn’t see her car anywhere around and he didn’t see Aasir’s either. Before coming there, he’d sat at the hospital for hours waiting to get his hand casted and thought about everything that transpired over the past couple of weeks. He missed Cortez like crazy and wished that he could turn back the hands of time. He wished that he were there that night Cortez had been shot and could have taken the bullet for his baby brother. He would have done anything to lie down on the pavement that night and take his brother’s place. As Emmanuel pulled the car into a spot in front of Patrice’s complex, Yamin felt like a vase that had fallen and broken into tiny pieces. His life was in shambles and he didn’t know what piece to pick from first to place things back together. As Aasir was the number one suspect in his mind, he wondered how one bitch could manipulate his two brothers so much that it caused the murder of one and the kidnapping of his niece.
