Chapter 8
The next morning while they were sitting over one of Reny’s great breakfasts, Ric gave Reny a concerned look, and said, “You know we’re going to have to go to the police, don’t you?”
“Why?” Reny cried out with an unbelieving frown on his face.
“Reny, I killed someone.”
“So what? You did the city of New York a favor. Besides, you were defending me. Forget it. There were no witnesses. No one will ever know.”
“Do I have to say it again? I’ll know, dammit. Besides, you’ve got information they need. With what you can tell them the Latin Kings will go to jail for the rest of their lives.”
“Yeah, along with me.”
“You’ve got to have more faith in the police.”
“Did they ever have faith in me?”
“Did you ever give them a chance?”
“I can’t afford to, Ric. One look at me and…Hey, yo
