Chapter 3
“Quick get off the streets! The blue lights are coming!”
Piff Montana and his Latin Kings happened to be hanging out in the parking lot of a liquor store when they all heard the deadly message and began scattering like leaves in a windstorm.
“Piff!” one of his gang members yelled. “You’d better get going. Carmine told me they’re looking for you.”
“For me? Why?”
“I don’t know, but when I caught up to him he mentioned the Snake. He didn’t say so, but I figure he must’ve spilled his guts.”
At that moment Piff could have chewed nails. “All right, thanks for the tip. You’d better get out of sight. When all this dies down, meet me at the Snake’s crib. We’re gonna do a little house cleaning. He robbed me of a grand, and he ain’t gettin’ away with it. I’ll find it if I have burn th
