Music pumped through the car’s speakers softly. It made the silence in the car a little less awkward but not less tense.
Innocent Marvick tapped his finger against the steering wheel of his Ford pickup in time with Sean Paul’s beat. His eyes were fixed straight ahead, watching the Jackson house four houses away.
His car didn’t exactly blend with the environment, but it was still early enough that no one would be checking which car was suspiciously parked on the street.
The car was occupied by the three brothers. Chip sat in the passenger seat next to Innocent, while Henry took the back seat.
Henry ground his teeth together in agitation. He had never appreciated Innocent’s music choices, and in the tense moment they were having, he appreciated it even less. In fact, he couldn’t even
