Chapter 11

            It was five o’clock that evening, and Carter was enjoying a glass of Hennessey on the rocks. Hugo had been gone since eleven thirty. Carter didn’t text him, though. He was a grown man and could go and stay where he pleased. Back in the old days, Carter would get worried when Hugo was gone too long because the rival gangs were relentless against the Mitchells. After the Mitchells had finally prevailed and took over the neighborhood fifteen years ago, Carter didn’t worry about anyone taking out his family members anymore.

            The suite had a beautiful view. Too bad Lana didn’t come up to see it. She would have loved the white plush carpeting and the tasteful art on the wall. Carter sat down in an armchair. The pillows felt good on his back. He took another swig from his glass. Lana was more beautiful now than she was four year