Lyla
Come out, come out wherever you are. I thought to myself as I walked the neighborhood where I knew Anthony Guzman lived. I waited in my car until dark as I parked three blocks away and scaled the eight-foot wall around the gated community. I scoffed like anything like that could keep me out.
When I got word from my underground sources in this area that the man I had been looking for popped up, I smiled. I knew he wouldn’t be able to stay hidden for long.
I went to the house I was at before with Ninja. All was quiet. There was no party this time. My source had said that he had seen him on a grocery run. For days, I’ve been waiting for this b*stard to come out of his hole. I put word out with a picture of who I was looking for all over the state of Florida and finally got a hit.
