He gulps, his eyes fixed worriedly on my face. “Th-the girl’s house. The one next to yours.”
“What were you doing in there?”
Another gulp. “I was just… just looking through the place. Everyone’s gotta eat, ya know?”
“You were robbing her house?”
“My men and I go through nice neighborhoods and watch for a while. We know which houses have the dogs, which houses have security systems, which houses have old white women with more money than they can spend in their lifetime. We’d been in your neighborhood for a few days before I realized that the girl’s place was empty. No one was coming or going.”
I step forward and he presses himself hard against the wall. When he’s sure I’m not going to throw another punch, he continues. “We were in the middle of the ransack when these scary motherfucker
