It was 3 hours later, the sun was slowly sinking behind the houses. SlaYo stepped out of the cafetaria where he had just finished a meal. He looked to his left, a young girl with long black hair to her waist walked towards him and grabbed him by the arm. She pulled him into a dark allyway and slipped something into his hand, she then ran of.
"Who are you?" SlaYo shouted, trying to peer trough the thick veil of darkness that was blocking his view.
He walked back to the street and stood under a streetlight, he took a crumbled note out of his pocket and opened it.
'Meet me tonight at the graveyard, come alone. I have some information on the one you are looking for."
SlaYo put the note back in his pocket and walked in the direction of the police station when he noticed a group of black men walking in his direction.
"Sup cracka, we needs yo cash man." The young homey said and he pulled a stiletto out of his pocket.
"I think i might have something you want, but i could be mistaking." SlaYo, beeing on the edge snapped and grabbed the guy by his shirt, with his other hand he hit him on the adam's apple." The guy fell to the ground gasping for breath, the other black man ran away. SlaYo tapped some dust off his jacket and walked on. Then a police car entered the street.
Two officers got out and pointed their guns at SlaYo.
"STOP RIGHT THERE." One of them shouted.