The Perfect Suspect (2011)
The Perfect Suspect
“The deeper she plunged into the neighborhood, the seedier it became, baredirt yards that wrapped around bungalows with boarded windows and stripped siding. Spindly, half-dead trees hung in the dim overhead streetlights. A pale orange glow of the lights reflected in the black sky; thunder clouds eclipsed the moon. The streets were alive with people on the sidewalks, traffic slowing, pulling over, speeding up. An undercurrent of noise tied one block to the next: rap music thumping full volume, do...gs barking, people shouting, arguing. She spotted the house she was looking for. Parked at the end of the driveway was a souped-up truck with chrome fittings and four-foot-high wheels. Light streamed out of the house, illuminating the dark faces of the men standing around watching her.
She slammed out of the sedan and walked over, recognizing most of the grinning, smirking faces. “Hey, trick, you come to party?” somebody shouted. Crips members, arrested at various times on drug violations, assaults, burglaries.MoreLess
She slammed out of the sedan and walked over, recognizing most of the grinning, smirking faces. “Hey, trick, you come to party?” somebody shouted. Crips members, arrested at various times on drug violations, assaults, burglaries.MoreLess
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