Stanley
“Don’t play games with me,” Alejandro says, his voice low and dangerous. “I know you’re not really here to sell cars. So, what do you want from me?”
I hesitate for a moment, gathering my courage. “I want to know what happened to Molly,” I say firmly. “She was kidnapped by your gang members.”
Alejandro narrows his eyes. “Molly? I don’t know anything about that,” he says.
I take her picture out and throw it at him. “This is her. Look at her closely.”
Alejandro stares at the picture for a moment, then shakes his head. “Do you know how many men and women become casualties of gang wars? How am I supposed to remember this girl?” he says.
I can feel my anger boiling inside me, but I hold it back. I know I need to stay calm if I want to get any information from him. “I know you’re ly
