Officer Frank watched Brian walk away, snapping the elastic band around his wrist against himself.
Watching Alvin fall silent, the Black police officer said helplessly, "Mr. Battleaxe, is this how you've always handled problems?
You can't go charging out and slaughtering people over a mere suspicion...
If you do that, the pressure on the Los Angeles Police Department will be enormous!"
Alvin smiled at Frank. "You're the one who gave us the tip. Don't you trust your own information?"
Frank gave a bitter smile. "I don't have any evidence..."
Alvin replied indifferently, "Hell's Kitchen doesn't need evidence!"
Then Alvin smiled at the perceptive officer. "Buddy, Anthony is a repulsive piece of shit!
You deliberately told me about him. Did you expect me to call the Police Station and file a complaint?
If you'd told me that Anthony's three children were all good people, I'd have asked them a few polite questions and let them go once Kim and Lenore were safe.
Are they good people?"
Frank hadn't expected Alvin, who seemed so rough around the edges, to be this perceptive. He gave a bitter smile and said, "The whole Anthony family makes its living doing things that belong in Hell!
His two eldest sons run Moriti Real Estate Company and Moriti Property Agency.
His youngest daughter manages the family accounts, as well as their most horrifying business: human trafficking.
I pursued them for a long time, but every time I got close, someone stopped me.
Then, as you saw, I was reassigned to handle the kidnapping case..."
Frank rubbed his cheeks and said with difficulty, "I want them dead, but I don't want this to turn into a huge mess!
I'm still a police officer..."
Alvin understood the man. He'd given the Anthony family a shove toward Hell, going along