Bingeroad was the worst place in town and while nobody ever knew the real name of this place, everyone just thought it was a good name, for the gangsters who lived there. I knew I was above the food chain here but that did not stop me from worrying bout my woman.
Everyone in this neighborhood was from a horror movie, they had faces that could scare anyone into getting out of their space and that's how they had even scared away the cops. No cop came around this area because they would end up dead and nobody would care to investigate. That's how bad this place was.
And my beautiful senorita was trapped somewhere here.
I called the gruff guy to tell him I was here and before I knew it, I was met with a stretcher, but it was not the stretch that made me numb, nor was it the voice of the gruff man telling me to pick my deliverable and leave.
It was what was on that stretcher that broke my heart into a million pieces.
