"Huitaca can you hear me?" Mico asked through the earpiece as I walked in the deserted cold streets, winter had finally arrived, after nearly a month of watching the kid and his grandmother. we figured it was time to get in close range. Anthony had agreed to a distance trailing but we could see that the kid was getting involved in the wrong crowd, the type of crowd that would set him up for death. Anthony was not happy that this sort of thing had to happen especially since there was much work we needed to get to but he allowed us some space to at least try and do the right thing.