"What… the fuck did you say, Attorney? What did you say happened to her?"
Primo clenched his teeth, blood was all over his clothes. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, looking back at the back seat, only to see the bloody Fig and Heaven.
"Ah, shit!" a thin layer of angry tears coated his eyes as he set them on the windshield. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
"Hey!" Moose, who was on the other end of the line, yelled. "What!? Tell me!"
"I don't know, man!" Primo exclaimed as his entire body shook. "I don't know!"
"Hey! Get a fucking grip!"
"I'm driving!" Primo swallowed a mouthful, his lower lips quivering as he glanced at the rearview mirror. "I don't know what happened. All I know is that Heaven is unconscious — she's in a terrible state. Fig was shot at least three times! I'm taking them to the rendezvous point."
