ANNA'S VIEW
My throat was dry, and my body quivered. I gasped for breath. Drake stepped in front of me. "What do you want?!" Drake yelled at him. "I need to talk to you about something I know," he responded. "I don't want to talk to you!" Drake exclaimed, pushing him aside. "What if I gave you a bit of information for the right price?" he said, blocking our way to the car. "As I said, I am not interested in anything you have to say to me, so back off!"
Drake pushed him once more. "You will regret it if you don't listen to what I have to say," he threatened. "What you have to say to me is, have no concern for us in any shape, size, or form, so get lost!" Drake shouted.
"What if I told you news about your brother?"
That statement caught Drake's attention immediately, halting us to a standstill.
"My brother was murdered a couple of weeks ago, so there's nothing you can say to me that's worth while," he said.
