We finally got a lead — a warehouse near the docks tied to her father's supply routes.
We geared up.
Even Lalo had a bulletproof vest two sizes too small.
"I look like a sexy turtle," he declared proudly.
No one responded.
At the warehouse, we found something worse than enemies.
We found a message.
Carved on the wall in fresh paint:
RAQUEL. COME FIND ME.
Under it, a symbol — a serpent eating its own tail.
Raquel froze.
"That was on my mom's necklace," she whispered.
Eli touched her shoulder gently.
"This man playing with you psychologically."
Raquel breathed deep, steadying the storm inside her.
"Then I'll play back."
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Deju're
Non-FictionDeju're is a want for nothing Oakland,Ca kid that was raised by a female drug lord which is his mother Déjà who has been raised in the Oakland hills all her life. he goes to fresno,Ca to visit his cousin and things start to unravel about his dads mu...
