It's an It crime ring au. Tw: Gore, death, cops, drugs, pharmaceutical paranoia
Eddie stood over the body, breath coming in short gasps. In his hand, he held a lead pipe that was dented and bent at a funny angle, much like this guy's leg. Stanley stood by, silent, watching, waiting. But Eddie said nothing as he stared at the cop below him. Richie's little rats were getting better. He shifted back, away from the body.
"Stan, we're going to need to go."
"I know. I told you before. You need to lay low." Stan's tone was lightly chastising