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There was a loud scraping sound, and a moment later, Diaz ca in his hand It was the bar of soap he had wrapped in red cellophane in the parking lot of the CVS A s resemblance to a kilo of cocaine

“What have we here, To his head in dis from the cops in a toilet tank, you should really remember to put the lid all the way back on”

“Whoa,” Tomás said, stunned He blinked a few tiorously “This ain’t happening This is a joke, right? You’re putting me on, yo?”

“Yep,” said Diaz, throwing hi handcuffs around his wrists “Wanna hear the punch line? You have the right to remain silent”

“You planted that shit there! You planted that shit!”

“Yes, I did, Tomás,” Diaz whispered to hi shit on scum like you is, like, my favorite hobby Guess what? There ain’t no stolen car, and the gloves are off, bitch Just got the word froain!”

“You crazy,about?”

“Your buddy Manuel offed an FBI agent, and you think it’s not going to co to happen?”

“But I don’t know any Manuel! What are you talking about? I want et Terrence!” he started yelling

Through the , I saw the welder run out of the garage

“John?” I said

“It’s OK I got this,” Diaz said

Diaz grabbed the gangbanger and kicked out his legs as he body slammed him onto the desk

“Listen toto be able to help you when I toss you in MacArthur Park Lake with these cuffs on, ”

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