“Yeah, he’s fine.”
“Lathe, don’t forget the paperwork. We’ll need you to take care of that as soon as you get free here.”
“Yeah, I know. I just need to drop the kid here off at the hospital and get him fixed up, then I’ll be in.”
“Okay, but don’t be too long.”
As soon as the cruisers skidded off, and the irritating scream filled the night, Anjelo jerked himself out of Lathe’s grip, and said, “I can take care of myself. And by the way, I ain’t goin’ to no hospital.”
“You can take care of yourself, huh? If this little skirmish is any example of how well you can take care of yourself, you don’t have a prayer, kid. You almost died tonight, you little twerp. Why don’t you use your head for something other than a place to hang lace on?”
“I don’t put the lace on, it’s—”