[11:43 A.M., Monday, September 10, Miami, Florida, U.S.]
Shepherd and the gang cruised through Miami's streets in the van, armed with guns, scanning for one of El Diablo's distinct green cargo trucks, but they didn't spot any nearby.
"Damn it, who knows what they've done with him?" Shepherd growled, slamming his hand on the wheel. "They could have already taken him to North Bay by now. That's not our territory…"
Seated in the passenger seat, Dober nodded slowly. "Ramirez is setting us up. It's a trap, he wants to lure us in and wipe us out. We'll be walking right into their hands if we go — practically on their doorstep."
Dane, in the back with Pitt and Bully, cursed quietly. "Shit. It's either that or they're holding K-9 for ransom. They might want us to pay them back for the heroin."
"Could be both," Pitt said, shrugging. Shepherd veered onto a highway. "Looks like we're heading to North Bay Village, boys."
[Author's Note: I am sorry for the disappointment but I will have to drop this story here… I simply just do not have enough time anymore. I'm sorry. Thank you for reading, maybe I will start a new book one day.)