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Sylvia Hubbard | PO Box 43439, Detroit, MI 48243

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Prologue

In a dimly lit alley, a woman in her mid-twenties ran terrified for her life gasping for air. Constantly looking back, even though she didn’t see them, she knew they were coming.

She came to a street and briefly stopped. Instead of running down the street, she felt she had a better chance going down the alley in front of her.

The alley veered sharply and she has to halt. It turned out to be a dead end and she turned to go back, but three mannish figures appeared in front of her.

The one in the middle stepped forward, trying to assure her panic state. "There's no where to go. I don't want to hurt you, baby girl. I want what's best for us."

"What's best for you is to leave me the hell alone!" she screamed, grabbing a steel rod off the ground. Wildly, she swung the pipe around her to keep everyone at a distance. “Stay away from me!”

One could tell she was terrified, but she had a right to be since one of these figures was a very powerful heroin dealer on the Westside of Detroit. He had connections so high in the city; her life meant absolutely nothing to him.

"Why don't you just assure us you'll keep your mouth closed?" the second figure said calmly.