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direct and commanding.
    “I-I-I—” Rudy stammered.
    Daryl pushed the barrel of the gun to Rudy's mouth, gently prodding it open. Rudy made a muffled mmmppphhh sound as Daryl pushed the barrel of the gun deep into Rudy's mouth. “Now we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. The hard way is going to be a mess, for everyone involved. We'll have to fill out more fucking paperwork and Steve will have to waste a bullet on your friend Frankie. But mostly it's going to be a mess for the crew that will have to come in here and clean your brains off the walls. Your mother might cry over you and I really don't care, but if you have a family that gives a shit about you it'll be harder on them. Please don't make me resort to putting down in my report that I tried to stop you from blowing your brains out and failed, only to have Frankie here lunge at us, resulting in us killing him too. It won't be worth it.” He leaned forward and smiled. “So. What do you say we do this the easy way, Rudy? Tell us where you were forty minutes ago and I promise that if you do it'll be easy on you."
    The stench of urine invaded the room, and Daryl glanced to Frankie and grinned.
    The young gang member was squirmy on his knees, the crotch of his dark baggy shorts now a darker stain. He chuckled. “Come on, Rudy. Tell us what we want to know before your friend here shits his pants."
    Rudy nodded, sweat running down his face. Daryl eased the gun slowly out of Rudy's mouth, letting the barrel kiss his lips. Rudy stammered. “I-I ... w-w-we did it,” he blurted.
    “Oh my God,” Frankie murmured, and Daryl smiled. He had cracked these two little sociopaths. As tough as they liked to make themselves out to be, they would die for their homies. When faced with Mr. Death they were pussies.
    “Are you saying that you and your friend Frankie were involved in the drive-by shooting I just mentioned?” Daryl asked, an inflection of sarcasm creeping into his voice.
    Rudy nodded, his face sweaty and tear stained. He looked like a little bald baby for a minute, crying and shaking. “Y-yes ... I-I—did it,” he said, breathing heavily. “We drove by and did it, me and Frankie, we did it."
    “ Fuck you, pendejo !” Frankie yelled. “ Just shut the fuck up, you shot them, you did it !"
    Daryl looked up at Steve and smiled. Frankie yelled at Rudy, telling him that he was a pendejo , a hoto for telling the goddamned pigs and ratting on them like that, that it was T-Flats they had shot at, not some stupid little kids like these pigs said it was and—
    Daryl pulled the gun away from Rudy's face and replaced it within his jacket pocket. “Thank you for being honest with us, Rudy. But now there's one more thing we need to get squared away before we head down to the station."
    “Okay,” Rudy said, sniffling. His eyes were cast down toward the floor again.
    Daryl rose to his feet, standing over the two gangsters with a smug look on his face. He turned to Steve, who had replaced his own firearm, and nodded.
    Rudy didn't have time to see the foot Daryl lashed out at him. The kick connected solidly with Rudy's ribs, doubling him forward into the fist Daryl smashed into his face, snapping his head back. Steve grabbed Frankie from behind the neck and hauled him up to his feet as the young gangbanger's legs began kicking wildly. Steve threw Frankie onto the coffee table, splitting it in two. He was on the young gangbanger in an instant, pummeling him with his fists as Daryl hauled Rudy up by the throat and slammed him into the wall. “What happened is that we had to subdue you and Frankie by force because you were resisting arrest. Got me?” And he slammed Rudy back into the wall to emphasize his point. Rudy nodded, crying and spitting up blood.
    “Good.” Daryl threw Rudy back down on the floor as Steve hauled Frankie to his feet. Frankie's face was bloody and now he was crying.
    “One more thing,” Daryl said, pulling the unregistered