The night of Bobby’s party, I didn’t get into an accident driving home. I was attacked. Mini-van pulls up behind me. Girl jumps out in a panic, says her baby is choking. The girl was very convincing. God damn doll in the car seat. Hit me over the back of the head with a black jack or something. I came to, handcuffed to a chain link. utility house up by the access road. They wore mask. There were three of them, when he spoke I knew his voice, tat on his throat. Zobelle’s right hand, Weston. Told me to deliver a message to you. Stop selling guns to color.