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nightmare. Maybe she was given drugs and this was all a hallucination. Yes, she was drugged and this was not real was the expla nation a mind in denial offered a distraught girl.
    The accented voice was saying something, “Hello… hóla … hello.”
    Sirens were in her head making a racket. She found words. Her voice shook. It was feeble and drugged, “Help…help me…”
    “Hello is A l there, is this Al Diaz’ phone ?”
    “Yes, but…but… he’s dead…please help me…” She sob bed uncontrollably and the voice reached out and calmed her drugged mind to pull her through the darkness.
    “Okay , I ’ll help you . Tel l me where you are and I’ll come and help you.”
    “Please…please… help me… ”
    “ Hello?”
    The voice demanded the address and she couldn’t remember. The nephew…yes… sobrino …was Spanish for nephew…the nephew told her to breathe…to breathe and she did , then the nephew quietly asked again for the address. Selange listened to the deep male voice . Focus…it said…stay strong. Her mouth became dry . She focused like the voice said and remembered, “ 533 Marcy , 4C . ” Then the haze took on a solid mass and weighed her down. She drifted away , dropping the phone into the dark red fluid and Shanda’s screams were the last sound she heard before fading in side her mind.
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    Alfonzo arrived to a bevy of police activity. His heart beat loud in his chest. On the long drive from uptown to Brooklyn he prayed to every Saint for this to be a cruel hoax. Yet, Uncle Al would never do such a thing. In his heart he knew , but didn’t want to believe . H is gut…his instinct confirmed the truth . The pitiful cries from the girl on the phone –Al’s cell were playing like a melancholy song in his head. He could hear and feel her distress. She pleaded for his help and he prayed he arrived in time . If he were too late to save his uncle then maybe he could save her . S eeing the swarm of blue , he surmised he arrived too late , afterall. A uniformed cop attempted to hold him back when he reached the fourth floor . He ran past the officer, in the direction of the yellow tape ; c rime scene tape. He’ d seen his share of them and the victims which he knew by name and those he met before death. His eyes assessed the scene . In milliseconds he absorbed everything; the detectives questioning residents , p aramedics with their bright orange bags administering aid to a girl covered in blood laying on a stretcher in the hall, a nother distraught girl s itting crouched in a corner being comforted by a guy . When the dude raised his head as Alfonzo passed ; the face stopped him cold. That’s the mo therfucker Jay from yesterday !
    In the midst of his anguish blazed a fury so deep , he was helpless to slow it and reached down and grabbed Jay by the throat . He struck Jay with such force his head bounced off the concrete wall, “You hurt my Uncle bastado ? ”
    Officers rushed at him, pulling at his clothes but Alfonzo persisted in pummeling Jay until blood squirt from his mouth and nose . “You touched my family you sonovabitch…I’m going to get you maricon …I’m going to kill you !”
    Alfonzo w as wrestled to the floor and handcuffed with his arms behind his back . He thrashed around like a psych patient screaming in despair and swearing at Jay , “My Uncle… tio … you hurt tio . I ’m right here bastard, you want me motherfucker , huh ?”
    Jay was assisted to his feet by medics and they were cleaning the blood from his face. Jay shouted, “ What the fuck you talkin ’ ‘bout you crazy motherfucker ? I was on the phone with my girl when this shit happened.”
    “ Pendejo , f ucking liar - pendejo ! ” Alfonzo scrambl ed to his feet and Jay backed up. The cops were unable to hold him and he was charging straight at the lying sonovabitch when he was jerked forcefully back. Multiple hands restrained him and he was brought down again. Except, this time there was weight on