Chapter 13

It was a calm evening in West Valley, Florida. Puffs of cigarette smokes in the air. There was so much tension all around and all members of the Kubler Klan had their red bandanna wrapped around their heads. “I know that the New School Gang did this. I always told Johnson about this, but he would not listen. They were bound to retaliate at some point, you know?” Jasper, the next in line after Baldwen commented.

“Does anyone even know who called the shot on that night?” A random member of the fraternity muttered. Almost all members of the gang were in the solitary dockyard in West Valley. The comment made an uncanny form of silence seep in on all members of the fraternity. It seemed like they were thinking through to figure out who could have shot Johnson.

“Who else would have done it? Who did we try to kill the last time?” Another member of the group commented. Another phase of silence seeped in on the group. “You might have a point, but I do not think Booker was with th