That's when Jamile, a 40ish gang leader, a powerfully built black man with scares and tats to prove the years he spent in prison, walked over, my cont...ct here. "Is this the bitch?" I just nodded. "sweet ass"I handed him a envelope of cash and reminded him, "Don't let anyone kill her, I have to bring her home alive"."cool man, no prob".I retreated to my car and set up the video camera. Daddy was going to get to see Zandie.Jamile flipped out a blade and slit her little work out shorts right down. "Now the original theory is that someone grabbed Muffin and will try to contact us with some demands, but that hasn't happened yet. The longer we wait for an answer, the less likely that's going to occur."There was a woman killed in the Casino recently. The Los Angles Police tell us the husband was just arrested for trying to sell his two kids. Story he tells is that the reason they were in Las Vegas in the first place was to call off the purchase. That's why he thinks his wife was killed. He. They clambered in quickly. May fumbled for the keys and started the engine while April hit the button to securely lock the doors. May roared off and drove at a surprising speed for having a car with one flat tire. Neither of them spoke about what had happened, even after they came to the end of the hilly road and a gas station. While April waited silently in the car, May got out and spoke to the attendant. The attendant could tell May was shaken up about something. He assumed that May was upset. " Joan said anything, and that's what I want to do. I don't know what Joan has over you, but unless you do everything I say I'm going to tell her you didn't keep your end of the agreement. Is that what you want?"My eyes were pleading again, but it was like begging a stone wall. I hung my head and shook it from side to side. This time I couldn't keep the tears from falling. I continued to wipe them, but more followed.John pulled one of the visitor chairs away from his desk and told me to sit. I.