By the Projects, a guy was shot two times by a small caliber gun; he died shortly afterwards. Detectives found some dope in his pocket, so all seemed to be related to drug trafficking. Two witnesses identified the shooter as a black guy in a bike with a meaningful trademark: a white right eye. The killer was caught right away and at trial one witness (the other was too scared to talk) stated the homicide was not drug related: the victim slapped the shooter's sister after she had teased him. The same night the witness (under police protection in Brooklyn) got back to his hood, finding the death by gunshot. Charges had to be dismissed because defense attorney hasn't still done the cross examination; prosecutors needed a new trial for the new murder, due to double-jeopardy. There were three defendant this time, including the killer's cousin named slug (Dorian Missick) and the hit-man he hired. The verdict left me speechless.
Life in the hood is not easy at all. It rules the survival of the fittest, the others are afraid to talk because they know their lives are at stake. But what about hiring a hit-man for a pair of shoes? Unbelievable.
Life in the hood is not easy at all. It rules the survival of the fittest, the others are afraid to talk because they know their lives are at stake. But what about hiring a hit-man for a pair of shoes? Unbelievable.