The bustling sound of a busy New York City Street in Times Square on a Saturday night. Tourists flood the sidewalks going to see the shows, dine in the best restaurants, and sleep in the softest beds in the most expensive hotels. No one had any idea of the true nightlife, the one filled with drug dealers, prostitution, and violent disputes often settled with the ringing of a gunshot.

An 18-year-old brown-skinned boy with short black hair wearing a white tank top with black skinny jeans with a yellow bandana hanging out of the back right pocket was seen walking down the street with his friend, a 19-year-old who also had brown skin and a buzz cut, wearing a dark red plaid shirt and an even darker pair of shorts just above his knees enough to show several of the old scars on his shins.

“Oy, Johnny we’re finally hanging that pendejo, Oscar, tonight.” The boy with a buzz cut said while lighting a cigarette.

Oscar was a man that borrowed money from the gang Johnny and his friend are from to pay for his daughter’s broken arm surgery. Although the surgery went well, he couldn’t pay back the money he owed.

“Yeah,” Johnny replied.

“You don’t say much do ya? Never have since Mrs. Jones's class in elementary school.” The boy with a buzz cut said.

Before Johnny could respond, he and his friend arrived at the hotel Oscar and his family had been hiding at.

“Boss said the mutt’s on the fifth floor. Room 105.” Johnny’s friend said while putting his cigarette out on the ground.

“Right,” Johnny replied.

Both Johnny and his friend walked into the hotel, passed the concierge, and into the elevator to go to the fifth floor. Once the elevator reached the fifth floor, they both made their way down the hall to room 105 and banged on the door. After a while, a little girl no older than four years old with a scar on her arm answered the door.

“Is your dad home?” Johnny’s friend asked while kneeling on one knee in front of the little girl.

“No.” The girl answered.

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“May we come in?” Johnny’s friend asked.

“No.” The girl answered.

“Well, why not? Your dad’s a friend of ours. We need to tell him something really important.” Johnny’s friend responded.

“Is he in trouble?” The girl asked cautiously.

“No, he’s not. We just need to talk to him.” Johnny’s friend assured the little girl.

“Okay…You can come in.” The girl conceded letting them in.

At that moment, while Oscar’s wife was asleep on their king-sized bed and the shower was still running, both Johnny and his friend entered the hotel room, shut the door behind them, and locked it. The little girl went back to watching cartoons on the television while Johnny and his friend sat next to Oscar’s sleeping wife waiting for the water in the shower to shut off. Finally, after about ten minutes, the water shut off.

“Claire, it’s your turn to take a shower just like you promised.” A voice shouted from behind a closed bathroom door.

“Okay, Daddy!” Claire responded, jumping to her feet and rushing to the bathroom door waiting for the door to open.

Once the door opened, Oscar’s face turned pale as if he had seen a ghost.

“Hello, Oscar. How ya doin'?” Johnny’s friend asked sarcastically.

Before Oscar could react, Johnny bashed him over the head with the pistol he had been concealing underneath his white tank top, knocking him out. Immediately Claire began to scream loud enough to wake up her mother who had also been knocked out by Johnny’s friend that sat next to her. Having had enough of the screaming and crying from Claire, Johnny’s friend puts his hand over her mouth to quiet her down and once that didn’t work, Johnny picked up the kicking and screaming little girl and locked her inside of the bathroom using a chair to keep the door from opening.

“Let’s go,” Johnny demands.

“No. I have a better idea. One where we won’t have to move them. Open the window” Johnny’s friend insisted.

Just as Johnny’s friend said that he began pulling the bedsheets off of the hotel’s bed while Johnny opened up the window. Johnny’s friend started to wrap the long white bedsheet around the necks of both Oscar and his wife.

“Just Oscar,” Johnny demanded.

Johnny’s friend froze for a moment then shrugged.

“Fine.”

Johnny took the bedsheet from Oscar's wife’s neck and wrapped it around Oscar’s neck, opened the door to the hotel balcony, and tied the other end onto the edge of it while Johnny carried Oscar’s unconscious body outside. Without another word, they both dumped Oscar over the edge of the balcony leaving him to hang there by his neck, and silently left the hotel room with Claire screaming and banging on the bathroom door unable to get out and the now widowed wife unconscious on the carpet floor. On the way out of the hotel, Johnny’s friend nods his head to the concierge then they both exit.