Before long, we came to an alley with an abandoned apartment. Keith came in, his hand still holding mine tightly, but instead of walking into the apartment, Keith walked all the way to the end of the alley, which was a dead end. Before I stopped standing in front of a big trash can, I looked at Keith's face curiously to know why it was here, but before I could ask, Keith broke the silence.

"Bulio"

There was silence around, nothing happened, and I had to look at it. When it continues to call Brooklyn.

"Brio, I'm here to talk business."

"How can he hear you call that?" I said....