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awhile anyway,� replied the police.

Pedro sighed. He did not say anything, but deep down he knew that they would never pursue the thugs. He really wished that they would do so, even if one of them was his brother.

The old man struggled to make it back home. This was the second time in a week that that he had been attacked, but no time in the past was this violent. It seemed to him that the intensity of the attacks was increasing, just because they knew that they could do it, and neither he nor the authorities could or would do anything about it. Maybe his good friend Pedro was right. Maybe he should go to the god father of the local top gang and ask for vindication. It would be worth it if all that he had to do it was to transport a few small packages.

With that thought ringing in his mind he trudged on toward the narrow footpath that led back to his home. His 203