"Ay, chinga! If I'm your voice of reason, then you're in trouble!"
Dizzy lowers her voice a bit. "Since we're in good company, I'll tell you something. When I was first inside, about a week, I got the news that Hector and my ninő were killed. Right away I think it has to do with that truckload of joderos I shot up to get put in there. So, next time a bitch from that Black Rain crew hits the cell blocks, I take her off somewhere private. I have a talk with her, and after a while she tells me some things. After a longer while I believe her. She says that they didn't kill Hector. They couldn't have. They were still hiding from the Chulos' retaliation to that first stunt that I shut down. Makes sense, that pinche crew is too small to come back at us so quickly. She says that word in the neighboring gangs was that the hit on Hector came from inside the Chulos. I believe her on this too. The guards find what's left of her and I spend the next seven years in Ad Seg. That's Administrative Segregation, or solitary confinement to you." Dizzy picks up a box of ammo.
"So, I stay away after I get out. I let this wanna-be big-shot think he has gotten away with it. And now, whoever did this thing to Hector and to my son, he is down there, right now. He is screaming and wagging his dick. He is cutting all his ties and burning all his bridges, hoping to take charge. So, when I find him - when I know for sure who it is - I will kill him. I will burn everything he was off the face of the Earth. All the rest will say 'good' or 'see what happens' and none will look at me."
She drops the ammo back into the pile and smiles.
"Enough about me! How have you been?"