“Where were you last night?” Detective Hotch said sternly. The suspect, who street name is crazy 8 was sitting sluggish in his seat. With his legs cocked open, unbothered. Detectives have been in and out of the interrogation room for three hours trying to get information out of “Crazy 8”. There was a double homicide the pass memorial weekend in a urban area. A 5 year old child was caught in the crossfire. Witnesses described crazy 8 as one of the four criminals involved. Tall, tan, brown eyes, tattoos. He very well matches the description. 

“I don’t know anything.” Crazy 8 shrugged. Hotch’s partner, Stevens held up a picture of a man who was at a corner store. “Is this your older brother?” Stevens said. “Is he still on the streets, are you still following in your big bros footsteps?” Stevens taunted.

“No they’re a team, they work together, that’s what brothers do.” Hotch replied.  Stevens walked to the left of Crazy 8 and leaned down to get close to his ear. 

“You both rob..”

“You both kill,” Hotch said into Crazy 8’s right ear. Crazy 8 grunted out of anger, sat forward, pushed his chair back, jumped up and charged at Stevens. Two policemen barged into the room and pulled Crazy 8 off of the detective. Hotch picked up the tilted chair and the officers placed Crazy 8 aggressively into the chair.

“TELL USSSSSSS!!!!” Stevens screamed in Crazy 8’s face. “WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT!”

Huffing and puffing, Crazy 8 takes a deep breathe. “I was at my moms…” He trailed off.

“O.K? Doing what, with whom, when, why..”  Stevens leaned against the wall. “It was her birthday, we were all there celebrating.”

“Is that your alibi? Your word?” Hotch says. Stevens takes a deep breathe, and puts his fist on the brown desk.
“Yes that’s my word.” Crazy 8 rolls his eyes.

“I call BS!” Stenves swings his right arm back and punches Crazy 8 in the face, knocking him out cold.
“Really?”

Hotch says to his partner.

45 minutes later… Hotch is kneeling over crazy 8’s unconscious body with a bottle of cold spring’s water. “Hey, hey, hey, wake up.” Says Hotch, as he sprinkles the cold water on Crazy 8’s face. Crazy 8 is responsive as he starts coming back to life, mumbling and groaning holding his head in agony. Hotch helps him sit up and hands him an ice pack for his black eye. Stevens is leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets with a scowl on his face. Crazy 8 leaps up on his feet and charges at stevens once again. Stevens gets into defense, and Hotch gets in between them. “ I’m gonna sue!” Crazy 8 screams at Stenves!

“Yeah right, with what money.” Stevens replied smarly.

“Cut it out, Cut it out!” Hotch screams. Hotch pushes Crazy 8 back into the chair and says. “Now let’s get to the bottom of this!” Turning to his partner and then looking sternly at Crazy 8. “Mr. Law, We can make a deal you spill the beans and we can reduce your sentence.” Hotch says calmly.

“How much time will I get?”

“Are you guilty of something law.” Stevens taunted with a smirk using crazy 8’s legal last name. Crazy 8 rolled his eyes.

“Look memorial weekend I was out of town down at a beach house my girlfriend family owns.”

“Liar, you, your friends Turnner, Ice and your leader a.k.a your idol, superhero, boss, brother.” Stevens listed.

“Shut up!” Yelled crazy 8 biting his tongue. 23 year old Matthew Laws the head boss of Bronx Boyz a gang that runs the stress of Bronx, New York. Has been a troubled kid since the age of 12 years old. So troubled that he had his own designated cell in juvie. His younger brother, 19 year old Mathias Law A.k.a Crazy 8 has always looked up to his older brother. Despite his flaws, Matthew always loved and cared for his brother. They both had troubled childhoods their mother being on drugs and their father being an  abusive, alcoholic. The boys always had to provide for themselves having no one, but each other. Matt turned to the cold streets, at the tender age of 13 he began doing small jobs for the local gang. As he got older the jobs progressed into something much bigger. Mathias looking up to his older brother became involved in his wrong doings also.

“Look Law, we know the truth, we know everything, you don’t think the streets talk? Your “friend” Ice is in the other room. He’s gonna cough up pretty soon.” Crazy 8’s looked calm on the outside but on the inside he was a mess. He felt his heart drop to his stomach. Oh no, he thought. Ice wouldn’t do that to us… “OH But he is!” Stevens yelled with a wide grin. Crazy 8’s eyes grew as big as bowling balls when he realized he said that aloud.

“So tell us, protect yourself, because he isn’t protecting you..” Hotch says. “Look kid, you’re looking at 20 years to life. We have you a deal. Tell us what we want to know and we’ll get your sentence reduce.” Crazy 8 didn’t know what to do. But he has to protect himself, if ice was really in that room telling them what they wanted to know.

“Okay..” he finally says.

“Okay?” Stevens says questioningly.

“Okay, i’ll tell you WHAT really happened that weekend.” Both detectives sit down in their chairs across from crazy 8.  “Saturday, memorial day. Me, Matt, ice and Turnner was going for a joy ride in Matt’s new car.  We saw the boys who had robbed Ice’s mom house on the corner standing outside of their cars listening to music and smoking. They’re called Ghost Boyz, we have been rivaling with them for years. They’re our enemy’s. Ice spots them and he gets really mad and says “there they go right there!!” Ice yells in the back seat slapping Turnner’s arm. Matt comes to a halt next to the boys, ice yells out the car at them and words are exchanged. One of the boys known as Gunner reaches for something in his back pocket. When it came into my view I realized it was a gun. “Drive, Drive,” I yell to my brother as I reach for my gun.

*POP* *POP* *POP* a sound of a gun going off. *Tires screeching off*

“Did we get them!?” Ice yells frantically. I was breathing heavily in my seat with my gun in my lap. “Did we get them, Did we get them.” Ice yells for the second time. Ice turns to look at his best friend Turnner. Scrunching his eyes, he shakes him. “Turnner, Turnner, Turnner!” Ice yells frantically.  Blood was pouring from Turnner’s neck and he appeared to be dead. Ice was teary eyed looking as his hands that was covered in Turnner’s blood. Ice breaks down and I was in shock and disbelief. Matt slams his hand on the steering wheel out of anger and drives to the safe house. At the safe house the boys didn’t know what to do about their dead friends body. They digged a grave far into the woods from the safe house. The three boys went home around 3 a.m and went to bed like nothing have ever happened. The next morning the police was knocking at their doors and putting them in handcuffs. Ice, Matt, and Matthias has been in the downtown police department for hours. They were hungry, tired, depressed, and guilty. Out of the three boys, Ice and Mathias stories seem to match most.

Along with the rivalry gang  who were also involved in the shooting. Since the police didn’t really care and knew they were all crooks. The 8 criminals involved were all charged with  double homicide. The 8 boys will be receiving 20 years to life, 10-15 with good behavior, as if.