Keith was only asleep two minutes before the phone rang. It was Clara, his sometimes, sorta, halfway girlfriend. She was hysterical. Words were coming out of her mouth in gasps and hiccups. “Marvin…dead... cops… blood … EVERYWHERE!!!!” Keith assembled the pieces of the verbal puzzle thrown at him and stepped back to take a look at the picture. “Marvin…fuck not Marvin” his groggy mind swirled in disbelief. “Why would anyone want to kill Marvin?” Sure, he was a thief and a junkie and a part time pimp, but he was also Clara's brother. “I’ll am on my way”, Keith grunted into the phone and once again he was on the street.