Could this be a raid? Nyah. Here? This dump? What were they gonna liberate, the cobwebs? Yet this weren’t the neighborhood watch checking for solos cutting in on their gambling. No smell of the street on ’em either. Not a rival gang. Something big was going down right here and he had the best seat in the house. Pulling his sweat-stiff rags tighter around him, Wesley hunched lower in his box.