The Hard Count

Nico Medina's world is eleven miles away from mine. During the day, it's a place where doors are open-where homes are lived in, and neighbors love. But when the sun sets, it becomes a place where young boys are afraid, where eyes watch from idling cars that hide in the shadows and wicked smoke flows from pipes.

West End is the kind of place that people survive. It buries them-one at a time, one way or another. And when Nico was a little boy, his mom always told him to run.

I'm Reagan Prescot...