That's when it hits me. I'm staring at a war zone. In South Central.
On an Ap
ril night in 1992, Payasa learns that her older brother has been stabbed to deat
h, his body left out in the road to rot. He was never involved. He was innocent.
He didn't even carry a gun. And that messes with the rules, even for Lynwood
, even for the streets. But it's the first day of the LA riots, and the city is
tearing itself apart.
