Albert Montalvo

“Come on baby, don’t make me say it again. Drop the spray paint can.” Albert sighed as he undid the cuffs from his belt and squinted at the criminal with the hoodie over her head. He’s been trying to spot this little nuisance for days, random spray painted graffiti has been popping up all over the city. It’s not the worst of the worst crimes, but it’s definitely annoying when every other day some sort of new piece of art comes to light. “Hands in the air baby.”