Amie was looking at the screen before she was dialing her brother's number then passed on the message. She could hear the few curse words that came from him after that point in time. "I swear to god... I'm going to kill these motherfuckers." she heard his growl, which had her giving a soft giggle. "Don't worry, Aaron. It'll be taken care of." With that she was hanging up before she was dialing another number and waiting for the person to answer. "Hey, you still owe me a favor. And I'm calling it in. I need help with something. You know about the court stuff, and this police department. I need help tying them to some deaths, and the new gang. But.... at this point.... my hands are tied. I don't have room to move much, without painting a bigger target on my back." Amie spoke into the phone, and got a confirmation from somebody on the other end that it could be done.