Two guys are friends. Actually one of them is the former lover of the other's girlfriend, but they are friends anyway. They both are in and out of the woman's house, and she doesn't seem to mind or find one's presence a problem for when the other visits. They have fallen into dealing drugs as that's the best way for their vagabond souls to stay in plenty of money and be able to live the life they want. Sometimes they work together, sometimes not. One of the guys has a deal going in this town and is about to get a large chunk of money.
Two kids have come up with the money and hope to get a large drug score with it, and with that they'll turn it around and come into big money, at the same time having plenty for themselves. They are kids, about nineteen. Really, it's the idea of one of the kids, the other is along for the ride. The other, however, owns the car, a small sleek car that does well when he wants it to, over the sand desert, accelerator to the floor. His parents got him this car as a graduation gift. Little did they know there would be a drug deal in it.
The two older kids climb in the back of the car to complete the deal. They are both armed, but so are the kids in the front. The kids in front turn around to see that all the drugs are as they said it would be, and they hand over the money, all tied in piles, in a single small suitcase, plenty of money. We can assume that they collected this cash from earlier deals as kids don't generally go into the bank asking for large piles of cash held together by rubber bands. Anyway the older kids assume that the money's all there, and the deal appears to be ready to go through.
But something happens, and on cue, the two guys in back pull out their guns and kill the two kids in front. Their heads are literally blown up by the guns at close range. It makes a loud sound, two shots close together, and neighbors are alarmed. But the two older boys, the shooters, are out of the car in a flash and running down the street. They have both the money and the drugs.
Some security cameras in the neighborhood catch them running, but nobody can figure out who they were. In the car, along with the two dead boys with severely blown-apart skulls, are some cartridges that can help them track down the weapons, but no luck there either, the weapons are gone with the shooters. There are traces of drugs in the car, but no evidence to show that it was a drug deal, as both the suitcase with the money and the drugs themselves are also gone with the shooter. Neither of the dead boys has a cell phone.
In fact the cell phone of the young boy who seems to have arranged the deal is never found. But it doesn't matter, the older boy who arranged it on his end, is found eight years later, and his cell phone has all that information. He was texting the younger boy, eight years ago, on that day, arranging the deal. His cell phone also has GPS data that show he was at that very spot of the murder. He and his friend are arrested and brought to justice.
You would think they would scrap all the cell phones and start over, rather than leave any evidence at all around their person. Somehow they got away with it for eight years; nobody came to check their cell phones. The other boy, arrested also, in prison for life for murder, didn't seem to have a cell phone at all. It's a wonder, though, that a cell phone can still be in this world, with all that evidence on it, and basically send two kids on their way to a life in prison, if they're lucky. That's not much of a life, but then, they weren't living much of a life anyway.
