Chapter 30

He didn’t slow down, didn’t turn. Ahead, his car waited at the curb, a low, sleek machine so dark, it seemed to absorb the light around it like a black hole. I gave Tyrone a tight-lipped grin and shrugged as if I didn’t know what was up. The confusion on Tyrone’s face darkened into distrust. “You holding out on me, Nick? Is that what this is?”

“I don’t—”

Tyrone shoved my back hard enough to make me stumble off the curb. “You got some more weed you ain’t telling me about?”

When he went for me again, De’Andre stepped between us. “Don’t.”

For a breathless moment they faced off, then I heard the car doors unlock and De’Andre told me, “Get in.”

Desperate not to miss out on any of the fun, Tyrone dropped his act and whined, “Listen man, we’re cool, right? Wassup wit this?”