Chapter 37

I had my dad’s light brown skin and my mom’s inky black wavy hair from her Mexican ancestry. My brown eyes looked ready for anything. Dad was of mixed race. His father was German and had just arrived in America before falling in love with my grandma Mel, an African American jazz singer who’d swept him off his feet.

I parked in front of the building with five minutes to spare, next to a dark blue Mustang with tinted windows. I got out of my truck, then noticed Titus exiting the sports car. He was early.

“Morning, Ed.” He came up to me and smiled. “When I asked if we could meet, I was hoping for breakfast or lunch, preferably dinner.”

“That seems rather personal, since I hardly know you, Titus, and this is what I do in my spare time. If you want to talk to me about something, you’ll have to do it while we’re working, unless this isn’t your scene, then I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” It was a challenge. I wanted to see what he would do.