Chapter 18

Stacy shrugged. “Just because you haven’t heard of them doesn’t mean they ain’t famous.”

She chose to ignore that. “Middle initial?”

“Davis.”

One corner of her mouth lifted up in a smirk. “I assume you meant d. Address?” With a slight movement she shook the hair back from her face and raised her chin just enough to look down at him as she struggled to hold onto her frown. She expected him to name a street in the bad part of town, he knew it, and he hated the fact that he wasn’t able to disappoint her. Lamar’s apartment complex was notorious, always in the paper for skirmishes with the police or drug busts, cable theft, gunshots. His mother’s neighborhood wasn’t so bad but the homes there were small and old and emptying out as their tenets died and the meager lots of land didn’t sell. Ange lived near the rail yards and Colin in Section 8 housing, government projects.