Pain meds kicked in not long after.
They cleared his ears of debris.
A couple of hours later, he was laid back on the couch, eating hot wings.
A little more relaxed now.
Still alert.
But not as tense.
“They knew your route.”
He looked at me. “What?”
I leaned forward slightly. “They knew where you’d be.”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
“That ain’t random.”
“No.”
We sat with that for a second.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?”
I looked at him. “Say it.”
“Devon.”
I leaned back.
Ran my hand across my beard.
“If it ain’t him,” I said, “he knows who it is.”
Zay nodded. “Either way… he’s involved.”
We both went quiet.
Thinking.
Running scenarios.
“Nobody has seen him since the meeting I had with my g-pops?”
Zay shook his head. “Nah, I called a few people. They said he ain’t been around.”
I smirked slightly. “Yeah…”
That said everything.
He leaned forward a little.
Winced slightly from the movement.
Then looked at me.
