“He used his plastic knife and fork to saw through his extremely long Hampton Chutney dosa with gusto. “He got done right around the corner, huh?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “Yeah,” D replied, then took a sip of his hot chai. D didn’t like Peter Nash very much, but the man knew a lot of things about the hip hop world and D hoped he’d pass on a useful detail or two. “Looks like a gang initiation,” D said, “but you don’t think so.” “Do you? I deal in the tangible, D,” Nash said, and too...k another bite. “You know that.” “Yeah, right,” D mumbled in reply. “Hey.” Nash stopped sawing the dosa and looked D in the eye. “Detective Williams has watched out for me. And he’s watched out for you, I’m told, though I have no idea why. Now, if you wanna ask me some questions, just know any answer I give is out of respect for him. And I enjoyed Mr. Robinson’s books too. But if this was just about me and you, I’d be having my dosa by myself.” Swallowing his pride along with his chai, D said, “I understand.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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