BONES I had been casing the streets for at least three hours trying to find Quinton. I didn’t want to ask anyone if they’d seen him, only because I had to stay low-key. Niggas were already eyeing me like I was the police. I was in a hood that wasn’t familiar to me, but I still managed to see some of the fellas I once hung around with. Being thirsty, I went into a convenience store to get an energy drink. I grabbed a pack of powdered donuts too, and on my way out, I received a text message from Theo. He asked how things went between me and Mango. Instead of texting him back, I called him. “That fool wasn’t trying to help me.” I lied because Mango asked me not to speak a word about my new job to anyone. I felt as if it was in my best interest to keep this between us. “I wasted my damn time.” “Damn, sorry to hear that. I just knew he’d hook you up, but, uh, if you still need to get that paper, let me know.” “I’m good. I got hired today cleaning floors at a church.
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