He came around the front of the car and embraced the kid. “You did good.” “Ungrammatical but appreciated.” Robbie wiped at his eyes, then grinned. “Does this mean I get a gift A for the semester?” “Nope, just some advice. Get out of football. You’ll never make it a career, and your head deserves better.” “Duly noted,” Robbie said…which was not agreement, as they both knew. “See you in class?” “On Tuesday,” Wesley said. But fifteen minutes later he had reason to wonder if anyone would see him. Ever again. There was a car in the spot where he usually left the Malibu when he didn’t leave it in Parking Lot A at the college. Wesley could have parked behind it, but chose the other side of the street instead. Something about the car made him uneasy. It was a Cadillac, and in the glow of the arc sodium beneath which it was parked, it seemed too bright.
