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I came back to the present and rubbed my thumb across my bottom lip.
Then something else hit me.
Xay sitting in my car Monday.
Me telling him I had something to handle.
That nigga asking—
Who the fuck is Mills?
I chuckled.
Tyler looked at me.
“What the fuck funny?”
“Nothing.”
Because it really wasn’t.
My little brother had been sitting right beside me asking about the man I was meeting to find out who betrayed me.
That was some funny shit.
Just not funny enough to laugh.
Tyler leaned forward.
“What you gonna do?”
“Nothing.”
He stared at me.
“Nothing?”
“Not right now.”
“Levin.”
“He don’t know I know.”
“So?”
“So why the fuck would I tell him?”
Tyler went quiet.
I folded the report once.
Then again.
Placed it on the desk.
“Seven years that nigga knew something I didn’t.”
Tyler watched me.
