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“What?”

“Next time your son waiting somewhere, answer your fucking phone.”

Xay’s face hardened.

“I got my fucking kids.”

Levin looked toward the stairs.

“Apparently.”

Oh shit.

“Lev—”

He opened the door.

“Night, Sam.”

“Night.”

Then he was gone.

The door shut behind him.

Silence.

I looked at Xay.

Xay looked at me.

“What the fuck is his problem?” he asked.

I almost laughed.

His problem?

Nigga.

You had no fucking idea.

But I had questions of my own.

“Forget Levin. Where were you?”

Xay sucked his teeth and started taking his jacket off.

“I told you. Work ran late.”

“You told me you were leaving work when I called you.”

His hands stopped.

Got you.

I tilted my head.

“So I’ma ask you again.”