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“At the old fairground.”

He frowned.

“What the fuck was y’all doing out there?”

“Ghost called Tahari and told him to meet him there.”

“And you went with him?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

I looked at Pops like he should’ve already known the answer.

“Because I wasn’t letting Tahari go out there by himself.”

He shook his head.

“MJ, I know you ain’t that fucking stupid. You knew what that nigga was capable of.”

“Exactly!” I yelled.

“Exactly what?”

“That’s why I went… I had a score to settle.”

Pops stared at me for a moment before rubbing a hand over his face.

“Tell me what happened.”

I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees.

“Ghost wanted to talk to Tahari. He brought a backpack full of money, talking about how he fucked up and wanted to make shit right, but Tahari wasn’t trying to hear none of that, so they started going back and forth.”

“And where were you?”

“Behind one of the old rides.”

Pops nodded slowly.

“So, Ghost didn’t know you were there?” he asked.

“Nah.”

“Go on,” he said with a nod.

“They were talking for a minute. Tahari pulled his gun, but he couldn’t do it.”

“Couldn’t do what?”

“Shoot him.”

Pops looked away for a second before bringing his attention back to me.

“And that’s when you stepped in?” he asked.

“Ghost reached for his gun. I saw him move, and I shot him.”