Tyrell pushed opened the door of his grandmother’s house four days later feeling drained. He paused in the doorway when he saw his older brother and four of his friends sitting on the couch. His lips tightened when Jerome glanced at him with a hard look. “Hey, Tyrell,” Jerome greeted, leaning back and drinking from a soda can. “Where’ve you been?” Tyrell’s fingers tightened on his backpack. He looked warily at the other four guys sitting around the room. He didn’t make eye contact for long. He knew they were bad news, that was enough for him. Shutting the door behind him, he stepped into the small, cluttered living room. He wondered vaguely where his grandmother was. She didn’t like Jerome bringing his friends in the house, whether she was there or not. “School and the library,” he sai