The GPS led them as far as the parking lot of the townhome complex, but they didn’t need any further directions—they could see the lights on at a corner unit at the end of the row, and people spilled out onto the lawn as music blared into the night. Lonnie had to park at the curb in front of a fenced-in playground a short walk away. Together he and Jo headed for the party, but not before a lone hoop caught Jo’s attention. “Hey, too bad we don’t have a ball,” Jo kidded, nudging his teammate.
Lonnie slapped at the air as if brushing aside the idea. “Nah, man, let’s chill for once, a’ight? No one knows us here. They don’t have to know we’re ballers if we don’t let on.”
Jo gave him a sideways glance. “You serious? ‘Cause looking at you, no offense, but most people figure it out. You’re like
