Chapter Six
Knox
I slide into the squad car where Patrice is jamming to Salt-N-Pepa. Just when I think she’s not paying attention, she squawks our radio outside of the car at two skateboarding kids who should be in bed.
“Aren’t your mommas looking for you?” she yells through the radio.
One of the kids glances back and scurries around the corner, but the other one stops riding and taunts us with his steady glare.
“Man, kids have balls they didn’t have when I was growing up,” she says to me.
The kid eventually follows his friend. Usually I might’ve gotten out of the squad car and talked with him, but the whole debacle of having Leilani’s friend in my apartment right now is messing with my mind. Two days ago, my life was good. Not great, but stress-free at least.
“So…” Patrice drags on
