​     "Okay, now it's my turn," Trevor said. "Tell me something that you shouldn't know about me, but you do."

     "You're fishing. You're looking for a specific answer."

     "Which is?"

     "You screwed a drunk in front of her baby daughter, then shot her husband to death."

     "Christ, what is it with you two?" Malika asked.

     "That's the reason I took a pseudonym and why the bio notes and author photo are such total horseshit," Trevor said. "I was on my way to school, and I mean high school, on my ​Schwinn, when a young woman stopped me and invited me into her home."

     "I remember that story," Malika said.

​     "They wanted to try me as an adult, but I was only sixteen. They released me the weekend of my twenty-first birthday, but I've been on one form of probation or another ever since." 

​     "And the bitch who got you into all of that got away without so much

 as a slap on the wrist. They even started a fund for her."

     "I knew her for exactly two hours."

     They reached the entrance to another Starbucks.

     "Sink or swim time, gang," Malika said. "We going in?"

     "I'm getting cold," Trevor said. "I didn't know I was going to be outside this long."

     Then,

     HONK! HONK! 

CONTINUE