Derek's Point of View
We walked out of the gate and Thomas opened another sweet and popped it inside his mouth.
"Why do you do that?" I asked him.
"Do what?" Thomas asked.
"Lick sweets like a child," I said.
"Kind of an habit. Everybody has one."
"The sweets special?" I asked.
He glanced at me and said, "What do you mean?"
"Do your sweets taste like candy or do they taste like medicine?"
He didn't get a chance to respond to my question because Clinton walked right to us and said, "So, we came all the way here for nada."
"No, we did not," Thomas disagreed.
"Well, we didn't meet Kieran and that brother of his literally said he wouldn't talk to Kieran."
Thomas made a sound of kissing his teeth. "I have reasons to believe that Kieran was the girl."
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I didn't want to follow
