Chapter 6It became a thing.
Devante could have written off Michael outside the library on Monday as a fluke, just two people in the same neighborhood running into each other. When Michael bumped into him after his shift on Friday, that, too, could have been a coincidence. Devante’s end times on Mondays and Fridays were different, one P.M. and noon respectively, but they were close enough that Michael’s usual run time could have overlapped with both of them. It was possible.
But the odds of Michael’s running pace varying so little that he was at the door of the Brighton library again both times the next week seemed slim to Devante. And three Fridays in, when Michael turned up in his salmon shorts and a polo instead of running clothes—although still with the sweatband—that seemed suspiciou
