“It’s a simple question.”
“Which I can’t and won’t answer,” Lawrence said, inching closer to me. “I don’t know what your deal is, but you better quit it now. If you think they’ll stay your friends after they find out that you’re digging s**t up, you’re dead wrong. That’s not how things work around here.”
“How do they work?”
“You open your mouth, you die. That’s it.”
“Have you ever experienced something like that?” I asked, trying again.
Lawrence scoffed and brushed his sandy hair out of his eyes. His black eyebrows were two exclamation points on his face. “Are you listening to a word I’m saying? What the hell is the matter with you? Are you a journalist or something?”
“I’m just trying to understand. I don’t want to be around people who have no regard for the lives of others. And bef
