"Thanks so much for meeting with me," Sharon told Xavier.
"No thanks," he said, removing his sunglasses.
"I am looking for information on a woman named Melanie Jackson. She would have lived on DaCosta Street between 1998 and 2000. She was sixteen when she moved there, and she had a child named Kiara," Sharon said.
Xavier scratched his bald head and pulled a menu lying at the end of the table. "You are talking about old times. I don't have any memories from the nineties. I was just a kid then."
Sharon dug a printout of Melanie's high school yearbook picture out of her purse and laid it in front of him. "Super smart girl; she was not from these parts."
Xavier picked up the picture and studied it. His eyebrows creased. Sharon could see the wheels turning in his mind. And yes, the agon
