The bloke barefacedly looked me up and down with a very pleased expression that made me uncomfortable. Denrique’s childhood friend was a lot to take in.
He had a kaleidoscope of tattoos that started on his face and blossomed over his ripped shoulders, arms, even his knuckles. He wore a tank top to show it all off including several scars that looked like bullet exit wounds.
If I had seen this guy walking towards me on the street at night, I would have run the other way, dialing 911 with one hand and grabbing my pepper spray with the other.
I smiled politely and put my hand out to shake his in greeting. Why was Denrique introducing me to this kook?
The man took my hand and instead of shaking it, lifted it up over my head and made a gesture with his finger. Apparently, I was supposed to d
