They spent a magical few days seeing the sights of New York. However, when they visited Times Square, Brock felt Calvin was uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong?” Brock asked, just after a Japanese tourist had handed back Calvin’s camera after taking a picture of the three of them hugging.
“Nothing, I’m having a great time,” Calvin said, putting on a smile even more false than the one he’d worn for the photograph.
Junior was a few feet in front of them, and Brock was sure he was out of hearing range.
“Liar,” Brock whispered.
“It’s just the crowds.”
“Huh?” Brock didn’t understand. The guy lived in the center of a huge city. Surely crowds were a fact of life.
“Generally New Yorkers steer clear of the big tourist areas if they can.”
“Want to go home?”
Brock surprised himself by calling
