“It’s plain, but that X there is just like the one he carved into his. Just like it. He said….”
He heard the words as clearly in his head as if Zach had just spoken them. He took the necklace from her and studied it with a renewed interest, paying closer attention to the clasp. It wasn’t, as he’d thought, undamaged. It appeared to be at a glance, but when he tested it, it didn’t stay closed. The spring inside must’ve broken.
“He said, ‘people around here are quick to trust a guy wearing a cross.’ He even had a whole philosophy about it, about how it needed to be a simple one like this and not some gaudy blinged-out cross because too many people here associate those with rappers and gangs. At the time, I thought he was being sarcastic, but I guess he was right. It certainly worked like a
