“That’s him,” Kai said, nodding to an old man walking his German shepherd down the street, filled with mansions and millionaires.
He hobbled along, barely able to bend over to pick up the dog’s s**t without cracking his spine.
“He’s a bit too old to be friends with João’s dad, don’t you think?” Landon asked.
“My dad wasn’t friends with him,” I said.
I tightened my hand around the steering wheel and clenched my jaw. This was f*****g useless. Since Landon couldn’t do much s**t today, we had skipped school to drive around Redwood to find one of my asshole father’s friends who must’ve given Ana HIV.
We had almost gone through the entire list of names that Imani had given me, and nothing.
Fucking nothing.
“Where’d you even get this list of names?” Landon asked, snatching it from me.
Kai
