Page 95 of The Two Halves of My Heart

A spotlight came on, lighting us up, and I risked another glance up to the crowds all around. Still no Grace. I couldn’t see shit now. It was like being on a fucking stage.

We came together and tapped knuckles.

Tree trunks gave me a slow smile and the perfect view of his skull gum shield.

“I’ve got a message for you, boy.”

“Oh, yeah?” I pushed my face into his, ready to get this fight started.

“No one plays Mikey Kenner.”

Fuck.