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“He is.”
“There you go.”
“Maybe—”
A group of people suddenly strode up to the table and began asking questions, so Crow moved away and let Angie handle the PR stuff since he didn’t like mixing too much with citizens. He could tell the MC’s presence was making most folks nervous just by the way they kept glancing over at him and the rest of the members.
The dry grass crunched under his boots as he walked over to Eagle and Scorpio. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Justin rush up to him, then stop and hook his thumbs in his pockets.
“Hi, Crow,” Justin said breathlessly.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“I saw the crowd and wondered what was going on.”
“You happened to be walking around this field in the middle of nowhere? Bullshit.”
Justin’s eyes darted about, looking everywhere but at Crow. “Is there food here?”
“Tell me why the fuck you’re here.”
“My lady’s trailer’s over there,” he replied, pointing in the distance.
“There aren’t any trailers around here.”
“Yeah, hers is not too far away.”
“I know this fuckin’ area like the back of my hand. You’re lying, and I wanna know why.”
“I’m not.” Beads of sweat formed along his hairline. “She’s over there somewhere.”
“What’s your lady’s name?”
“Huh?”
“Her name. What the fuck is it?”
“Wanda.” Justin looked away. “I think they have food at that table.”
Crow took in Justin’s disheveled hair, dirty T-shirt, and trembling hands. “Dude, Wanda’s your mom’s name,” he said softly.
Justin’s gaze snapped to his. “So what? The bitch isn’t the only one with that name.”
“Okay, well, people are here to search for a friend of mine—Jim. He’s homeless, and I’m worried about him.”
Justin turned away.
“I know this isn’t for you since it hits too close to home.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“You and your dad lived on the streets when you were young.”
“My dad’s a piece of shit. I wish he were in Alina now so the shadow man could kill him.” Justin jammed his hands into his pockets, and Crow saw a muscle jump in his jaw.
He took out his wallet and pulled out five twenty-dollar bills. “Take this and get something to eat.”
Justin grabbed the bills and stuffed them into his jeans pocket. Without saying a word, he walked away.
