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Nikki rolled her eyes but gave Devil a shy smile. “Stop it. I’m too fat to be a Miss Anything.”
“You ain’t fat, you’re thiccc,” Devil said. “Thick with three c’s. Miss Thicc-ic-ic!”
Nikki giggled out loud at that, then looked back and forth along the corridor to see if anyone was watching. There was a nurse or two nearby, and Nikki looked like she wanted to hide behind her computer screen.
“You need to stop,” Nikki said. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
“Oh, I’ll get you in trouble,” Devil said. “All kinds of trouble.”
Griz should’ve found it funny… he always found Devil’s antics to be funny, even if he pretended otherwise… but for some reason, it was rubbing him the wrong way. It was like Wyatt had said, if he wasn’t thinking about his dad, worrying about him, then he felt like he was being disrespectful to him.
Wyatt caught the look on his face and read it like a book. Growing up as brothers, they could practically read each other’s minds, and now Wyatt saw that Griz was getting a little bristly at seeing Devil acting silly while they were all worried about Boomer.
“Hey, Devil, man,” Wyatt said, waving Devil over.
Devil abandoned his pursuits and joined them. “What?”
“Come on,” Wyatt said. “This is no time to be chasing the ladies.”
“What? I was…” Devil said, then saw the look on Griz’s face. “Aw, hell, man, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful. You know the love I got for Boomer.”
“It’s fine,” Griz said, feeling like an idiot for being oversensitive. “It’s been a long wait. I know everyone’s tired.”
“Yo, Griz, don’t worry, man,” Devil said. “Your dad is like you, man, he’s indestructible.”
“Nobody’s indestructible,” Griz said.
“It’s going to be okay, Griz,” Wyatt said.
“I just want some answers, you know?” Griz said. “Tell ussomething.”
“I know, man,” Wyatt said. “That’s why Kate and Becca went looking to see if they could find someone who knew something.”
“Fucking Death’s Head,” Griz said. “Fucking Death’s Head.”
“It’s messed up, man,” Devil said. “Messed up for sure.”
“It was him, Wyatt,” Griz said. “That fucker from the police station. Mal.”
“That big fucker that was there with Skinny? You’re sure?”
“I saw him,” Griz said. “He wasn’t the driver, he was the shooter. One of those Mac-10 submachine guns.”
“That sounds about right,” Wyatt said. “Same as his brother.”
“Drive by spray and pray,” Devil said. “On our turf.”
“Again,” Griz said.
“Right in front of the goddamn courthouse,” Wyatt said.
“That’s some next level bullshit,” Devil said. “Oh, wait, here comes your girl with a doctor. Wait, is she your girl?”
“I can’t even think about that right now,” Griz said.
“Right, right,” Devil said, nodding rapidly. “Anyway, the dude looks like a doctor.”
Griz felt like the thirty seconds that it took for Kate and Becca to reach them with the doctor was more like thirty years. The entire time, his mind raced through all of the possibilities, and he searched all three of their faces for any hint, any trace of what the news might be.
