Chapter 11

Mama glared at him. “You see!”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’ll go after him.”

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The late afternoon had turned cold and gooseflesh pricked Sebastian’s bare arms as he made his way down the streets of his old neighborhood. Funny how where he hung out as a kid seemed almost haunted now. He could almost see the spirits or the traces of the kids he’d known, the old neighbors waving at each other. Most of them, like his own family, had moved on.

Sebastian heard the footsteps behind him and knew Pablo had followed him even without bothering to turn around. He wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with Pablo, but he guessed he had no choice. Biting his lip, he stopped and turned just as Pablo reached him.

“Hi.” Pablo wore a leather jacket and he held another one in his hands. He held it out to Sebastian. “Thought you might be cold.”

Sebastian stared at it but didn’t reach for it. “That’s not mine.”

Pablo smiled. “I know. It’s mine. Put it on.”