Two Black SUVs Rolled Into My Aunt’s Backyard

said, “So what, you go out there?”

“No.”

I looked at him.

“You do.”

His face emptied.

“Me?”

Kessler had asked specifically that Tyler not come out. Which meant Kessler had watched him enough to categorize him. Loud. Direct. Predictable. The Marine cousin. A problem in one shape only.

People get lazy with types.

“You’re going to help me make him think he’s continue reading …