Lyle had returned late yesterday empty handed. He said it was as if the streets cleared out whichever way he turned.
We both trekked back into the west end today. He will again seek out the one who is above the know-nothing supervisor.
I sought out Kip. But he found me first. He was waiting for me in the second avenue entrance.
We walked back to his home, and he spoke the whole way.
Before going in, I sensed it, all along he’d been trying to misdirect me. I confronted him.
A nervous tic took over and he broke down.
His words tumbled out, not contradicting all he previously shared, but a confession of the fears that motivated him.