Page 52 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

Neither was I.

Xay noticed.

“What?”

Tyler walked over to the table and dropped a thin manila folder onto it.

I stared at it.

There wasn’t much inside.

Didn’t need to be.

“You remember Mills?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah.”

Xay looked between us.

“Who the fuck is Mills?”

“Nobody you need to know,” I said.

His face twisted.

I ignored him.

Mills was somebody I’d gotten connected to after I came home. Retired investigator. Did private work now. Expensive as fuck.

But I didn’t care about expensive.

I cared about answers.

Because seven years was a long time to sit inside a cell thinking about one fucking case.

Something about my case never sat right with me.

Never.

The armed robbery?

That was one thing.

I knew where I had been.

Knew who I’d been around.

Knew what evidence could’ve connected back to me.

But the possession?

That shit always bothered me.

Not because drugs weren’t around me.

Of course they were.

I made money in the streets.