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“Dude, what?” Trent asks in my head

“Shut up,” Chris snaps “I need to hear this”

I notice a photo on the wall behind Shawnda of a guy who looks a lot like Chris “Is that your son?”

“Yeah, Chris Junior Named after his father”

“My son,” Chris whispers

“He looks like his dad,” Adas around in her purse for sooing”

I lean forward, anxious to get some answers finally “We just want to knohat happened to Chris”

“Some bitch shot him What more do you want to know?”

“He—he died?” I don’t want to believe it, because if he and Zoe are both dead, that means there’s little hope for irl shot him?”

“Yeah” She narrows her eyes at me “Isn’t that why you’re here?”

“This is bullshit,” Chris says inway”

“Yes,” Ada her question “We just wondered if you knew any irl killed him and a few other kids, then blew her own brains out”