Cress blinked. “I… that’s not relevant.”
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“Kid’s sneakers are shot,” Sal grunted. He pulled a wad of cash from his wallet—the kind of cash that smelled like diesel fuel and honest sweat—and pressed it into Miguel’s hand. “There’s a shoe store on West Broadway. Tell ’em Sal sent you. They’ll set you right.”
Sal Brandano walked up, hands in his pockets. He looked at Miguel, then at the wet pavement, then at Owen.
Owen felt the murmur in his name then. It wasn't a whisper of doubt. It was a hum of purpose.
The silence that followed was thick as tar.
