"And better use English. I'm not down for this your pidgin bullshit," I snapped.
"Ah, sis, no vex na," I'm close to ripping off my damn wig to show how fucking furious I am but he must see it in my eyes because he raised his hands in surrender before leaning his arms on the plastic table.
"It was him and his two friends. One is light-skinned and short and the other dark and tall but not as tall as Utom. They'd been here long before I arrived, so, I only got the tail of the gist."
"What gist?" I frowned to curb my need to tell him the gist wasn't really important that I wanted to hear how he looked, was he well? Dandy couldn't help me there, seeing as Utom hadn't returned to Underflex since before the serious talk, so I was hungry for any news of him.
But I tightened my mouth and waited for TT to fucking collect his thoughts.
"The short guy, I think Chris is his name, believed that you should be reported to the cops for 419."
