Again, between two worlds . . .

An unmarked police cruiser waited for me in the church parking lot.

Two officers walked toward me. I knew them. We worked together.

Still, this was unexpected.

We greeted one another with hugs.

"Hey, did you hear about Reverend Green," the Deputy Superintendent asked.

"No," I replied.

He explained.

I kept looking at my watch.

It was almost two o’clock.

The boys would be here any moment.

I hurried the conversation.

Finally, it ended.

I eased.

They had left before any of the boys arrived.

Or so I thought. My phone rang.

"T," he said. "Why were you talking to the police? Were they looking for me? I watched everything that transpired."

"Come and meet me so that we can talk," I said.

He was there within five minutes.

"T, I don’t trust you," he said, seriously.

"You don’t know me," I said. "You have the right not to trust me but know that I would never put you in a compromising situation."

"I got sources too, T. I am gonna check you out."

Here I am again, in between two worlds. The cops and the gang.