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.
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.
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.