"Why, Cervantes? We know what's true, don't we?" Vander said, but I didn't understand what he meant. I saw Creed pull out his gun again and point it at Vander.

"Choose, you fucking son of a bitch," I could feel Creed's anger as he said that. "Will you shut up, or will I blow your brains out?"

Vander didn't answer and just grinned, looking mocking. I looked around and saw that we were attracting attention. I got nervous that they might see Creed's gun, so I pulled him away.

"Creed, let's go," I ...