Rodney rushed up and blocked my path, that smug grin plastered across his face:
"Oh hey! Look who it is—our big internet celebrity!"
"What's with all the layers? Scared someone's gonna recognize you?"
Ervin walked a slow circle around me, then leaned in and blew smoke right into my face:
"Didn't realize you lived here. What a coincidence. Where's your motorcycle? Afraid we'll come say hi again?"
Every neighbor walking by stopped to stare.
Some pulled out their phones to film.
Not one of them stepped in.
I backed up until my spine hit the wall, my voice shaking so badly it barely held together.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing much."
Roger smiled at me with that greasy, disgusting look on his face.
"Heard you're real famous now. Thought we'd come say hello."
"Oh, and thanks, by the way. We're all celebrities now, thanks to you."
Ervin reached over and flipped back the brim of my hat, his tone dripping with satisfaction.
"Shame, though—everyone online already believes us. You called the cops, so what? Your name's already garbage."