Omar – The Cousin Who Knows Too MuchOmar always told himself he wanted nothing to do with Derrick Wilson's name. Yet the more he tried to distance himself, the deeper he felt dragged back in.
At his barbershop on Half-Way Tree Road, Omar trimmed a customer's hair while pretending not to notice the two men waiting by the corner. They weren't there for a haircut.
When the customer left, one of them walked in. Dark shades, sweat glistening on his forehead despite the small oscillating fan.
"Evening, Omar," the man said. His tone was polite, but laced with threat. "Word is, your cousin Kyle making noise in town. Asking questions."
Omar kept clipping the next man's fade, though his stomach dropped. "Kyle? He here for ball, man. Ain't nobody business but that."
The man leaned close. "Ball or no ball, some names stay buried. You understand?"
Omar nodded slowly, his jaw tight. He didn't respond.
