I was stationed at the airport, waiting for the target to reach the luggage carousel.
"Gavin? Gavin McCoy?"
I lowered my head, hoping whoever it was would go away. But they strode over to me and planted themselves in front of me.
"Gavin? St. Gibbons High, you were always playing that damn Nintendo!"
I recognized him, of course, but decided denial would be quicker, although it did take me a few minutes of insistence before they moved on, and I missed the target.
A few years later when we stopped the syndicate, of course he was a part of it.
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