Michael and Tiffany are on their way to Anthony's house, and when they get there, his mother answers the door.
"Can I help you people?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm detective Michael, and this is detective Tiffany, we have some questions to ask your son Anthony regarding his friend Timothy," Michael informs.
"Oh my God, did you find him?" She asked.
"No we are still on the search for him," he said.
"Oh lord, those boys misses their friend so much, Timothy is a good smart boy, he wouldn't hurt nobody," she said.
"I know that, that's why we are trying to find him, can we speak with Anthony?" He asked.
"Okay yeah, he's in his room, I'll go get him, ANTHONY? THESE DETECTIVES NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU," she said, yelling out loud.
Anthony walked to the door. He is 34 years of age now and he really looks different as well as Gregg does. Anthony is bald and has gotten taller, and he has a Morris Chestnut charm look to him. He has more confidence now than he did as a child.
"Whats up? Y'all find him yet?" Anthony asked.
Book written by Ciara Webb
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