Page 8 of Cameron's Contract
“Where?” I said casually.
“Who gives a fuck, man,” snapped Shay.
He’d seen Decker’s left eyelid twitch, hinting at his suspicion.
Shay looked annoyed with me. “Give him the check then.”
I reached into my pocket.
“Do you have a beer?” said Shay.
“You’re not drinking.” I removed my hand. “We have ten other stops.”
“Just one. Get off my case.”
“This always happens.” I looked to Decker for support. “He gets drunk and then I have to drive him home to fucking Orange County.”
“Drinking is the only way to put up with your bullshit.”
I glared at Shay.
“I have to take a piss.” Shay rolled his eyes. “Restroom?”
Decker pointed. “Down the hall.”
“Which room’s your dog in?” asked Shay.
“Bedroom.”
“I’m not gonna get my dick ripped off am I?” Shay laughed and headed off.
“Stay out of the bedroom and you’ll be fine,” Decker shouted after him.
“I’m trying to keep him off the wagon,” I muttered.
“You mean on the wagon?”
I scratched my face, as though embarrassed.
He glanced in Shay’s direction. “My brother’s a drinker. I get it.”
“He’s into the hard stuff too. I worry about him. He’s been there for me. But I’m getting tired of his drug use.”
“My brother uses.”
“Really?”
“I don’t touch the stuff.” He raised his hand defensively.
“Tried LSD once,” I lied right back. “Acted like I had superhuman powers. Believed I could rip a man’s head off with my bare hands.” I stared at him then back down at my palms, turning them over as though reminiscing. “Flashbacks are a bitch.”
“Bad trip?”
“The worst?” I pointed to the TV. “Nice.”
“Yeah.”
“Hey,” said Shay, appearing from the hallway. “He has a copy of War and Peace in the bathroom.”
