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I’m pacing the whole apartment waiting for Mason to get in here to tell me how the drop went. I know Ralf isn’t going to call me to tell me because of all the trackers that can be placed on phones.
Doesn’t mean I’m still not worried.
They have been gone for six hours. For the past six hours, I have been a wreck going through everything that could go wrong. And there’s a lot!
“Will you sit your ass down? You’re going to make me have a panic attack!” Katie gripes.
I look over at her as she leans against the wall. “Aren’t you bored hauled up in here?”
She giggles. “Yeah, but I like being bored. It feels good to not be out there. However, I know I need to get out there soon.”
I lean my head against the wall. “Big Heavy is going to keep coming at you. You know that, right?”
Katie and I have something Big Heavy wants. They love and hate us for our inability to die. Well, I diddiebut not really die.
“Yeah. I know. When they find out your alive, they are going to be pissed.”
I shrug. “Ah, probably. I’m not worried about it.”
“What is there to do in here?” Katie groans.
“Watch paint dry.”
We both hear the crash on the outside of the front door at the same time. Our eyes stare at the door waiting for something to materialize.
I point to it. “Open the door,” I tell her.
I can’t open the door for the obvious reasons. I don’t want someone out there to recognize me and then my cover is blown.
Raul is going to be relaxed soon and once he is, I’m going to attack.
She opens the door and in rushes Mason with Ralf trailing behind him.
“Luca! You would be so proud of your boy. He got chin checked by Raul at the warehouse!”
My head snaps up to look at him closely to see if he is lying. “What do you mean?”
Mason pulls out one of the dining room chairs and plops himself down it. He places three bags on the table in front of him as well with a dramatic flair.
“Raul has been buying his stash from that one dude,” Ralf explains.
“Gary? He’s been buying from Gary?” Gary and Raul don’t get along one bit. This is going to be interested and fucked up.
I walk over to the bags to see what’s in them and check out the packaging. Every dealer has their own packaging that sets them apart from other dealers. Mine has a big 3 on the packaging. Sure enough, that bastard has my 3 on it!
I dump out the whole bag and start to sift through the packets of angel dust. “There has to be hundreds of baggies!” I exclaim. “We have to test this shit to see if this is what made Paul sick. If it is, and the police find the baggy of angel dust on him with my symbol, I’m fucked!”
I have wanted to kill Raul for many different reasons, but this takes the cake. He is going to get fucked up.
“Any sightings of Raul?”
Ralf shrugs. “Nah. I’ve been doing that run with this dude,” he gestures his hand over to Mason.
There’s something different about how he’s sitting at the table. He’s not his nervous-relaxed persona that he normally has around me. He is just different.
“What happened at the pick up?”
Chapter Eighteen
