Page 9 of KingPin
His body is convulsing and he’s hurdled into a ball in the middle of the parking lot. His arms are sprawled out around him as he continues to shake.
I quickly run over to him to see if I can help him. I have been around people who have overdosed before, and that’s exactly what is happening right now. This isn’t the first time he did too much and got himself too fucked up too fast.
I try to grab his arms to pull him down to hold him still but he’s not cooperating.
“Dude!” I yell in hopes of getting his attention but it doesn’t work either.
“I’ve called the cops and ambulance!”
I turn my head to see the little old woman resting on the stairs to get up to the apartments. She’s wearing her bathrobe with slippers on. Yep, this is the nosey neighbor Paul always complained about.
She might be nosey but she’s trying to save his life.
“Paul, hold on. The ambulance will be here soon!” I tell him just as I hear the sirens start whirling through the quiet area.
I want to search his pockets to make sure he doesn’t have anything on him. The last thing he needs is for the cops to find anything else on him and something that can lead to The 3-1-3. The only reason why I don’t search through his pockets is the nosey neighbor who is watching my every move.
“That god damned punk! He gets high and passes out all of the time! That mother fucker,” the woman tsks.
My eyes widen. “Ma’am, he could be having a seizure!” I exclaim trying to reign in my anger towards her.
Paul might not be the best friend in the world and got me involved in the shit I am in right now, but he’s been there for me when I needed it. I needed money, he found me a way to make money.
“All I know is, he left about an hour ago, met some guy over there,” she points near the dumpsters, “and then walk back to his car.”
Wait… “What did the guy look like?”
If Paul is doing the stuff Lucian has been selling, that could mean she has a bad batch or is she doing this shit on purpose? I don’t really see why killing Paul would help her.
“He’s some Mexican looking scumbag,” she chuffs.
Jesus. He met with Raul and I bet that is the same shit I saw him dealing earlier. Mother fucker.
The EMT people are here and are trying to find out what happened to Paul. Since I don’t know what he took, I can’t answer too many questions. The only questions I have can be answered by Lucian.
“Do you know anything about what he took?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know what he took or what he did,” I answer honestly.
“Has he done drugs before?”
“Uh,” I shift on my feet as they load Paul into the ambulance. “I don’t know what he does.”
I know I’m not being very helpful, but I honestly don’t know too much. I don’t know what he does when he’s by himself, but I do know he uses. He is probably getting his shit from Lucian.
“Are you sure you don’t know anything about what he took?” The woman asks me again.
I nod. “I really don’t know.”
She shakes her head on an annoyance. I know I’m bugging her, but I really do not know what he took. “Look, he can die if you don’t tell me what he took!”
“I, I, I, I don’t know!”
She pushes past me to get into the back of the ambulance with a scowl on her face.
The only person who would know is Lucian. Which means I have to go back to The Venetian and see Lucian.
Fuck me.
