Page 243 of Glass (Crank 2)
“I told him I’d check on it. But no
way can I deliver it to him now.”
Brad grows serious. How well
do you know the guy? It’s the first
hint of paranoia I’ve seen. “Not well.
But I’ve known Quade since we were
kids and Damian looks like more than
a casual user. I don’t think they’re narcs.”
Tension falls from his shoulders
like boulders off a cliff. If you’re
sure, no problem. Maybe Trey can
take you when he finally gets here.
My turn for tension. “If he gets
here. He says not till the roads clear.”
Brad’s eyes travel the contours
of my body. I promise. He’ll get here.
Monday Morning
It has snowed all weekend,
and several feet of the sticky
wet white stuff cover everything.
Still, the day dawned critical
blue and the plows are busy.
Damian got his eight ball.
We met at the convenience store,
made a quick trade—awesome
ice for a pile of cash, including
fifty extra for me. Dealer me.
Quade didn’t come along. Part of
me hoped he would. Most of me
knew he wouldn’t. He definitely
