CHAPTER TENTHE TRUCE
About a week after the Lynyrd Skynyrd plane crash, Casey arrived a little out of breath at Jesse and Amy’s apartment. “We’ve got a problem.”
Jesse waited for his friend to catch his breath. “Who’s we?”
Casey sat down and gathered himself. “The Divebomberz. Remember Gypsy, the guy who sold us mushrooms until we found our own fields?”
“I never met the guy,” Jesse said. Amy pulled up a chair and sat down next to Casey.
Casey sounded urgent as he tried to jog Jesse’s memory. “You did but you didn’t know it. I brought him to Fritzel’s one night. You had a couple drinks with him.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
Casey lowered his voice and actually looked over his shoulder in a paranoid way before saying, “Gypsy is head of the Gypsies, the motorcycle gang.”
Jesse and Amy w
