Chapter 6Jack looked longingly out the glass storefront.
No matter where he went, there they were. And if it weren't a smokeshop, it was a shoot shop, or a snort shop, or a slug shop. They were all over the place.
I'd swear they're stalking me, Jack thought.
Cherise and Misty were in the back of the boutique, trying on something or other. They'd been at it for hours, prancing out on occasion to preen themselves in front of him, demanding his opinion, generally miffed that he wasn't effusively delighted, and then sailing back to the dressing room for the next outfit.
He didn't know how long they could keep it up. All he knew was that he'd long since had his fill, and absolute utter boredom had set in.
Then he'd spotted the smokeshop.
Quit lying to yourself, he thought.
He'd seen it w
