14
Fiore
I’m afraid. I think I have a right to be, at this point. It’s been two days now since our house was destroyed, and we haven’t made a bit of progress yet. I sit in the SUV, chewing my nails down to the nubs, waiting for Monster to come out of some house in the Eighth Ward. Not any old house, but a drug dealer’s house.
Or that’s my best guess, anyway. Judging by the fact that there’s a guy with a machine gun out front, casually holding it and drinking an orange Big Shot with his free hand.
What Monster should be doing is trying to figure out where the heck his brother is. While he just rolled his eyes and claimed that Dryas was just messing with both of us, I’m not so sure. Those chills down my spine felt awfully real to me.
I shift in my seat, clearing my throat. Jack looks ba
