Ash spent around two hours with the group and learned many things. There was a new group loitering around. They were believed to have originated from France, and from what Micahel, the young man he had sold his drugs, had told him, they already had two minor groups under their control.
Maya, the dark-skinned and highly out-of-place woman, had told him that they had people on the inside of all major groups, to which Ash had said it wasn’t his problem, and she had laughed at his reply until she curled in on herself, claiming her stomach hurt.
“Oh, hun,” Maya said, placing her well-manicured hand on his arm. “You are wrapped up in this, in all of this. It is your problem.”
“How do you all know all of this?”
Micahel, who was now enjoying the high of the drugs he had taken, gave a dopey smi
