Chapter Four
Twelve Years Ago
Trey
Alpha Green, himself, picks us up from the police station after letting us spend the night in jail. Not juvey, either. All of us are eighteen, so we went to County.
Emmett Green is huge, imposing, like Garrett. The guy never f*****g smiles, but right now he looks ready to commit murder.
“Possession of marijuana.” His voice drips with condemnation. It’s pack law to stay out of trouble with human authorities, so his own son getting picked up must rub him raw.
“Someone has it in for us—” Garrett starts to say, but his dad barks, “Not a word.”
Garrett’s right. Someone tipped the cops off. They specifically showed up at school to search the three of us. It had to be someone close to us, someone who knew where each of us kept our stashes—me under the sea
