The next morning, Justin walked back over to Cassandra’s shop. She’d agreed to meet him there and walk him through the equipment and how things worked. She’d also give him the keys to the building and to the van. Within another day or two, she’d be clearing her possessions out of a rented house and heading off to Albuquerque. Justin knew he’d better pick her brains while he could.
As he walked along the quiet streets, he pondered the crazy project he had taken on. The twenty grand he’d received from Barry—no, he needed to think of that as coming from the bank, not the man—was gone already, and his meager savings was dwindling by the day. If the rest of the loan did not work out, he was in deep s**t.
Following around after Cassandra, it all seemed pretty easy. You bathed the dog here, you
