Chapter Four
“Put that away!” said Gina. “I don’t want any of that crap in my car!”
“Just chill!” said Lacey. “It’s been a long day. I just need a quick pickup.”
Lacey had a small mirror balanced on her knees, reflecting white lines of powder up at her as she rolled up a twenty to make a straw.
No good deed, thought Gina. Lacey had begged a ride home tonight. Her boyfriend usually picked her up, but they were having troubles that Gina didn’t want to hear about. She had agreed to Lacey’s desperate plea quickly, just to avoid listening to the soap opera explanation behind it. That hadn’t worked very well. Lacey had been recounting all the failings of “that fat bastard” every mile of the way. Gina had been forced to interrupt her several times to ask directions.
Lacey was just dusting of
