Santa Muerte
Co-written with Daniel R. Robichaud
“It’ll be an easy score.” Halulu’s grin was infectious as influenza. It almost convinced Kai that the proposal was nothing riskier or more legally questionable than selling ice-cold lemonade on a baking hot summer afternoon. Almost. But rent and tuition were due, his trust fund was gone, and how else were any of them going to come up with the cash?
The Hawaiian pointed at Kai’s roommate Patrick: “You hold the case. Then, when I tell you, make the exchange.”
Then he looked at his other roommate Mikey. “You keep your gun out, just so nobody gets any ideas. Don’t stick it in your pants and blow your d**k off.”
Kai asked, “What about me?”
Halulu’s gaze rested on him, sharp and heavy as a bowie knife. Then he clapped him on the shoulder. “K
