9
Vivian
Did he answer me? No. No he did not. And we? We? Who the hell was we? And why had Snook suddenly insisted Wayne and I come inside the fighting area where it was hot, smelled like vomit and blood, and I was surrounded by drunk assholes?
I put my phone away and scanned the crowd, paying more attention. Drunks. Rough-looking gamblers here with the rent money. d**g addicts. Men with a bloodlust they could not feed themselves, and women thrilled to be so close to violence. Everything was normal. Wasn’t it?
“What’s going on? Everything okay?” Wayne asked.
“I don’t know. That was Maxus.”
“What did he want?”
“He said not to go outside.”
Wayne leaned back against the wall, rested his head on the concrete, and shrugged. “Well then, I guess we don’t go outside.”
“Something strange i
