CARTER
I’m already reaching for my wallet when Spencer stops me with a hand on mine, pulls his wallet out of his pocket and extends a couple hundred dollar bills at the man who quickly pockets them. “Yeah, I know the man who lives there. Name’s Blake, although he hasn’t been around for a long time now.” He shrugs, looking away deliberately. “Don’t know where he went.”
Silently, Spencer extends more dollar bills to him and he smiles. “That’ll do it.”He shoves them in his pocket before he leans away from the door. “Think he went to rehab or some s**t like that. Trying to get clean, I guess. Said something about pleasing his old woman. That’s all I know, now leave me the f**k alone and quit banging on my door.” That’s the last thing he says before he slams the door in our faces.
“s**t,” S
