Like maybe a week or two after all those overdoses. She isn't sure."
Delaney frowned. "She wasn't around when he left?"
"Yeah...uh, no, she just doesn't remember. She wasn't sure until he was gone for a while."
"How can she not be sure..." Delaney held her hands up helplessly.
"He didn't take his clothes or anything, just his car. And. Uh, Nommy kind of uses a lot of s**t; that's why she hangs with Adidas."
"But now she's looking for him?"
Mooky shrugged haplessly. "Rent's due, you know?"
I glanced at Delaney. "It was either that or the drugs were running out."
Delaney's face twisted in revulsion. "That's like seriously f****d up."
"Yeah. It is. The hard stuff does that." Mooky sighed, looking down. "That's all I heard, but I figured you should know, and I was here anyway."
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