Chapter Fifty-Two
The Lamprey rises up into the sink next to the young girl who is staring at her phone tapping in letters quickly on the screen. She looks briefly out of the bathroom window, to the flashing lights in the streets below. Her phone rings. She answers it excitedly.
“Hello. Yes. It’s me. I know right. Can you believe it, the whole place is going mad right. It’s like a movie.” She puts the phone on speaker mode, lays it on the floor and sits on the toilet. A female voice comes out from the phone.
“Yep. Tailor. We have just got home from the Ice hockey game and my boyfriend had to floor the car to get through a road block. Wow!”
Tailor opens her purse and lifts out a clear plastic bag of green tinged Ice. She speaks, leaning over close to the phone.
“I know right. The Cops
