Xander’s POV
“What do you mean you were arrested?”
I stood in the middle of my living room, phone pressed hard against my ear, convinced I’d misheard him until the noise in the background proved otherwise.
Voices echoed behind him. A metal door slammed somewhere nearby, followed by the unmistakable bark of an officer telling someone to move.
“I mean exactly what I said,” Reed replied, his voice strained. “Possession and distribution of an illegal substance. They picked me up less than an hour ago.”
My grip tightened around the phone. “How the hell did that happen?”
He huffed. “I wish I knew.”
“I told you to be careful,” I hissed. “Unless–who else were you selling to, Reed?”
“No one.”
I frowned. “Reed.”
“I said no one, Xander. You were the only person I supplied regularly.”
Uneas
