Chapter 7
Juan Garcia
Garcia lay quietly in bed with Tiffany and felt her warmth against his side as he lay on his back.
She lay her arm across his chest and snuggled her face into his neck and shoulder.
He could hear her peaceful breathing as he felt her warm breath.
“God, what did I get myself into with Ryan,” he thought to himself.
It was only supposed to be car prowls to get enough stuff to trade for some meth.
He was starting to get restless and feeling like the room was closing in on him.
When he could not stand it any longer, he climbed out of bed and looked around for his best dirty shirt and put on his jeans from the night before.
He put on his thermal boots with the unusual oval marking on the heel and stumbled into the kitchen where he took a long drink of water and spl
