Chapter Twenty-Four
“WASN’T THAT INSANE?” said Krystal, digging around in her purse.
“Very.”
“God, I need a cigarette.”
“I thought you were quitting.”
“I was, but after that scene, can you blame me?”
I smiled grimly. “No. I guess not.”
“Do you have some cash on you?” she asked, pulling out her wallet. “All I have is a five dollar bill and I’ve already maxed my credit card.”
“Another reason why you should quit smoking.”
“Don’t be a drag,” she said, laughing.
I rolled my eyes.
“Seriously, can you loan me a couple bucks for a pack of smokes?”
“Yeah, fine.”
“Thanks.”
“Where’s your car?”
“At their clubhouse.”
“Where is that?”
“A couple blocks away from Griffin’s.”
“You want me to drop you off there, right?”
“If you could?”
“Why not? I’ve got nothing else going on.”
She suck
