Chapter 35
WHILE GEORGIE BAGS UP Sissy, along with a few necessary tools
of the trade, I stand with Roger and Suzanne in the kitchen.
“I thought you were going to help us get our money back,
Moonlight?” Roger begs, slurring his words as he finishes off his third beer
since we arrived at the townhouse an hour prior.
“One person is already dead, Richard,” Suzanne presses,
lighting yet another cigarette. “We need that money.” She’s beginning to
develop some black and blue bags under her eyes. Her hands are trembling
slightly. She’s been stealing from her own coke stash ever since she took on
the role of dealer and now she’s experiencing the dreaded withdrawal.
“The money isn’t going to be a problem,” I say. It’s a lie,
but not entirely a lie. If I can manage to get this legal prob
