Chapter 8: OutlawA WHITE SHEET WAS spread over Timmy, hues of red and blue reflecting off the wet pavement from the ambulance and police cars up at the entrance of the alley. Cole had called from a pub then ran for Tony’s. Now the two of them stood to the side as police stood idly by outside the blue door at the further end of the alley. Cole had his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jacket and lifted his head upwards as the steam blew out from between his lips.
Tony asked, “Was he trying to kill himself?”
Cole, his head still up as the last bits of steam slipped upwards from his mouth and spun in circles until disappearing into the night, thought for a moment before replying. “Yeah; pretty sure.”
“Drug dealer with a conscience, huh?”
Cole nodded. “He was just a kid who killed hi
