Tested
“We’ve got a problem.”
Kenny’s words hit me like a match hits kerosene. I don’t have a sixth sense or nothing like that, but I knew something was wrong. I felt it. I’ve already been on edge about the whole thing since I put my money in his hand. Now I’m standing in my room, staring at Kenny and already knowing that his stupid plan must’ve fell through.
“What?” I flame at him.
“So I bought the stuff from Dice, right?” Kenny begins. He’s pacing back and forth, slamming his fist in his palm like he does when he’s amped up. This time he seems to be anxious. His voice shakes like he’s getting his story together as he’s talking. “I sold most of the product, and I made about two thousand dollars.”
“Good, so just give me back my thousand,” I interrupt, not caring to hear the rest of th
