Chapter 13
THE ZIPPEE MESSENGERS office was in a building on Pearl Street. It was like a back alley where a lot of the department stores and office buildings had rear entrances. As Rex Carlton rode up, four other messengers were milling about outside.
Lydia Michaels and Justin Cannon were there, talking to each other. They both nodded as he rode up. Ted Arnold leaned against the building, smoking a cigarette. He listened to music on his headphones with eyes closed.
“Hey, Rex,” Stevie Johnson said. She was a tall black woman about 22. She had piercings in her nose, ears, and lips, curvy hips, and a small chest.
“Hey, Stevie. Good day?” Rex pushed his bike through the office door.
“Been better, but not bad. You?”
“Got me a DR. Just made it”
“Nice!”
“You know it!” Rex exclaimed as he
