Ryan
"What's cooking, good looking?"
"Sounds like you were expecting someone else's call," I say flatly.
"You again? Didn't you just call me last week?"
"I need you to send some things."
"I literally just got done with your last order. Aren't the days like, shorter, or something, up there? You must have gotten it like yesterday."
"That's... that's not how any of this works."
"Whatever. Tell me what you need so I can hang up."
"Lovely speaking with you too."
"Come on, man, I got numbers from like ten hot chicks last night." His voice becomes distant. "Last night? This morning? Whatever. I just texted all of them and soon they're gonna start responding so hurry it up."
I begin rattling off a short list, including enough ammo to keep up with Ana's rigorous attitude toward target pra
