“Business,” Fury confirmed. “Tray’s ass is owned by an operation that runs drugs and whores up out of Florida. Izzy met him when she was livin’ down there.”
The woman got around. “When was Hellabeth in Florida?”
“For a few years after our dad died.”
“I thought you were living with her after that? When you knocked off the liquor store for her?”
“No,” Fury said quietly, and Nathan counted road signs until Fury decided to explain. “After the house burned, we went our separate ways for a while, me and Izzy. I stole to get by, did some stupid s**t like kids do. Izzy hitched a ride south. When I did the store, it was after I got a letter from Izzy at school. I got a phone number to use, and she said she needed cash to get home. I didn’t have none, so I tried to up my game and rob the store.
