Chapter 8: Drug Deal Gone Wrong
Two days later I was walking home from the corner store, when my cell buzzed. I fished it out of my pocket, but, before I could say anything, I heard the sound of a throat clearing over the line. For whatever reason, I didn’t say anything but just listened.
I recognized Zvika’s voice. He was talking to someone and I could just make out the other person’s voice. It was an oily, slightly nasty voice, and suddenly I realized who it was: Snake, one of George’s drug dealers. And he sounded angry, very angry. Feeling a thrill of fear pass down my back, I stepped to one side of the sidewalk and put a finger in my other ear.
I began to make sense of the conversation—and the situation. The man had come and expected to be paid. But George had gone upstairs to lie d
