“He saw me dealing to a classmate and figured out I was dealing to his dad,” I say, leaving out the irrelevant details.
“So he wanted revenge on you?”
“Yes.”
“Motherfucker,” he utters under his breath.
“I dropped out of school and never saw Justin again. The whole time, however, he was scheming ways to pay me back for what I did to his dad. I gave him the perfect opportunity when I drew attention to myself by shooting my father.”
“He knew my dad would be looking for me, so he made a deal with him and Phil. For information on my whereabouts, they would pay him fifty grand.”
“How did he know where we were in the first place?” Quinn asks. I know I’m leaving out a big hunk of the story, but I want him to know the essentials before I pass out.
“Stacey. He came looking for me in South Bos
