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It was a good question because there was no way we'd let this junkie in. She was the exact opposite of what we required. Warn tennis shoes, skirt up to her ass, soiled tank top, matted hair, blistered lips, and even though she was naturally pale, the ashen look of her skin was from the overuse of drugs.
"This shit is ours," Ronnie said, picking up the tiny packet of coke. The lion on the front showed boldly.
Had something changed, and I didn't know it? The Kings would never let the money and drugs set up shop in the same place. So what gives?
"Get that shit out of here. Somebody call 911, and the rest of y'all get out of here. See what you can find out on the floor. Ronnie, escort the paramedics around the back." Everybody started moving at once.
Tavi and I looked at each other, knowing we were thinking the same thing. How did this happen? And… Which one of us was going to call Ward to explain this shit?
Many questions later, closing down the club and knowing an investigation was pending, made for a long night. Ward came down as soon as I told him what was happening. He’d taken a few days off, so it pissed him off to come down, but not something we could avoid. The thing nobody could make sense of was where she had come from. The door attendants had never seen her and had kept watch all night. We'd also watched the cameras and didn't see her anywhere before they found her. It’s like someone planted her right underneath our noses.
Tired and ready to end this fucking night, I locked the front doors, and Tavi watched while leaning on the phone pole. He held a blunt in his mouth, unlit.
“That’s an expensive habit you have.” I nodded in his direction.
“Because…” He stood and joined me on the main part of the sidewalk.
“How many times have you smoked today?” I shook my head.
“What’s your point?” He loosened his ponytail and let his hair fall around his shoulders.
“Expensive habit.” I reiterated to him. I used to smoke cigarettes but got sick with pneumonia, putting me down for four weeks. Trying to smoke made me so sick I couldn’t breathe and vomited every time. I didn’t pick it up after I got better and haven’t touched it since. Remembering the violent coughing fits until I threw up so forcefully that I couldn’t move afterward seemed to do the trick.
“And your suit collection?” He teased while we walked toward the car.
“Normal.” We both laughed at it because it was beyond that.
“Did you–” Tavi ran toward the alley we were passing, catching me off guard.
Turning, I saw bright red hair first. Elara! A man was attacking her in the alleyway, and Tavi was on his way to break it up. I’d dismissed the sounds of their shuffling as background noise. Turned away from them. I wouldn’t have noticed. Tavi had been facing their direction.
She screamed when Tavi knocked him into the fence and punched him. He had the upper hand until the guy kneed him in the balls and went back to a terrified Elara. Gripping her arm harshly. Elara instantly screamed as if she was in pain and fell to the ground.
Moving into action, I sprinted at him, knocking him down. “What the fuck is your problem?” I yelled while trying to choke common sense into him.
His mouth was white, and his eyes were unfocused. His skin had that same ashen look as the woman from earlier. Suddenly, the bastard began laughing like he’d heard the funniest joke.
“Tavi, check his pockets!” I yelled.
“On it.” As he did, I heard sirens approaching and swore aloud.
“More of the same.” Tavi pulled out the packet of coke with our logo on it.
The guy started seizing, and white shit flew from his mouth. I jumped back just as the police arrived, running down the alley with guns drawn. Tavi held up his hands, and I wondered what he’d done with the drugs.
“Help her first!” Tavi yelled. “He’s already dead, and she’s injured.”
“Aren’t you guys from the cigar shop down the road?” The cop asked suspiciously.
“Yes, but…” I started.
“We can give you whatever statement you need after you get her some help.” Tavi jumped in.
The cop who spoke nodded to his partner, who backed down the alley. Soon after, medics came down and checked Elara. She turned to the cop. “They saved my life. I own this bookstore, and I have cameras. It’ll show everything.”
The back door opened to the bookstore, and a little blonde stuck her head out. She was the coffee barista.
“Crissy, can you get them the footage, please?” Elara said while panting hard.
