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“He’s ripping you off,” Schultz laughs.
“Yeah, no shit. He’s got me over a barrel, thanks to you.”
“That sounds fun,” Schultz smirks. “Having you over a barrel.”
God, he makes me want to puke.
“I don’t have the money to cover it,” I insist.
“Fine.” Schultz pulls out a bill clip and counts out the money. “Pay him with this. But make sure you wait long enough that he’ll think you really sold the Molly.”
I take the folded bills. It’s weird that a cop is carrying around that much cash.
Schultz is wearing street clothes again. I’ve only seen him in uniform that one time, when he pulled me over. I’m guessing this is how he usually dresses, and he was just wearing the uniform for effect that night. To intimidate me.
He’s obviously been watching Levi for a while. I don’t think it was a coincidence that he pulled me over.
“Did you follow me from Levi’s house?” I ask him.
Schultz cocks his head to the side, smiling.
“What do you mean?” he says.
“Were you waiting for me, after the party?”
“I was waiting for someone,” he says. “Someone I could use.”
Just my shitty luck that it happened to be me.
“You probably know as much as I do about the people in Levi’s house,” I say.
“Tell me anyway.”
I take a breath, trying to remember it all exactly. “There’s a big Samoan dude who acts like his bodyguard or something. He’s the one that went and got the drugs.”
Schultz nods. “Sione,” he says.
“Then there were five or six other people in the living room.”
“Which was it? Five? Or six?”
I close my eyes, trying to picture the room again.
“Five,” I say. “A girl named Ali Brown—she went to school with me. I don’t think she works for Levi or anything. It looked like she was just there to get high. Or maybe they’re dating.”
Schultz nods. He might have seen her already.
“Then there was Levi. And three other dudes. One was named Pauly.”
That was the asshole who was talking about my mom. My face colors again, remembering it. I used to get so much shit about her when I was in school. Then she disappeared five years ago. It took me a while to notice—seeing as she never called me much anyway.
“What was the other guy’s name?” Schultz says.
“I don’t know.”
“Anything else?”
I try to remember.
