Glass (Crank 2)

“I told him I’d check on it. But no

way can I deliver it to him now.”

Brad grows serious. How well

do you know the guy? It’s the first

hint of paranoia I’ve seen. “Not well.

But I’ve known Quade since we were

kids and Damian looks like more than

a casual user. I don’t think they’re narcs.”

Tension falls from his shoulders

like boulders off a cliff. If you’re

sure, no problem. Maybe Trey can

take you when he finally gets here.

My turn for tension. “If he gets

here. He says not till the roads clear.”

Brad’s eyes travel the contours

of my body. I promise. He’ll get here.

Monday Morning

It has snowed all weekend,

and several feet of the sticky

wet white stuff cover everything.

Still, the day dawned critical

blue and the plows are busy.

Damian got his eight ball.

We met at the convenience store,

made a quick trade—awesome

ice for a pile of cash, including

fifty extra for me. Dealer me.

Quade didn’t come along. Part of

me hoped he would. Most of me

knew he wouldn’t. He definitely