Glass (Crank 2)

Huh. That thought never crossed

my mind. We couldn’t do that, could

we? “No. I meant more like…hmm,

borrowing. With no intent to repay.”

You aren’t serious, are you?

“Far as I can see, we don’t have

much of a choice. We’re almost dry,

and we’ve got to make good with Cesar

to get more…and stay in one piece.”

Well, I’m not about to snatch purses.

Sheesh. Never thought of that, either.

“What if I could get hold of some checks.

Think we could get away with cashing

them?” I have an idea where to get some.

Probably. At least with a fake ID.

Fake ID. Good idea. It could, in fact,

come in handy in a number of ways.

But I have no idea how to get one.

“How could I get one of those?”

I do happen to know this guy….

A guy who makes them for college

students. A guy who once helped

Trey himself out. A guy who isn’t

the least bit difficult to get hold of.

That must be some kind of sign.

The Guy Lives

In a little brick house, with a white

picket fence and flowers in the yard,

a few blocks from the university.

He greets Trey with a nod, says