The Drugs Won't Help Book. 2

Ch.7

"You're in L.A.?" Sebastian held his phone against his shoulder and took a drag of his cigarette while scratching at the cuts on his arm. He staggered a bit when the pavement took a significant drop.

"Yeah. Heard you were in town. Figured we could make a few trades. How do you feel about work?" The voice on the other end was slightly suffocated by the sound of a train.

"Now I just feel like you're following me around the country." He slide the sleeves of his jacket back over his arms and took the phone and cigarette in one hand to raise his hood with the other. "Don't you have other workers?"

"Of course. Believe me they're busy deliverin'" The guy coughed. "You're the only one not working at the moment. Figured I'd give you some time, but I could really use you now."

After taking one last puff Sebastian let the cigarette fall to the ground where he put it out with his heel. "Anyone I know?"

"In the area? Not really. Most are new recruits. Can't trust 'em though."

"Heard Frank used to work for you."

"Heard right kid. Severed all ties with him once he was caught, can't have us being figured out now can we?"

"Guess not." He wiped his nose with the cuff of his sleeve.

"Got his friend though. Jack? James? Something like that. That ones a keeper I'll tell you."

"Jamie?" The name stuck in his throat.

"Yeah! That's the one. Know him?"

"A bit. It's complicated."

"Well, gotta get that worked out. Can't have personal complications fuckin' up my work."

"Yes sir."

"Boy, how many times have I told you? Don't call me that."

A police car drove by Sebastian and out of habit he looked away. "Sorry."

"Its fine. Just remember for next time. So you gonna take my offer?"

"Yeah. I'll take it."

"Awesome. Meet me in an hour. There's a warehouse two blocks west of your boys' house."

"How do you know where that is?" Sebastian stopped walking and furrowed his brow.

"It's my job to know where potential and past workers are at all times. I have eyes and ears."

"Not at all creepy."

There was a gruff laugh on the other end of the line. "Nah I get it. It's a little weird. Gotta keep track though. See you soon." With that the receiver clicked dropping the call.

Sliding the phone back into his pocket Sebastian walked into the nearest ally carefully keeping his head down and his eyes foward.

There was the sound of a cane on pavement behind him, he didn't need to look to know who it was. "I don't have any more money Kyle." The sound quickened and soon Kyle was walking beside him with some difficulty. The mid-twenties man had walked with a limp in his right leg since he was twelve and his dad had pushed him down the stairs.

He laughed in between breathes. "I wasn't asking for any."

"That's something new."

"Come on Bassie don't be like that."

Sebastian scowled. "I've told you not to call me that."

"Okay. How's life in L.A. been treating you?"

"I could ask you the same."

"For your information it's good. Better than Florida. I didn't get the chance to say thanks for that money."