"No. But his wife’s name is Ivory.”
"You know her last name?”
He frowned and thought about it for a moment. "No. It wasn't exactly a long-term relationship.”
"Where did you meet Ivory?" I asked, having a pretty good idea.
"Forbidden Fruit.” Then he added, “I never would have had sex with her if I knew she was married." He paused. "Okay, well, maybe I would have. She was hot.”
"How old was she?" Jack snarked.
Dustin sneered at him. "Old enough.”
I asked him, "What about that guy who came up to the mall, claiming you were the devil putting thoughts into his head?"
Dustin laughed. "That guy was a fucking nutjob.” He paused. "I don't know his name.”
"You sure know how to make friends," Jack said.
Dustin shrugged. "What can I say? I guess I just rub some people the wrong way."
"Apparently, that's what got you in jail the first time."
Dustin stared at him again. "Did you come over here just to bust my balls?”
"Are you at odds with anybody else?" I asked.
Dustin frowned and thought about it for a moment. "Well, I owe a guy a little money. Which I sure as hell can’t pay back now.”
“What’s his name?”
“Little C.”
“What’s his real name?”
“How should I know?”
"Where can we find Little C?”
"I don't know, man," he said, shifting, looking away, knowing full well where we could find Little C.
"Why do you owe him money?" I asked.
Dustin's mouth tightened. "For stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?” I asked, knowing exactly what he owed him money for.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Look, I don’t give a shit about you or your drug habit. Little C is your dealer. Tell me where I can find him?”
Dustin frowned. “His name is Clarence. That’s all I know. You can find him at Bumper, but he bounces around to all the clubs.”
“What does he look like?”
Dustin gave me a description. “You can’t miss him.”
“How much do you owe him?”
