Even Sylver has been quiet so far.
There’s a knock on the door, and then it pops open.
Fly rushes in. “He made contact.”
Contact? The drug dealer. “Which one?”
“Ryot.”
I knew it was going to be him. Out of all of them, I knew his situation would be too tempting for a drug dealer to ignore. “When? How?”
“Last night at the club. One of the other bouncers asked him if he wanted to make some real money and get out of that car of his. They’re going to give him a test run.”
A test. “They want him to sell drugs?”
“Yeah. To some college students.”
“No way. They aren’t going to be part of the problem.” My gut twists.
“They have to. Or the information flow stops with this one minion. We need to get Ryot further into the group.”
I know that. I’ve known all along. “We need kids to buy drugs without taking them.”
Fly nods. “We could use our own—”
“No way.”
“—but I wouldn’t recommend that. Our kids are recognizable if they’re watching us. Which is a possibility, with as much of a hit as they’ve been taking in Silent Valley lately. We need smart, but untraceable kids.”
Like those are just hanging out on every street corner—“Willow Street.”
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“Maddox is going to kill me.”
Fly nods. “You aren’t asking them to do anything but go to a club and buy some pills.”
He’s still going to kill me. But most of the kids over there have a lot of skills at self-preservation and street smarts. “I’ll ask.”
“Good. You have today and tomorrow morning.”
Nothing like a deadline. “Fine, I’ll call him and take a ride out there today. Wanna come?”
“See Willow Street? Absolutely. Do you think Fiona will be there?” Fly is going to get someone killed.
“She owns the bakery there…so I’d say yes.”
“Good.” He grins.
“Try to keep all your skin attached to your body.”
“She’d be worth losing it.”
Yeah, she would be. Is Greer a woman like that? She feeds my kid…
***
As always, our bikes draw a crowd of kids on Willow Street.
