Page 41 of Three Little Words

No.

“Cocaine?”

Yes.

“God dammit, Bryan.”

He huffed, lowering his gaze.

“Did you drive here?” I asked.

Another nod.

“On your motorcycle?”

Yes.

“You know you could have died, right? Or killed someone else?”

He shrugged.

“Don’t fucking shrug at me. This is serious.”

He rolled his eye.

“So, why are you outside? Could you not get the door open?”

He shook his head. “Couldn’t work the key.”

At least he was talking.

“Did you get in a fight with another gang?”

Slowly, he shook his head.

My stomach twisted.

“Somebody in the King’s Devils did this?”

He nodded.

“Bryan.”

He shut his eye.

“I need you to tell me what’s going on. So I can help you solve the problem.”

He sighed and shook his head. “You can’t help me. It’s too far.”

“Okay, well, tell me? Maybe I’ll think of something you didn’t.”

He inhaled deeply. “I…got caught stealing.”

“Stealing what?” I sat back on my heels, looking at him.

“Money.”

“Why were you stealing money, Bryan?”

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