Page 60 of Gemini
“I’m curious you and Dom don’t dip your hands in…stronger stuff,” I said, following him back to the front.
“Like cocaine? Yeah, we did that for a short time…obviously not a Micheal friendly drug and shit brings too much drama. Mafias got a big hold on that industry now anyway.” He slid into the driver and started the van. I went around the front and got in, placing my bag between us. “Shouldn’t take us too long,” he said, putting the car in drive.
As he started to roll out of the courtyard, I looked over my shoulder at all the boxes. “Is this the same inventory Dom mentioned was in the building that got shot at?” I asked.
“This batch was already out of there before the attack. But, yes, that’s where we grow,” Lez answered as he turned down the street. I noticed he had the same GPS system that Dom had in his car, plugged into a tablet.
“Have you heard from your brother at all? I haven’t heard back.”
“Yeah, texted me earlier today. He’s still going through the damage.”
“Was it them? Was it the Serpents?”
Lez side-eyed me before returning his focus to the road. “Pretty sure.”
“Shit,” I cursed under my breath.
“Hey, relax. Dom’s got it under control. We got them on camera, including the license plate of one of their cars. Dom’s tracing it as we speak.”
“So we might have another lead?”
“You got it. Once we find the owner of the car, we’ll make him talk.”
“Aren’t you scared your brother might get hurt?”
He took a moment to respond. “Sure, I worry about him like any brother would. But I also trust him. I know he can handle himself.”
I sank in the seat. I wish that made me feel better, but it didn’t.
Lez reached over and tapped on the tablet. “Anything you wanna listen to?”
I shook my head. “How long do you think this will take?”
“Why? Got somewhere to be?”
I gave him an annoyed look. “No. Just curious.”
He smirked as he turned a corner. “Job should be done by sundown.”
We made our way across the outskirts of the city. The shop owners always met Lez in the back, taking their boxes into their warehouses after handing him an impressive wad of money. The shrooms were delivered to more discreet places, one being a run-down autoshop in Brightmoor where a man was waiting in a red pickup truck. Lez always talked to the owners while I sat listening to some obscure hip hop in the car, watching them. Must be nice not having to worry about a nine to five when your sole job was distributing drugs.
“It’s more than just selling, it’s creating connections,” Lez explained as we drove to the last location. The sun had nearly set, orange and red filling up the sky. The temperature was finally starting to cool down if only a little.
“I get it,” I said as we drove by several locked-up businesses and a few abandoned homes. “It benefits the gang.”
“And stretches out our territory. It’s all about power moves. Kinda like—”
“A game?”
He grinned. “Yeah, but on hard mode. You fuck up once, you don’t come back.”
“You honestly find that fun?”
“Yes.”
He pulled into the last location and hopped out before I could decide how exactly I’d respond to that. He dropped off thelast box and collected his cash, saying something to the owner, making him laugh.
“Done right at sundown, what did I tell you?” he said as he slid back into the driver and shut the door. “Gives us plenty of time.”
