Chapter 8

“Wanda says you don’t do drugs and she tests you regularly.”

It was a statement, not a question, but somehow the vibe from Justin made Izzy explain further anyway.

“I got sober in prison, not that I was really an addict before that. I guess I used what I did to fit in, because the guys I hung out with were sort of the only people I’d ever felt like I belonged with even remotely, you know—” He snapped his mouth shut. That was far more information than he’d thought he’d ever volunteer to a stranger. “Anyway,” he tried to recover. “I smoke weed sometimes, but that’s it. Mrs. Rossi says it’s fine”

“We have zero tolerance on the property.” Every hint of friendliness Izzy had picked up from Justin was gone, just like that, as though someone had flipped a switch. His gaze was hard and assessing. “No drugs, no alcohol. There’s a spot where people can smoke cigarettes outside the break room, but I like to discourage that, too.”