Chapter 53

“It’s my fucking house, ain’t it?” Steve snorted. “What sort of question is that? Now make yourself useful and get my bag out of the car. Hurry up.”

Justin obeyed.

By the time he got back inside again, Scarlett’s crib was out in the hallway and Steve was sprawled on the bed Justin had been using, a beer in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. There was no ashtray in the room, so he was just flicking the ashes onto the floor. He was on his phone too, the conversation on speaker.

“I dunno,” he said as Justin set his bag down. “Just a couple of the guys, I guess. Some beer, some pussy, whatever else you got.”

Justin didn’t recognize the voice on the other end of the call. “Yeah, man, yeah. I can hook you up.”