“Ten minutes.”
“Nick,
I don’t have–” But the line had gone dead. Nick beckoned. Curtis went, like a
fucking lapdog. Was he doomed to be like that for ever?PLUCK AND PLAY – 11
The
archway behind the grocer’s was a regular spot for people to meet on the sly.
It led to a small back alley that was well hidden from the street, and a high
chain-link and plastic panel fence divided it from the back of the shops as
well. Curtis knew drug deals went on there, and more than a few backhand trade
deals. He wasn’t surprised that Nick demanded he meet him there–the bloody man
probably used it as an office away from home. A lot of things were becoming
clearer to Curtis as time went on, and since he’d shared his history with
Riley. He recalled how Nick was always welcomed wherever they went but,
strangely, not with any warmth. Curtis suspected Nick had more than a few
businesses gripped by the short and curlies so they’d do what he wanted. He’d