Chapter 38

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Bert tried to destroy me. He left the band, and me, and then he outed me,” Jed says, trying to be reasonable.

“Do you know how many times he’s been in rehab? He spent all his money from your stupid band trying to get clean. And I still have to track him down in alleyways and crack houses, peel him off floors, take him to the hospital when he ODs again,” Peter rants, ignoring Jed.

“Bert had a drug problem when I knew him. I tried to help him, but he didn’t want my help. He didn’t want to quit. I’m not to blame for the way his life is now. You want me to suffocate in a box in the desert because Bert still does coke?” Jed can hardly believe it. He’s been scared for months, living in fear of his mystery stalker, and this is why?

“He never would have touched drugs if not for you and your fucking band,” Peter growls.