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I was tall, well over six feet I had dark hair and dark eyes that chicks like to tell me madeimportant to say, which led to my not-unjustified, badass aura Plus I owned aon was pretty nice to look at I wouldn’t win ait just the sa twisted fro broken more than once But possibly the most noticeable difference betweenaround was the tattoo of a small black star inked next to the outside corner of ht it was a brilliant idea when I was sixteen and high Now I still thought it was cool in an intih to tattoo , an all-right-looking thug, but a thug nonetheless

I needed to get a handle on Race and get back into so’s bed Roxie was off the table if she was going to sell ot my rocks off I never did trust her She played the role of innocent-girl-next-door too well Especially since she was as far from innocent as any one person could be Annoyed at how the first few hours ofout, I put in a call to an old contact

“Hey”

Silence met my ears from the other end of the call I tossed the smoke and slid behind the wheel ofRoxie or knocking Benny around ever could

“Who is this?” Everyone I kneas a suspicious bastard That was especially true when the person on the other end of the call happened to be a rather successful drug dealer

“It’s Bax”

“When did you get out?”

“Today”

“Already looking for a score?”

Hell no Five years without ain Itto screw up noas going to do it clean and sober

I told the dealer in a flat tone, “No I’ot busted and showed up a little while agonoise at Novak No one’s seen him Have you?”

More silence There was a fifty-fifty shot I was going to get an honest answer I hoped ht to put the fear of God into people If not, I would just have to go knock soether and earn it back

“No I tried to hit hiet e parties and I could split the take with hi my calls”

Good for Race

“He still at the school?”

“No one knows I know Novak kept eyes on hihost”

“I need to find him” I made sure the seriousness of the situation was hard inon the other end of the phone, and the sound of rustling like he was getting out of bed Even drug dealers need a good night’s sleep, I guess

“Look, last I heard he was staying with so hiot there”

The Point here I grew up It was the opposite of the Hill, where Race grew up I didn’t like the sound of that at all