Chapter 28

They were in Lionel’s cab getting the hell out of the Bronx. Steven wore a pair of black slacks, an evergreen dress shirt, and black dress shoes that were made out of fake leather. Steven asked Lionel if he heard of a hooker named Liza.

Lionel hadn’t but knowing the name on the side of the bag Derek had been carrying was a clothing store, knowing that the motel charged by the hour, and Steven asking about a particular hooker, he knew what had happened. “Some ho got you good, huh?”

“Yeah. Real good,” Steven said with a deep frown.

“Don’t feel too bad, man. It’s been many a time I’ve driven naked men home from this neighborhood – the roach motel included. Did she put something in your drink?”

“No. Something was in that joint she offered me other than weed.”

“Aaah,” Lionel said with understanding.

“What I don’t get is why she didn’t pass out, too? She took two hits off of it.”

“Are you sure she inhaled, bruh?” Lionel asked.

“Ye - well, I can’t be a hundred percent certain.”

“Uh huh. Som