Chapter 266

"How's it going, Squirrel?" Drew asked as he and Dalton arrived at the predetermined meeting place and got off their bikes.

"I've been better."

Taking a good look at the other man, Drew realized he spoke the truth. Squirrel had definitely seen better days. His skin was pale, and it looked like, even though it was not a hot day, he was sweating. As they got closer, they could smell the stench of an addict needing a fix. He'd obviously been sweating for a while, and the blood on his arm told them both he'd taken the fixation of picking at his skin.

"You're not gonna go crazy on us, are you?" Dalton asked, pulling back his cut to show Squirrel that he carried. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to. Don't go insane, stay level. You got me?"

Squirrel scratched his arm, his eyes darting this way and that. "I got you, but we're gonna have to hurry, because I'm gonna need my fucking money."

Drew widened his stance and braced his feet. "Nah, man, you don't tell us what we