Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Axel shifted on his feet. He was trying to judge my story, I could tell. “How do I know you’re saying the truth.”
“You’ve got to trust me here. You trusted me enough to put my dick in your mouth, so…”
“Good point. Good point.” His shoulders lost the tension in them. “All right, well, I guess I can help a local business, huh? My dealer won’t mind that. Here, this is his screen name. You have to download Slap, the chat app.”
Axel showed me the screen name: Dank69.
“Wow,” I deadpanned, “he’s a creative one, huh?”
“He’s got great stuff, dude. Dragon, weed, coke. Whatever you want, he has it. He’s a nice guy for the most part, too. I’m sure he’ll help you with this drug expansion thing you’re doing. Just, uh, just meet him in public. He can be a little bit of a loose cannon sometimes.”
My brow arched like the London Bridge. “What’s that mean?” I needed to know as much as possible about this Dank69 character before I met him. Preparation was key to a good investigation, and the last thing I wanted was to trigger some kind of angry reaction from this guy which would then close off one of the biggest leads I’d gotten yet. And in this case, time was crucial. My story may have been fake, but I had no doubt there were real plans underway on getting this drug out to the masses. It reminded me of the Krokodil drug that started to take hold in Russia, even with its face-eating side effects.
I needed to stop Dragon before it spread past Club Trinity, before it took any more lives.
“He can get passionate, that’s all. Like I said, he’s not a bad guy. Now can I have my drugs back?”
“Yeah, sure.” I tossed the bag clear past Axel, the pills dropping into the disgusting toilet water behind him with a satisfying splash.
“What the fuck!” I knew what would come next, so I was ready for it. The fist came flying through the air, and I caught it in one hand. Axel’s eyes widened in surprise (and most likely a little bit of pain) as I twisted his arm, maneuvering us in the small space so that he was up against the wall, both arms restrained now, with my leg locking his in place.
“That drug has killed more than ten people in the last two weeks since it’s shown up. People describe feeling their insides melting and their skin sloughing off from heat. Do you really want that? If you do, you can dig through that infestation of a toilet yourself and hope those pills still work after they’ve been soaked in radioactive piss.”
I let him go. He seemed much more calm about things now, but I wasn’t about to stay around for another chat. I unlatched the door and stepped out into the busy and dimly lit bathroom, no one any the wiser as to what had gone down in the stall, everyone too busy in their own drunken worlds to care.
The club itself was one of my favorites. I didn’t go out often, but when I did, I enjoyed what Club Trinity had to offer. It was a multitiered dance club with a different vibe on every floor, with an outdoor area that tied another section of the club together with the rest of the five totally different spots you could go and hang out. Each one played different music and had their own bars. A couple of the rooms had droolworthy men writhing on top of slightly raised stages, multicolored lights bouncing off their ripped and toned bodies, all of them wearing colorful sneakers, skimpy briefs, and absolutely nothing else.
It was a good time.
I made my way through two of the rooms, walking past plenty of guys making out and a couple possibly doing much more. The rooms were dark, with separate ambiances in each. One I walked through was set with dark red lights and leather furnishings, along with a few crystal chandeliers spinning like disco balls, their bulbs swapped out to match the red hue. I kept my eyes peeled as I walked, scanning the dense crowds, making sure I didn’t spot any more of those clear plastic baggies with their little green pills.
When I made it outside to the front of the club, I first took a big gulp of fresh air and then I pulled out my phone. I downloaded the app Axel had told me about and sent a message to the one contact I was interested in: “Got Dragon?”
“Who’s this?” a message shot back.
“A friend. I want to buy some Dragon from you.”
Dots appeared on the screen and then disappeared. He was typing something. I waited, leaning back on a lamppost. Nearby, a couple of girls were trying to get into the club, but one was clearly drunk out of her mind, and the bouncer was not having it. The friends were trying to convince him she was fine, but the way her eyes crossed and the fact that two of the friends had to hold her up wasn’t exactly helping their case.