Billy backed the truck out if it's space, the phone crunching under the tire. Not a word was uttered as he guided the truck out of the small lot. Onto the street. But he seemed to be headed away from the main drag. It was like he had an intuition for the darkest, shadiest streets possible. If his vehicle were smaller, he'd probably be taking narrow alleys as well.
He wondered just how observant Mike would be. The passenger door was obviously rigged. It couldn't be opened from the inside. The handle to do so had been completely removed. As was the crank to lower the window. Just the bolt where it was meant to be attached poked out of the door. The truck was old enough that doors, windows and locks were completely manual.
Ten minutes into his indirect drive, he finally spoke. Answering a question that Mike had given earlier. "If you want Oxy, it's a hundred and twenty. Minimum."
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Date: 2015-07-15 08:06 am (UTC)He wondered just how observant Mike would be. The passenger door was obviously rigged. It couldn't be opened from the inside. The handle to do so had been completely removed. As was the crank to lower the window. Just the bolt where it was meant to be attached poked out of the door. The truck was old enough that doors, windows and locks were completely manual.
Ten minutes into his indirect drive, he finally spoke. Answering a question that Mike had given earlier. "If you want Oxy, it's a hundred and twenty. Minimum."