Landon lit a joint, took two deep hits, and reached to pass it to Shay. The table wasn’t quite full, but Miller didn’t seem to give a shit. It was Miller, Blaine, Shay, Landon, Griffin, and Gaige. “Where’s everyone else?” Landon asked. “Jace is on a run with Nate,” Griffin said. “Working out some details for the fight.” “Fight?” “We’ve got one about five miles north of here,” Gaige said. “Set up by Jimmy from the garage.” “Jimmy,” Miller said. “Dirty fucking prick. Must have run out of pussy money.” “He’s charging ten a head to get in,” Griffin said. “That’s fucked,” Shay said. “Nobody will pay that.” “Some assholes will, because they think they need to,” Landon said. “Whatever,” Miller said. “Right now we need to decide on the action. Our friend, Jonesy, is really looking for some serious cash to figure out this bombing bullshit. I’m not in the mood to fuck around with him, so we need to clean up. Big time.” “Well, what cash do we have?”
