Matt said. “What did you say?” Danimal asked the question slowly, as if he really was wondering what Matt had asked him. In addition, Danimal looked almost scared, as though there was some detail Matt was missing in asking him to make the call, and it was a damn important one. “I asked if maybe you could call Bucky,” said Matt. “I don’t know if that’s possible, or something you can do, or if you even have his number, but if you can call, maybe he can help. He’s who’s in control of all of this, right?” “All what?” Danimal asked the question at the same time that he opened a beer with shaking hands, dropping the cap on the floor and then taking a long drink from the bottle. “All of this,” Matt said, spreading his arms. “All this meth stuff, the hookers in the RV, all the dirty stuff here—that’s his operation, right?” “Look, man,” stammered Danimal, “you’re new here, and just passing through. You don’t know some of the things going on behind the scenes here.
