She couldn’t tell Tasha that she was out doing drugs with Scratch in an alley, so her mind raced, trying to figure out a legit story. Manolo kept close tabs on his girls, and if the money didn’t add up at the end of the night, there would definitely be a price to pay. As far as Halleigh was concerned, she had paid her share to the piper, and there was no way she was going to set herself up to endure any more torment at the hands of Manolo. What the fuck can I tell her? I’ve been gone for hours and shot all of my money up in my veins? I don’t know . . . Before Halleigh could finish her thought, she got an idea. She turned around and headed back to the alley. When she got there, she found Scratch pushing the last of the drug from the needle into his veins. “Want to make some money?” she asked Scratch. “Do pigs oink?” was his reply. “Hell yeah, Scratch wanna make some money!” “I got an idea. Follow me,” Halleigh said as she led him back to her hotel. Halleigh rested her hand on the telephone, making sure that Scratch understood what to say.
