Dirty Black Summer Chapter 3

"Do you have some extra cash on you?" Trina asked from the passenger seat as we headed downtown to meet Summer's Husband.

"Why?" I turned and asked.

"I told Larry while we were IM'ing earlier that I would bring some blow to the room...as drunk as he was I thought he was just kidding and I told him I'd do what I could," Trina sighed.

"It probably wouldn't be a bad idea though," she continued. "A couple of lines in the state he's already in and he'd be completely at ease...having the drug use on film probably wouldn't hurt either. My connection hangs out at a bar a few blocks up...just stop for a few seconds and I can run in and then we'll be on our way."

"Great," I said to myself at the thought of having to shell out a couple of hundred bucks for someone else's booger sugar.

Taking a good look at Summer in the rearview as she rested in the back seat, the duel glow of satisfaction and anticipation acting as an aura around her spent body, I convinced myself I really couldn't put a price tag on the fun we'd had today. So I reached into my breast pocket and peeled off the cash for Trina's dealer. If it meant Summer would have the piano to hold over her Husband's head to keep sole custody of her kids, it was a small price to pay.

Once we'd stopped so Trina could pick up her evening's worth of fine Colombian, we made our way to the hotel. Driving around the parking lot twice, we finally spotted Larry's brand new Lexus.

"He's here...And it looks like he's at least taken the used rubber off his windshield wiper," I cracked, bringing a quizzical look to Trina's face.

"Inside joke," I told her which illicit a wry chuckle from Summer in the back seat.

Once we'd picked out a parking spot in the far back corner of the lot, I backed into the relatively unlit space and went over the plan once more.

"I'm gonna call Larry one time before heading up to the room...just to make sure his head's on straight and to tell him I got the coke," Trina offered.