Chapter 87

'How the fuck did my shit get to the police?" Richie yelled as he scowled at Timmy, the lad he put in charge of the joint at the coffee shop. "Don't fucking stand there staring at me like a dummy? You should have some explanation to justify your mistake so don't get on my nerves with your silence. Go on, speak,” he propped his chin in his palm and blinked at Timmy.

"I-i don't know, sir, but I will get to the end of it before the end of today. Someone must have messed up under my nose. I will sniff them up and clean this up," Timmy pressed his lips together and balled his fingers into fists. "I assure you," a line set in his jaw, and his brows knitted as he stared straight at Richie.

"You know, I like Timmy. You're fierce and brave, hell you're staring right at me and saying that to my face, knowing I could put a bullet in your head and find somebody willing to do better than this," Richie coughed a dry laugh and bobbed his head sideways. "You better clean this mess or we're going to h