It's night, and we're by some kind of huge minaret-looking construction that, for some reason, makes the words "Death is your gift" pop into my head. But the bikers are having a hearing. Hector admits that he sold the Ecstasy to Dick, but he says he didn't get it from the Fitzpatricks: "Some white boy asked me to get him some. He looked dumb, and desperate." Well, his story holds up so far. Hector adds that he got Dick to agree to a jacked price, bought the drugs from another white boy he knows deals, thereby skimming a nice profit. That sounds like a brilliant idea to me, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I was an options trader for ten years. Weevil is surprised that Hector knows an 09er drug dealer, but Hector tells him his sister works with the 09er's dad. Weevil demands a name.









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