When I drove there I unloaded at the storage facility by myself. There wasn't that much, so even with the fucked up hand, I could do it. Making it and... distributing it was a problem for me, but it had to be done. Well it had to be done, if I wanted to do anything on the edge.The law would be looking for me, or for whoever was responsible for a fact. They didn't care that it was me. Now the bootleggers would be looking to crush the competition. They could be a bigger problem, but that was just. ?Sorry, gotta run,? she reiterated, although she was pretty sure that was impossible in these shoes. ?How much is that thousand dollars really going to help, Ms. White?? Nikki spun around, something surprisingly easily to do with an elongated heel. A middle-aged man wearing a nondescript but expensive business suit stood in front of her, a black briefcase in one hand, a business card in another. ?That’s really none of your-? ?A good university education probably. I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel my presence.I sat down calmly on the grass, never taking my eyes off of him. The stone just stared back at me. If Nicole was allowed to talk to her brother, so was I, and I had a hell of a lot to say.“You recognize me, Mitch?” I asked, my voice smouldering. “It’s Adam. Adam Watson.” Go figure, there was no response. I didn’t need a response. I just wanted, on the off chance that he was listening, for him to sit down and listen to me.I stood up and began. All my 16 year old brain could think of was if her underwear was red to match her bra and nothing else. Not sure if I was answering her question. When we got the house Lisa and Toni where sun tanning in the back yard. They lived in a quiet neighborhood at the end of the block with only one other house on the west side of theirs and the busy street with a tall fence on the east side. The west side had tall trees so the neighbors couldn’t see in the yard. The girls got up and walked over to me.