“You have to understand one thing about the pimping game, Andre,” said Hanger.
They were sitting in Andre’s car in a McDonalds parking lot. The car faced out to the gas station across the street.
Andre looked at him, nervous. “What’s that?”
“You can never let the hoes run the game. Not ever. Once that happens, it’s over,” said Hanger, his fingers miming an explosion.
This was the first time they had seen each other since Andre had passed Kristin over and all hell had broken loose. Hanger knew that Andre had given up information. That meant one thing. Andre owed him.
“Yeah, I feel you,” said Andre.
“I know you do,” said Hanger, digging into his jacket and pulling out a scrap of paper with an address scrawled on it in blue pen.
It had taken some time to get the address. There had been a lot of phone calls. At first, he hadn’t gotten anywhere. Then he’d found a girl who was looking to get back into the life. She was strung out, in need of a fix. In return for Hanger making sure the sickness stopped, she had given it up. Junkie were like that. They’d do anything, betray anyone, as long as they could feel okay again.
Andre looked at the scrap of paper.
“What you want me to do?” he asked Hanger.
“We’ll get to that,” said Hanger, a smile creeping over his face.