Chapter 2
I got up at ten. The night before I set my alarm for ten to give myself enough time to shower, get dressed, eat, and make my way over to the drug house.
I'm nervous about how this first day is gonna go. I need to be sharp. I need to be on my best game both as a potential drug dealer and as an undercover detective. This might be one of the most important parts of the whole undercover investigation. Getting into the ring to get the inside information that I need all hinges on my 'skills' in the next few hours and even days. I need to be accepted by these people and pulled into their group.
The trek from my studio apartment to the drug house is about twenty minutes on foot. I made sure that I left my apartment with enough time and as I approach the house I look down at my watch and see that I am four minutes early. Promptness can only be a plus in this situation.
I walk up the sidewalk to the front door. I know I can't enter the way that I exited the last time I was here. The thought passes my mind that there might be some password or code that I need to know. But I wasn't told any code so I seriously hope that's not the case.
I knock three times on the thick wooden front door of the house. I look around the neighborhood while I wait for someone to answer the door or for further instruction. It seems like an alright neighborhood but it's definitely not Fifth Avenue. Some of the house are rundown and in need of some upgrades. I don't know how the crime is in the neighborhood, obviously, apart from the house I am standing in front of.
A noise alerts me back to the front door. I look up at the door and a little slot in the door is now open. Two squinting eyes look out at me. I'm not sure if I should say who I am or maybe smile at the person on the other side of the door. A second passes before the eyes pull back and the little slot closes.
The door opens revealing who the eyes belong to. Karofsky. He motions for me to enter the building quickly with a wave of two of his fingers. He doesn't say anything to me and I'm finding out that he is a man of few words. I'm okay with that. We don't need to have any conversation. I have a feeling that he wouldn't freely divulge information about his boss or what he does or the drug house anyway.
When I step inside he closes the door behind me and then ushers me down the short hallway that we are now in. It's strange. I thought that maybe I had an idea of how the house was laid out after my visit the other day but I was wrong. The small hallway seems to come to a dead end. There is a door on the left at the end of the hallway but that's all I can see.
Karofsky steps in front of me and somehow, by a series of hand movements and pushes against the wall, makes it open up. A opening forms in the wall. On the other side of the 'door' is the room that I was in the other day. The room with the chairs, and the card tables, and the throne where the boss sat. I didn't even know there was another way into the room. From the quick look around it the other day I would have never known. I figured there was one way in and one way out, through the garage door. This hidden door in the wall. It's impressive.
I step inside and the thug Karofsky closes the 'door' behind me. I glance around the room quickly. Sugar is here.
"Hey, Eva. How've ya been?" She asks almost immediately.
I shrug. "Okay." I scan the room more carefully now. It's just her and the same items that were in the room the other day. It's less smoky but still dimly lit. "I didn't sleep too great last night. But, I think that's cuz I was nervous about today." I lie. I slept great last night. Even though my apartment is tiny and not in the greatest neighbor my bed is warm and comfortable. I was able to clear my mind and slept like a log.
"Ya shouldn't be nervous. It'll all go fine. Actually, I think that's why I'm here." She smiles at me and it draws me to her.
I walk across the room to where Sugar is sitting at one of the card tables and take a seat next to her. "Why do ya say that?" I ask curiously. This might be the first time I can get any information persistent to this operation.
"Danny doesn't usually have me come in this early." She explains. I tilt my head to the side. Danny? I give her my best confused look. It's not fake, I really am confused as to who Danny is. She must see it too cuz she continues. "Danny is my boss, well, our boss now I guess."
Ah ha. Now I have a first name for the drug boss. I just need a last name now. The greedy, need information now, part of me wants to ask Sugar right now what his last name is. But, that might come across as suspicious. I can't be perceived as suspicious by anyone or this mission will be over before really even started.
"Oh. Right." I say coyly with an added nod of the head. "So, what do you think will happen today. Like, what might we do?" I ask, trying to keep a conversation going with this girl. She seems airy and aloof but not stupid. I'm sure she knows the protocol and what usually happens around here. She was the new girl once, right?
"Prolly boring fuckin' shit. Rules, prices, sales techniques, that sort of mundane crap." Sugar rolls her eyes as she speaks. Girl sure is full of herself.
This Sugar girl seems like a odd character. She seems harmless and yet there is a quality about her that makes me not want to get too close. Like she could snap at any minute. Not necessarily that she could just up and kill a person but maybe shout and scream at them for no real reason.
A few minutes pass and I check my watch anxiously. I was here promptly just before ten but it's now almost five minutes after. A few more minutes pass before the door I left through the last night- the one that leads to the garage- opens. In walks, the boss, Danny. Behind him is another figure. The person steps through the door and I recognize them as the blonde woman from last night, the one that was sitting at the side of the room.
"Good ladies, you are here. We just went out for breakfast." Danny says with a nod towards the blonde. He walks through the room and takes a seat in his throne like chair. Instead of sitting at the side of the room, like last night, the blonde sits in a chair to the right of Danny.
I look between the two as Danny lights a cigarette. Danny pays more attention to the cancer stick between his lips than anything else in the room. The blonde is the complete opposite. As soon as she sat down it seemed like her eyes where on me. I could feel them on me so I looked over at her. Making eye contact she smiles at me. It's not like that weird closed-lipped smile from last night. This is a genuine smile. She seems warm and welcoming and she makes me want to smile back but I don't. Like before, I don't know who she is or what damage she could do. I have to be cautious around everyone, especially at first.
"Let's get started." Danny speaks up and I avert my eyes from the woman back to him. "First, come sit closer. Both of you." He points to the closest two chairs to him. I get up from my chair and move to the seat directly in front of him- about four or five feet away. Sugar takes the seat to my right.
"Alright, now, today Sugar you will be training Santana in all the things that we do here." Danny says puffing away on his cigarette.
"I knew it." Sugar grumbles. "Why do I have to do it?" She whines from my side. That doesn't seem like a smart thing to do, but hey, I'm not gonna stop her.
"Hey." Danny gets to his feet. He takes two threatening steps towards us. He stops in front of Sugar and points a stiff finger in her face. "I don't want any bitchin' from you. You are the one who brought Eva here. You are gonna be the you to show her the ropes. You are a pain in my ass but surprisingly you have the best sales out of the whole business. I don't know how you do it and I don't really care. I want you to train Eva and you will do it. Are we clear?"
I don't dare look over at Sugar or the boss while he scolds her. I can hear her swallow after he is finished talking, that's how quiet it is in the room afterwards. "Yes, sir." She whispers.
Scary.
Danny retreats and sits back down in his seat. He clears his throat before he speaks again. I look up and he is looking right at me. "This afternoon Sugar will show you the ropes. She will be your mentor. If you have any questions, go to her for the answers. She will explain how everything runs and then tonight the both of you will go out on the street."
He turns his attention back to Sugar and I release the breath that I was holding. "Sugar will do all of the selling and Eva will stand by and watch how a proper deal should go down. At the end of the night you are free to go home. Easy as that." He rubs his hands together, satisfied with himself.
"Eva, you will come back in two days. 'Round six in the evening, say. We will go over a few things. Just you and me. Sugar you can resume your regular schedule starting tomorrow. I hope you are both good with this plan. I think it's pretty flawless myself." He smirks.
I know he's no good. He's a drug boss, among other things, but he also seems to be a smug prick. But, I must grin and bear it, as they say. I have a mission and I need to come through with it.
"Sounds good to me." I make my voice known. I don't want the guy to think I'm afraid of him or anything. I know when to say something and when to hold my tongue.
"Yep." Sugar agrees.
"Great." Danny says with more enthusiasm then he needs. He stands and move through the room exiting through the door to the garage. I wonder where he is going and what he does with his day. I wonder if he has more meetings or if he has other illegal activities to tend to.
As he leaves I get a better look at his features. As I suspected, his hair does have a reddish tint to it. I didn't see into his eyes though, not that I want to but I know I could definitely identify him in a line up. That's the first step.
The door shuts with a slam causing the wall that holds the door to shake. I look around the dim room hoping it doesn't cave in on us. It seems like an okay structure but you never know. This room is obviously a secret room so it could have been constructed poorly.
I'm ready to get to work when my eyes stop on something. I frown. Why didn't she leave when Danny left? The blonde sits unmoving from her seat.
"Let's get this shitfest started." Sugar grumbles. She rises from her folding chair and goes over to one of the two card tables.
I don't move from my seat though. My eyes are trained on the blonde at the front of the room. She seems like she is content to just sit there. Doesn't she have better things to do? Go out and sell some drugs, maybe? She looks at me, her eyes glued to me, but she won't make eye contact with me.
"What about her?" I ask Sugar, keeping my focus on the woman.
Sugar chuckles darkly. "Don't mind her. That's just Brittany. Let's get goin'?"
Brittany. I squint my eyes, taking in her appearance and presence more closely. Brittany. The name seems to fit the girl. With her blonde hair and cat-like blue eyes.
"Eva." Sugar shouts. I jump up from my chair and go over to the card table where she has a bunch of stuff set out. Working for the police department I recognize nearly all of the items on the table. Drugs. Drug paraphernalia. Glass pipes. Scales for weighing. Clear plastic sandwich bags. Prescription pill bottles. A tiny mirror. Basically, you name it, Sugar has it.
"Where'd ya get all this?" I ask more out of curiosity than detective work.
"That's for me ta know and for ya not ta worry 'bout." She smirks.
Guess I won't be finding out the answer to that one today.
Sugar shows me everything that she thinks I need to know. Which is a lot. A lot more than I thought. There are a lot of numbers to remember. Prices. Then there are the house rules.
The whole time Sugar and I work the Brittany girl sits there and watches. I look over at the girl a couple of times just to see what she is doing. She doesn't say a single word while we are all in the room. She just sits in her chair and watches as Sugar shows me what to do and not do. A couple of times when I look over I catch her watching us. Our eyes meet but she always looks away immediately.
She's very interesting. Mostly I want to know what she is doing here. Just sitting. Watching. What is her purpose? What role does she pay in Danny's world?
I leave the apartment with one goal in mind. Contact Puckerman. I can't just pick up any old phone and call him up. It needs to be as untraceable as possible. I don't have a landline in the apartment for the simply fact that I would never use it. If Danny got suspicious I'm sure he could get a hold of my phone records. I have a cell phone but I probably won't use that either. It stays at the apartment ninety-five percent of the time.
The only way to go about calling Puck is to go to a payphone. It can be traced by the police but is harder for a 'criminal' to trace. A payphone also gives me more assurance that no one has bugged the phone and is listening. And I can choose which payphone to use at random.
I walk about half a dozen blocks. I passed three payphones already but decided that they were to close to the apartment. If Danny found out where I lived, he could narrow down any payphone that I use. On the next block I spot a payphone and make the decision that that's the one I will use for this phone call. The next time I make a call to Puck, though, I will have to find a different phone.
"Answer the phone. Answer the phone. Answer the phone." I mumble as the phone rings and rings. I can't afford to keep calling him. He needs to pick up now. I can't stand at this payphone for more than two calls without bringing suspicion to myself. I'm in no mood to walk a longer distance to another payphone just to try again.
"Hello, this is Detective Puckerman, how can I help you?" Puck answers his phone by the department protocol. I have to roll my eyes. It's stupid. It's just me but I guess he doesn't know that.
"Jesus Christ, Puckerman. Cut the crap." I chuckle into the payphone receiver.
"Lopez, oh my god. How are you? Are you okay? What's going on? Are you in trouble? What about the operation? Do you need-"
"Stop." I whisper-yell into the phone. "I'm fine." I look around me cautiously. I don't need to have anyone hear me yelling into the phone. Thinking I'm crazy, or angry, or in an way bringing attention to myself. I need to be as inconspicuous as possible. If no one remembers me at the payphone, that's the best scenario.
"Oh. Good. Where are you calling from?" The idiot asks. For a detective Puck really is dumb sometimes.
"You know I can't tell you that."
"I know, I just-"
"You just, what? You know what, nevermind. We need to make this quick." I inform the man and look around me again. Checking my surrounding for anything suspicious. I don't have any reason to be so far but you can never be cautious enough when you are undercover. "I'll tell you what I got so far. I just recently got into the house you've been watching and investigating. The leaders name is Danny. I don't have a last name yet. There are a couple of other people that I met so far. One's a dealer, one's a thug, and the other I don't know what she does yet. But, I'm gonna be selling starting tomorrow, I think. And for me to pull that off I'm gonna need more money. I told Danny that I have some friends that I can sell to but that's obviously a lie. But, he doesn't know that. To pull this off I'm gonna need more money from you." I stop and lick my lips thinking if that was all I had to tell him or if there was more.
"Okay. Good work, Lopez."
"Don't call me that you idiot. My name is Eva Garcia. Use it." I remind him. We agreed to that name before I went undercover. He should be using it and he knows that.
"Sorry. So, do you want to arrange an exchange or something or should I send it to you. Do you have a mailbox at your apartment?"
"Oh, shit. I don't have a mailbox in my building. I forgot to get a PO Box too. We are going to have to make an exchange. But, I can't just met you. If I'm being monitored, which I don't think I am. Danny seems to trust me. So far. They know who you are. You said they've seen you before so you're gonna have to dress up in a disguise."
"What? Oh, hell no. I'm not doing that." Puck whines through the phone.
"You don't really have a choice, boy. It's either that or risk the whole operation. You need me and I need you. If you want this to work you need to disguise yourself so no one recognizes you. We can met at the coffee shop down on the corner of my block. Ten am tomorrow. After that I will set up a PO Box for any exchanges."
"Fine." He grumbles. Puck knows I'm right and he needs to do what I say. He wouldn't admit it though.
"Good. See ya tomorrow." I say and abruptly hang up the call. I hang the phone back on the little hook and looking around the payphone one more time before I walk back to my apartment.
I go back to the drug house the next day at six. When I reach the door I knock as I was told how by Sugar. She said knock three times in a row, wait, and then knock two more times. That's a sign for Karofsky. He knows who it is just by their knock.
The little slot slides open. I spot his eyes the second before the slot closes and the door starts to open. He ushers me inside quickly and then closes and locks the big wooden door.
"Evening." I say with a tiny, polite smile. The big thug just nods his head once. I roll my eyes and walk down the hallway to the end. He follows me which is good cuz I still don't know how he opened the secret door the other day. I have thought a lot about it in my free time and I can't figure out the sequence that Karofsky used even though I watched him do it.
When I reach the end of the hallway he steps up behind me and does his thing. It's so cool and amazing. I look on as his hands move. It doesn't seem as complex today as it did the first day. "How do you do that?" I ask. Karofsky shrugs and the secret door in the wall pops open. I'll have to ask Sugar about it the next time I see her. I wonder if he's the only one who gets to open the secret door or if at some point I will get the opportunity to learn the sequence.
Once the door closes behind me I get a chance to look around the room. It's nearly the same as the last two times I've been in it. Folding chairs litter the area. Two card tables are still sit up in the room. One of them moved from where it was before. Danny's throne chair at the front of the room hasn't moved even an inch. It's still dimly lit and reeks of smoke.
Danny sits in his chair and I worry that I am late. I look down at my wristwatch. 6:02.
"Don't worry. You're not late." Danny's voice interrupts my panic of whether or not two minutes after six is late. I raise my eyes from my wrist and glance over in his direction. "We've just gotten done with another meeting a few minutes ago." He says in explanation.
It takes a second to register who the 'we' is but when I glance to his side there sit's the woman that I know now as Brittany. She nods at me when our eyes connect. Not like the other day when every time I looked at her she would look away. I nod back before looking back to Danny. He looks on me with a smug smile. It's unnerving. Why is he smiling like that?
"Let's get started." He says. "I'm gonna give you some stuff to sell to your friends. That's how you are gonna start out. I'm not gonna drop you out there with the amount that Sugar has or anything, we will easy you into this. You seem like a smart girl, Eva. A good head on your shoulders. What is it that your friends want?"
I clear my throat. "Coke."
"Good." He stands from his seat and walks towards me. It takes all the power in me to not back away from him, even though that's what my instincts are telling me to do. "I'll tell Karofsky." Danny finally comes to a stop about a foot in front of me. He stares me down and I do my best to hold his gaze. "Now. I want all of it sold in the next forty-eight hours. I want the money exactly two days from now or else." He threatens.
"Yes, sir. Got it." I nod my understanding.
"I have to go, Eva. Have a good evening." He says and pats me on the shoulder before stepping past me. "Karofsky will be in with what you need." Danny says before he disappears from the room.
When I know for sure that the door is closed and he is gone I slump down into one of the chairs. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath in an effort to calm myself down a little. Danny is a very intimidating guy, scary even. But, I guess, that's how he does what he does. You can't be weak or a pushover if you are a drug dealer.
A noise nearly makes me fall out of my chair. I snap my eyes up to investigate. My eyes immediately land on the girl that sits across the room from me. That's when I remember that I am not alone in this room.
Brittany watches me carefully as the realization crosses my face. Obviously, I knew she was in the room when I first got here, but then Danny was talking with me and it seemed to have slipped my mind.
"Hi." I say carefully. For her part, Brittany doesn't say anything or do anything. She just sits there in her chair next to Danny's throne chair. "So, this is awkward." I mumble and rub the back of my neck with my left hand.
I'm not sure what I'm suppose to do. I have to wait for Karofsky to come and bring me my drugs, but other then that what am I suppose to do. Just sit here, I guess. But, like a said, this is awkward. Sitting here with this girl that I don't know and who seems to have absolutely no intention of speaking with me makes me uncomfortable.
Should I ask her questions and try and start a conversation? Should I just sit here and not say anything? Mind me own business. I hope Karofsky isn't long.
I still don't know what role this girl plays in this operation. I'm starting to think that she is here just to watch me. Like a designated babysitter. Maybe that's her role. She is to watch all of Danny's 'workers' and then report back to him on their behavior or if she see's them doing anything suspicious. Maybe that's the whole deal with her.
I keep an eye on her. The whole time I am looking at her she isn't looking at me. But, I know that she is watching me when I look away because when I do eventually bring my eyes back to hers she looks away. It's like a very strange game of cat and mouse.
After about fifteen minutes of this the secret door in the wall opens. I turn just in time to see Karofsky coming into the room. He has a brown paper lunch bag in one hand. I stand from my seat as he approaches me. He holds out the bag for me and I take it from him. "Thank you." I say unsure of what to say exactly.
"Forty-eight hours." He says gruffly.
I nod. And he nods. Karofsky turns and leaves the room. I look around one more time before I go. My eyes fall on the blonde girl that still sits at the front of the room. She meets my eyes and smiles.
"Bye." I turn from her and walk to the side door that leads to the garage. I'm not sure if it would be okay to go out the way I came in. I don't know the rules about that. Part of me thinks that secret door in the wall is just for entering. I've only seen anyone come into the room through that door but neither leave through it.
I reach the door to the garage and wrap my hand around the knob and pull it open. "Bye, Eva." My head swivels around at the sound of a voice that I've never heard before. My eyes are wide.
Brittany sits there with the prettiest smile on her face. It lights up her whole face. It light up the whole damn room. It's not just any old smile. It's a true, honest smile. Not fake and not like any smile I've seen from her before. Though, I've only seen two or three, but they were all the same boring, polite, sort of smile. This is different. It's like she is smiling not only with her mouth or her lips but with her eyes.
On impulse I smile back at her. She giggles and nods her head to the side, to the door. A cue, a signal, for me to leave. A nod at her and make my exit.
As I am not really selling the cocaine I need to pick an appropriate time to go back to Danny with the money. It's been twenty-four hours since I was at the drug house. But, what is the correct amount of time to pass before I return. How long would it take for the average drug dealer to get into contact with their clients and sell all of their product?
I don't want to go back too soon and have something go wrong. Danny might think that I didn't sell all the drugs or something, but I would have the money and an item bag to prove that I did. What if he thinks I'm an expert at selling and ups my amount right away. I don't need to be responsible for large amounts of drugs. That's only gonna cause problems as far as I can see.
Twenty-four hours seems to short and I don't want to wait the whole forty-eight hours. If I go in there at the last second then it seems like I can't sell the product. Middle of the road is probably the best.
When I left the apartment it was after eleven-thirty which means it's probably about noon now. I just hope that I came at the right time and that someone is here. Wouldn't that be something? If I should up with the money and no one was at the house. But, the odds of that are slim. I'm not sure about all drug houses but most of them have someone trustworthy there twenty-four, seven.
When I enter the room through the secret door in the wall Danny is there. He looks over at me when he hears me enter but goes back to talking with someone.
A young man with light brown hair stands before Danny. All I can see of the man is his back while he faces Danny. But, I do recognize something that I don't hear too often. An accent. At first I think it's British, but then the more the young man speaks the more of a listen I get and realize that it's not British but Irish.
He and Danny seems to be in some kind of argument. Danny hasn't raised his voice but when he does speak it is stern and staccato. They argue back and forth about something. I'm not sure what.
I try to eavesdrop without looking like I am. I stand in the corner and wait. The words they speak are in hushed mad tones. I hear something about missing money and revenge. Whatever it is doesn't sound good.
After a few minutes the Irish guy leaves. But, he leaves through the front of the room. By where Danny's throne chair is but to the right of the chair as you are looking at it. I hear the click of a door that I didn't know was there. I take a step forward to address Danny but I hear the same door open. In walks the blonde girl. Brittany. Did I really not know that there was a door there?
She walks in front of Danny with a quiet 'hi' and then takes a seat in her chair to his right. I eye her curiously as she gets situated in the seat. I still haven't figured out what exactly the blonde's role is in all of this. Everything that I thought of is just that, thoughts. I have no hard evidence that she does anything but sit here in this room.
Sugar sells drugs. Karofsky is the bodyguard and deals with the drugs too. Danny is obviously the boss of everything. It appears that the Irish guy that was just in the room has a role with money, possibly drugs but I need more information on that one too. I don't know what Brittany does though. She's a mystery.
There have to be more sellers and more people moving drugs that work for Danny. I just haven't met them yet. Sugar did say that her boss ran a big operation. There have to be many more people involved then the one's I've met so far.
"Eva, so nice to see you again." Danny says interrupting my thoughts.
"It's good to see you too." I say politely.
"So, what do you have for me today?" He asks with an evil, smug grin.
I reach into my leather jacket pocket and pull out the correct amount of cash for the amount of cocaine that I 'sold'. When what I really did was take the drugs and stash them in my dresser to be used later as evidence against this drug ring. I brought the amount of cash that the drugs would have sold for and that's that.
"Oh, very good. You were able to move it all?" Danny asks as he eyes the money. He wiggles his index finger at me in that 'come here' motion.
I start taking steps towards the man side-stepping a couple of chairs that are in my direct line to him. "With a little bit of hard work, yes." I inform him. I gotta make it sounds like it wasn't easy-peasy. That I had to put a little bit of effort into my selling.
"Great." He takes the money from my hand with his greedy fingers. He looks it over, unfolds the wad, and starts counting it. I knew he would. It's the correct amount, but I guess he can't be too careful.
It's quiet while he counts the bills. I look around the room aimlessly. I need something to do to pass the time. It's just about the same as the last time I was here. I few things are moved around but there is nothing new and nothing has been removed.
Once my eyes float around the rather boring room they fall back on the front of the room, more specifically, on Brittany. On that blonde hair and then to those blue eyes. Even though the room is dim and smoky it's like those blue eyes shine no matter what. They shine right through the dim and the smoke. They are the brightest, bluest thing in the room.
When she catches my eyes her lips twitch up at the corners with one of the softest smiles I think I've ever seen. I flick my eyesight from her over to Danny and then the money that he is still counting and back to Brittany. And I smile back at her.
"Eva, you've done very good." Danny's voice forces my attention back on him. He's done counting the money. "This is your cut." He holds out some of the money to me and I take it.
"Thank you, sir."
"No, thank you, Eva. For helping with my business. I will get together some more product for you. Same thing as last time. Got it?" He asks me with a raised eyebrow.
I nod. "Yes, sir."
"Good girl." He stands from his throne chair. "I'd love to sit and chat with you lovely ladies-" He rotates at the hip and looks to Brittany. He smiles at her. I'm not sure how to describe the smile. It's not slimy like I was thinking it might be or evil. It's just simple. Brittany nods. Is it some form of silent communication? It must be. "-but my lunch is waiting for me." He finishes his sentence and turns back to me. I want desperately to look over at Brittany but remain focused on Danny. He steps forward to me and sets one of his big hands on my shoulder. He stares me straight in the eye. "Eva, I think we are gonna have a great time working together." Danny says with a couple of pats to my shoulder.
"I agree." I smile and nod at him. I hope it's believable. It must be because he takes his hand off of me and turns to the front of the room.
"Later." Danny mumbles. He waves at Brittany the second before he leaves the room through the door near his throne chair.
"Bye." I say back. I hear Brittany murmur a goodbye from her spot. She doesn't make a move to follow him like I thought she might. She sits there. Like a statue.
I'm starting to think of what kind of relationship Brittany has with Danny. They don't really look like they are related but I suppose they could be. A lot of family members don't look alike. Is she his daughter? Or are they not related? Did she come to him like I did or maybe like Sugar did, even though I don't know how Sugar got here. Is she just one of Danny's employees? Or is it something else? Something more- more- sexual. Is she his girlfriend? Wife?
"What?" There's that voice. Soft, gentle, sweet. It's only the second time I've heard it and I've only heard a few words but it is nice, very nice.
I shake my head and look down at my toes. "Nothing."
"You look like you're concentrating awful hard." She says nonchalantly.
"No. It's nothing. I should go." I say and look up to her. There's that smile again.
"You can't." She says. What? She can't tell me I can't leave. I can leave if I want. Why wouldn't I be able to leave. "The coke." Brittany says. Oh, shit, right. Fuck, now I have to stay here until Karofsky brings me my stuff. I hope he isn't long. It was about fifteen minutes last time. I seriously hope it's less this time. I do know if I can sit here with Brittany for fifteen minutes in awkward silence.
"Right." I mumble and fall into the closest chair to me. I stare down at my hands in my lap, fiddling with my fingers.
There are so many things that I don't know about this girl. She is an enigma. The only thing I've seen her do is sit in this room. Sometimes she comes in and sometimes she is already here. She doesn't say hardly anything, ever. She didn't even exchange any words with Danny when he was in the room. I haven't seen her deal with any drugs or other illegal activities.
She must know all about what happens around here, though. She must know something. She must know what sort of business happens. She gotta know the things that I want to know. The more I think about it, Brittany might just be my biggest key in this undercover operation. I bet I could get a lot of information out of the blonde. I just need to befriend her.
If I become buddies with Brittany she could tell me everything I need to know to bring down this drug ring. She is the best bet at this point.
I look up from my lap over in Brittany's direction. She is watching me. When she sees me she doesn't avoid eye contact this time. She doesn't say anything. She just smirks a little.
The secret door opens. I know it's Karofsky that has come in with my next round of product. I stand and meet him halfway. He gives me the small brown paper bag and I give him a nod and thank you smile.
Karofsky walks by me in the direction of the front of the room. I think maybe he is going over to Brittany so I turn to see. But, he doesn't, he goes out the door at the front of the room that I didn't know was there until recently. I wonder where it leads.
"It's lunch." I hear her voice again. I snap my head over to her. She nods to the door Karofsky just left out of. Putting two and two together, that must be the direction in which lunch is being served. I don't know why, but I guess, I didn't really think that anyone ate here. I know it's dumb but the cop part of me thinks that only illegal things happen in houses like this. People gotta eat and sleep too, don't they? Even drug dealers. There is probably a fully stocked kitchen and even living quarters somewhere in this house.
I nod at Brittany's words. "Bye." I tell her before I go to the door to the garage.
"Goodbye, Eva." Brittany replies. With that I open the door and leave without another word or look.
I know there hasn't been a ton of Santana/Brittany interaction yet but hang in there. It's coming. I promise. I just got set everything up first. There's more interaction between them in chapter 3. I appreciate the favorites and follows and reviews. Thanks for reading.